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Enjolras had only just fallen asleep when his stomach played up again. While it was flipping and turning, he slowly but surely drifted back to consciousness and he really, really wished that he wouldn't have.

His head was pounding just as badly as it had before he fell asleep and Enjolras wondered how long he actually had been out. Either it was only for such a short time that the painkillers had not kicked in yet, or they just did not work at all. He sincerely hoped it would be the first.

Enjolras took a deep breath through his nose and blew it out slowly again through his mouth. Combeferre had told him once that this could help against the nausea. He was sixteen then and Grantaire had managed to get him drunk. Enjolras still did not know what exactly happened, something with Grantaire spiking his lemonade and him passing out, but he did remember that Combeferre had been livid. Not with him of course, but with Grantaire and Bahorel, who apparently had been in on the plan. He also remembered feeling terrible; much similar to the way he felt now although the painkillers Combeferre had given him then had worked pretty much right away.

Letting out a low moan, he curled on his right side and carefully blinked his eyes open. In the dark, he could just make out a figure lying on the couch, turned away from him and fast asleep. Combeferre. Enjolras felt slightly guilty for asking his friend to stay with him; forcing him to sleep on a couch instead of an actual bed. He didn't have time to dwell on it long however, because his stomach suddenly lurched and Enjolras nearly fell out of the bed in his hurry to reach the bathroom in time.

He fell down to his knees on the cold tiled floor and desperately clutched the porcelain bowl in front of him. Instead of fighting it like last time, Enjolras decided to just let it all out immediately. He didn't have the energy to do otherwise. Again, his head seemed to explode the minute he started heaving and Enjolras couldn't believe this was happening again. His hair fell forwards and was plastered against his sweaty forehead; he was gripping the edge of the pot so hard, his knuckles turned white and he made the most wretched sounds.

Enjolras was too far gone to hear the bathroom door open and someone quietly coming in. He was only aware of another presence in the room when he felt a weight behind him and someone gently brushing his hair back. There was a cool cloth against his forehead and a comforting voice close-by. Enjolras didn't even have to think on who it might be. He knew it was Combeferre. It was always Combeferre. He felt immensely grateful towards his best friend and he hoped Combeferre knew that too. If not, he swore to himself he would tell him soon.

When his stomach finally seemed to calm down a little, Enjolras slumped back against his friend's chest and closed his eyes; trying to catch his breath. Combeferre gently wiped the sweat and tears off his face with the cloth and flushed the toilet to get rid of the smell.

"'M sorry", Enjolras whispered, feeling more than a little embarrassed that this was now happening for the second time tonight.

Combeferre shushed him and pressed the cloth against the nape of his neck. He smiled softly when Enjolras let out a content sigh at the movement. "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault", Combeferre said in just as a low voice as Enjolras'.

They sat like that for a few minutes, in silence and darkness, until Enjolras felt sure enough he wasn't going to throw up again, and then a little longer. His head hurt like hell and felt too heavy to hold up, so he let it rest against Combeferre's shoulder. He knew the pain must have been evident on his face when Combeferre gently started to massage his head; applying pressure in just the right places.

"Painkillers didn't help?", Combeferre asked quietly.

Enjolras let out a shaky breath and slowly shook his head. He had hoped it might have been too early for the medicine to do its magic, but now that Combeferre asked him, he felt that hope fade away. They should have had effect by now and if they didn't, they apparently did not work at all. He wondered if maybe Combeferre was going to give him something else for the pain but he soon found out that was not going to be the case.

"They were most likely already in your system before you threw up, so I can't give you another dose. Not yet. We'll try something else in a few hours if it's still as bad then."

Enjolras let out a desperate sigh. He sure as hell hoped not. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep this up for another hour or two.

Just as he was about to suggest to Combeferre that he was ready to go back to his bedroom, the door flew open and the bright light was rudely turned on, causing Enjolras to gasp at the sudden spike in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut again and turned away from the light, his hands covering his face.

Combeferre looked up to see a confused and sleepy Courfeyrac standing in the doorway; hair a complete mess and eyes only half open. His brows were knitted together in a frown; a clear sign of Courfeyrac and a hangover.

"Whas goin on?", he mumbled sleepily as he reached for the top cabinet where Combeferre kept the aspirine and Tylenol. "You sick, Enjy?"

