Still don't own Les Mis... :( Warning: FLUFF AHEAD!

Everyone sat in chairs and stood around Gavroche's bed. Courfeyrac sat on a Chair right next to Gavroches head and held his little hand in his own. Enjolras hadn't shown up for an hour and everyone was getting nervous about where he could be.

"Did anyone see where he went?" Boussete asked

Then, as if on cue, Enjolras pushed the door open, exhausted and face angry.

"Enjolras!" Marius whispers, as to not wake Gavroche.

"What happened?"

"Tried to follow Gav's father."

"His father? Why"

"He's the one that did this."

The Amis stood in shock. They knew the boys father was cruel to him, but how could he do this to his son?

No one knew what to say, so they sat in silence when Gavroche suddenly stirred. They all stared at the boy as his eyes fluttered open and and he looked around, trying to put everything together.

"Whhha-" Gavroche tried to sit up, but Courfeyrac and half the Amis gently pressed him back down into the bed.

"Ssshhh Mon petite. You're alright, your alright." Courfeyrac whispered kind words into the gaming ears.

Although Courfeyrac comforted Gavroche, the boy still was worried.

"Wha 'append?" He said. But as soon as he had spoken, he regretted it. His lip was split and just talking had him out of breath and dizzy.

Again, Courfeyrac gently hushed Gavroche as the boy started to cry.

"Fey, I- I was so scared. I thought 'e was gonna-" Gavroche was cut off by his own sobs. He was crying for several reasons, first off, he was hurt. Every muscle, every bone was screaming at him in agony despite the soft sheets and fluffy bed. But he was also scared, he was terrified that his father would come to finish him off. Or worse, hurt the Amis. He was so cold, scared and exhausted and he finally simply collapsed into his friends arms, still shaking with sobs.

"Shhhhh Roche, it's alright, your safe. No one is going to hurt you."

The rest of the Amis stood in shock. This was Gavroche, always so happy and singing with that sweet yet strong and determined smile on his face. He was always great full and happy, Even though he was so skinny, and hurt all the time. He was so happy all the time when in reality, he should be the most miserable out of them all.

Marius slipped out of the room, grabbing Enjloras as he did.

Gavroche still lay limp in Courferyac's arms, his sobs died down to sniffles and silent tears running down his face, his fatherly figure stroking his blond hair. That's when Courfeyrac noticed how hot Gavroche's forehead was...

Dang I'm mean to y'all. Sorry, but I'm sick and I'm literally shaking from the medicine I just took; its hard to even type. Don't fell bad 4 me though, this happened last year sooo yeah. LOVE Y'ALL R&R