A/N: Sorry for the month long wait! I had a writer's block (goddamn writer's block) and writing 2 E/É fics simultaneously is overwhelming – even tho the other fic is still just in chapter 2. :P
"REVIEWS!" Enjolras screamed as he chased the fat palomino bunny around his flat.
A satisfied smile crept across Éponine's face upon hearing her bones creak while stretching. She ran the tap in the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water – she sighed and finger combed her tangled hair before tying it in a ponytail.
She opened the bathroom door and found Enjolras awake, cradling his left arm to his chest and struggling to a sitting position – poor thing still can't move his bandaged left arm. Éponine smirked and leaned against the door frame.
Enjolras scowled upon noticing her, "Well, don't just stand there! Help me sit up!"
"Good morning to you, too, Enjolras," she walked over to his bed and arranged the pillows behind his back. She placed a cold hand against his forehead; Enjolras frowned and swatted her hand away. Éponine mimicked his frown and smacked the back of his head – hard enough to make him grunt. She let out a short laugh and poured a glass of water for Enjolras.
He said thanks and finished it in two long gulps. He handed the glass back to Éponine and she placed it on top of the bedside table. Éponine pressed her hand against Enjolras' forehand – this time he let her.
"Your fever must've broken last night." She said as she sat on the edge of his bed, her back against his drawn up leg.
Enjolras nodded and stared out the half-curtained window – not sure of what to do next. A couple minutes of comfortable silence have passed when Éponine spoke.
She craned her neck to look at him, "Are you hungry?"
"No. why, are you?"
She shrugged, "Joly called while you were still asleep. He said Musichetta made food for us and that he'd drop by before going to class."
He nodded and asked, "What time is it?"
She furrowed her brows and grabbed his phone off the bedside table, "8 AM."
A look of horror crossed Enjolras' face, "Shit! Call the nurses – tell them I need to leave right away!" he fired at Éponine, scowling and nudging her with his knee when she ignored him and bit her fingernails.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes" she replied promptly.
"Then why aren't you calling the nurses?" he said – irritation evident in his tone.
"You still need to rest."
"I'm pretty well rested!"
"No, you're not." She answered and he stared at her incredulous. He can't believe that she's this calm when he's going to be late – and to mention he didn't study – for his exam.
"For the love of God, Éponine, I have an exam!" he ran a hand across his face, "just – just call the nurses. Please."
Éponine smirked at how desperate he sounds, "No. You are going to rest and that's final."
"I no longer have, you said it yourself. So I don't see the reason why I can't leave this place!"
She snorted and reached for his phone, "Stop being such a whiny little prick and just rest for crying out loud! I'm calling Combeferre."
Enjolras scoffed and threw a pillow at Éponine's back as she made her way to the window. She turned and narrowed her eyes at him, "Prick."
Enjolras – Comb
Hey, Combeferre It's me, Éponine. - Ep
Oh. Hey. What's up? Where's Enjolras? – Comb
Hey, Ep! – Courf
Courfeyrac? Are you on loud speaker? – Ep
I can't believe you didn't recognize my voice! – Courf
Yeah. We always use loud speak whenever Enjolras calls. – Comb
So... why'd you call? – Courf
Enjolras is in the hospital – PLEASE DON'T FREAK OUT – it's nothing major. – Ep
Okay. Not freaking out. But Courfeyrac is. – Comb
OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?! – Courf
He had an accident and he cut his forearm. He needed stitches and the doctor said he can't leave until later this afternoon. So yeah, he can't go to class. – Ep
She explained and was relieved when Courfeyrac's "OH MY GODs" were replaced by "my poor baby."
We'll deal with it. – Comb
Thanks, guys. – Ep
Bye, Éponine. Take care of my Blond Cupcake for me, will ya? – Courf
She laughed before answering, I already am, Courf. Bye.
She hung up and laughed once more at the look on Enjolras' face. He was scowling. "He called me his Blond Cupcake, didn't he?"
Éponine burst out laughing, "And his poor baby."
Enjolras sighed as he took his phone back from a red-faced Éponine.
30 minutes later – Joly dropped off the food Musichetta made. He even brought a book for Enjolras and some gum for Éponine. He didn't stay for long and the two were left alone – Enjolras reading and Éponine smacking gum and watching the people in the nearby park.
The nurses came in the afternoon and placed Enjolras' bandaged arm in a sling. Instructing him not to move the arm too much – to avoid the re-opening of the stitches – and that to give the sitches a week to fully heal.
Enjolras sat down on the couch as soon as they arrived in his flat. It struck him odd that even though he got a whole night's sleep, he still feels tired. Éponine went to the kitchen to brew some tea.
When she returned, she found Enjolras dozing off – his head resting on his shoulder and feet on top of the coffee table. She sat beside him as gently as she could and poked his arm. He opened his eyes groggily and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I brought you your tea," she said quietly.
"Thanks," he smiled sleepily at her and took a sip – the tea awakening his senses.
She bit her bottom lip, "I'm sorry I freaked out last night. I'm sorry about your cut."
Enjolras nodded and remembered what Marius had told him, "Can I ask you something?"
This time it was Éponine's turn to raise an eyebrow, "Yeah, sure."
"Why did you ran away?"
