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Courfeyrac was angry. He was angry at everything and everyone. He was angry with Enjolras for causing Grantaire to drink so much he nearly died. He was angry with Grantaire for turning one of his best and strongest friends into a miserable puddle of heartache. He was angry with Combeferre for not being able to help him understand this entire situation. He was angry with the doctor for not allowing Grantaire to go home yet. He was angry with Eponine for blaming Enjolras and calling him out on his actions. He was angry with Marius, Feuilly and Bossuet for not being at the hospital when they should have been.

But most of all, Courfeyrac was angry with himself for being angry with his friends in the first place.

He sat quietly in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to the hospital bed and let his too heavy head rest in his hands. His mind was a mess. Thought after thought tried to fight its way to dominance only to be struck down by another thought. He was angry; he was worried; he was relieved and he was confused. Courfeyrac gently massaged his temples in a futile attempt to get rid of the consistent throbbing in his head.

He knew his headache was a result of the terribly tense atmosphere in the waiting area of the hospital earlier that night. Everybody had been on edge; anxiously awaiting news on Grantaire. Enjolras was near catatonic. He didn't respond to anyone and just sat there, staring blankly ahead. It would be an unsettling sight to anyone, but to those who knew him it was downright scary. When an emotionally drained Eponine suddenly lashed out to him with vicious words that were uncalled for, all Enjolras did was tilt his head. It was Combeferre who effectively silenced Eponine, whereas normally, Enjolras wouldn't have had any problem with doing so himself.

The tension in the room was almost too much for Courfeyrac and he was about to excuse himself to take an airing outside when finally a doctor came in with news about Grantaire. The relief that swept through the room when they heard their friend was going to be alright was enough to bring Enjolras somewhat back to himself and the blonde had promptly broken down in Combeferre's arms. The sight still ached Courfeyrac's heart.

When asked who was going to be the one to sit with Grantaire, all eyes turned to Enjolras. But the chief had shaken his head muttering that he couldn't. Before Eponine could claim the place however, Enjolras silently begged Courfeyrac to go and make sure Grantaire was fine. Courfeyrac knew why Enjolras would rather have him go in than Eponine. He knew chances were real that Eponine – in her emotionally shocked state – would only blackguard Enjolras whereas Courfeyrac was able to be both a friend to Grantaire and Enjolras at the same time. And what Grantaire needed now was an honest, sincere friend. So Courfeyrac went in while the others went home.

Courfeyrac sank a little further down in his chair and covered his face with his hands. He was so tired. It had been two hours now and Grantaire had still not woken up. He was about to leave the room to grab a cup of coffee when a weak, strained voice caught his attention. Courfeyrac nearly gasped in relief when he saw Grantaire's eyes open. He quickly fell back in his chair and grabbed his friend's hand in a tight grip.

"Don't ever do something like that again, Grantaire. Don't ever scare us like that. How could you? How could you do that to Enjolras? You have friends, R! People who care about you. So much more than you seem to realize. Don't ever do something that stupid again, you hear me?"

Courfeyrac couldn't help himself. The words just tumbled from his mouth like water from a waterfall. He was only silenced when Grantaire spoken quietly, brokenly; the words cutting straight through his already troubled heart.

"Enjolras is not here..."

Courfeyrac swallowed thickly and squeezed Grantaire's hand. "He was here, 'Taire. He was here for quite a while. But you can't blame him for not wanting to see you yet. I think he has every reason not to be ready to talk to you."

The silent tears leaking from Grantaire's eyes caused Courfeyrac's heart to twist painfully and he once again wondered what on earth had happened and why it had to happen. He gently thumbed the tears away and did his best to offer Grantaire a reassuring smile.

"He was here though, R. And that means that he cares. He still cares. Try and hang on to that."

When Grantaire didn't give any sign of having heard him and only cried harder, Courfeyrac climbed into the bed with him and pulled his friend close. If his words could not comfort Grantaire then maybe his touch could.

TBC.

(Hope you liked it, please review? Next will be Enjolras again and I think we'll learn a bit of what happened)