"Courf, could you please turn the lights off? Now?", Combeferre said pressingly, although he kept his voice soft and gentle for the sake of the heads of both of his friends.

Courfeyrac's frown deepened but he did as he was told. Then he swallowed two pills dry and slumped down next to Combeferre and Enjolras, resting his head on Combeferre's other shoulder. "What's wrong?", he asked again, although this time he sounded more worried.

"Migraine", Combeferre answered, rolling his eyes when Courfeyrac actually nuzzled against his shoulder. "It's often paired with nausea and vomiting and high sensitivity of light and sound."

"Sounds a bit like a hangover", Courfeyrac giggled, the effects of alcohol still in his blood.

Combeferre pressed his lips and shook his head. Now was not the time for jokes. Enjolras was seriously ill and Combeferre was very tired himself. "It's really not though", he said a little coolly, "that hangover is your own fault, whereas Enjolras can't help feeling like this." Although that wasn't entirely true; Combeferre was almost sure Enjolras' condition wouldn't be this bad if he hadn't been pushing himself to go on and on without a even a moment's rest.

He looked down at both of his friends resting comfortably against his shoulders. Courfeyrac was almost fast asleep again, breathing heavily and even. Enjolras however was tense all over and nowhere near asleep. He looked utterly miserable and close to tears. Combeferre brought his hand up and gently brushed the damp curls. He took a deep breath and carefully shrugged the shoulder Courfeyrac was lying on.

"Time for bed, my poor children", he mumbled quietly with a small grin, "It's six in the morning and you both really need some rest."

He helped Enjolras up and kept a firm grip around his waist while he held out his other hand to pull Courfeyrac up as well. He led them both out of the bathroom and then gently shoved Courfeyrac towards his own bedroom. "Sleep it off Courf", Combeferre said kindly and he watched with a smile how the other boy shuffled towards his room. Then he turned towards Enjolras - who had kept silent ever since apologizing for throwing up - and guided him through the dark back to his bed.

He carefully pushed his young friend down and pulled the blankets back up. Then he hunched down near the edge of the bed and brushed some of the curls back that had fallen in front of Enjolras' eyes. Enjolras opened his eyes at the gesture and looked up at Combeferre almost pleadingly. He looked very much like a lost puppy to Combeferre and his heart broke a little at the sight.

"I feel sick again", Enjolras whispered weakly and he curled in tighter on himself, "My head really h-hurts..." The last words were spoken so quietly that Combeferre thought he wasn't meant to hear them. He sighed softly, and kept carding his hand through Enjolras' hair.

"What can I do to help?", Combeferre asked quietly.

Enjolras only shrugged and closed his eyes again. Combeferre's movements calmed him down a little. As long as he focused on the gentle touch of his friend, he could forget about the pain for a little bit.

And as if Combeferre could read his mind, Enjolras felt his friend sit down next to him on the bed. He sat up fairly straight, with his back against the headrest and his legs under the covers. As if on cue, Enjolras rolled over and moved closer to his friend until his head was resting against Combeferre's side. This way, Combeferre could keep up his gentle touches and Enjolras could fully relax into the safety and warmth that was Combeferre.

"Just sleep, Julien, you're going to be fine", he said kindly. And it only took Enjolras ten minutes to obey.

When the blond woke up hours later again, he felt a lot better. The headache was still there, but he was no longer nauseous and his head wasn't spinning.

He opened his eyes and looked around the room. Combeferre was no longer there, but he heard clattering and talking in the living room. Apparently both Courfeyrac and Combeferre were already up and about, leading Enjolras to question what time it actually was.

His eyes searched for the alarmclock in the room and his eyes widened slightly when he saw it was already 11.30. He had slept for quite some hours then, something that did not happen all too often. And he was still tired.

Just when Enjolras was about to leave the bed and join his two friends in the living room he remembered something. And it nearly made his heart stop in shock and the pain in his head spike.

11.30. The internship. I have missed the deadline for application.

Tbc.

(So..,yeah, turns out this will be a five-shot! One more chapter to go. I really, really hope you enjoyed this one, please let me know in a review? Thanks! Also, I'm thinking about writing a one- or two-shot about the time Grantaire got Enjolras drunk as described in this chapter. Please let me know if you'd think that could be interesting!)