(Sorry for the delay guys, but here's the bext chapter. Hope you like it)
"Enjolras," Combeferre said, letting out a deep and desperate sigh. He knocked on the bedroom door again and closed his eyes in quiet frustration. "You can't lock yourself in there forever. That is not going to change anything. It's not going to make anything better. I'm sorry for saying what I did, but it was just a suggestion. Nothing more. I'm not picking sides here, I was just thinking that it might help the both of you if you'd talk. I wasn't suggesting you should forgive and forget... But, God, Enjolras... You're scaring me."
And it was the truth. It had been nearly two weeks now. Two weeks since their fight and Enjolras was doing worse each day. After they got back from the hospital, his younger friend had spend the first few days in bed, just lying there, not doing anything. Then out of nowhere, he drowned himself in his studies. Nothing Combeferre said or did could pull him away from his work. Not until the man was so utterly sleep deprived that he practically collapsed on his way to the bathroom. Combeferre had put him to bed afterwards and Eniolras had barely left his room ever since.
"Leave me alone, Combeferre," came the muffled response from behind the door. Enjolras' voice sounded hoarse and thick and Combeferre knew he had probably been crying for the umpteenth time.
He slammed his hand against the door and turned back to the living room, crashing on his couch with a deep sigh. Combeferre knew that Grantaire wasn't doing any better. He hadn't seen the cynic himself, but Courfeyrac had gone back and forth between the two of them and Eponine had send him some updates as well. Apparently, Grantaire was now on a 24 hours watch to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Courfeyrac told him a few days ago that Grantaire had tried to call Enjolras once, but that he had thrown the phone against his wall before it had even rang once.
Combeferre fished his phone out of his pocket and searched for Courfeyracs number. He was really tired. Enjolras' sleep problems started to affect him as well. Something had to change. Maybe he didn't have any right to interfere into his friends' love lives, but this was starting to get unhealthy and looking out for Enjolras' health had always been Combeferre's number one priority. And this was spiraling out of control. On both sides. Something had to be done.
With slightly shaking fingers he typed out a message to Courfeyrac. "Alright, I'm in. Try to find a way to get R here though. E won't even let me in his room anymore.."
It took Courfeyrac only a few minutes to respond even though Combeferre knew the man had to be in class right now. Guess that was a sign how desperate to take action his friend was getting.
"Brilliant, I'll think of something. Will keep you posted. Give a kiss to E for me."
Combeferre smiled faintly and stuffed his phone away. Eniolras wasn't going to like this and he had every right not to like it. Combeferre didn't aim to bring Enjolras and Grantaire together, although he did hope they would make up, but he needed them to talk, work this out so that they could either move on or make up.
He walked back to Enjolras' bedroom door and knocked. There was no answer and Combeferre hadn't expected there to be.
"Enjolras? I'm ordering take-out. Do you want anything?"
No answer
Combeferre sighed. "I'll order you some Thai.."
TBC.
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