Hi! So here's the second chapter, Merci Starishadow, Lotobesh and .9 for reviewing and favouriting and my wonderful sister for beta :*

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Enjolras was sitting at the Musain, sorting through his papers. The meeting didn't go on for much longer after he threw Grantaire out, everyone was at home, or wherever they usually went, and he was sitting on his own, which was rather rare, but he was grateful for it. He didn't have the patience for people at the moment, so when the door burst open, he gave out an annoyed sigh. Here we go, he thought. I'm never gonna finish this... But whoever entered the café didn't come to the bar or the table, he just stood by the door, breathing heavily. Enjolras, intrigued, turned around and gasped as he saw who was there and, more importantly, the state he was in.

It was Grantaire. His clothes were ragged and covered in dirt and blood. His hair were a total mess, and he had a split lip, a black eye, and his nose looked as if it has been broken. He didn't look at him, and from what Enjolras saw, he looked like he was about to black out there and then. The law student quickly got up, his previous irritation with the artist completely forgotten, and hurried to his injured friend.

"'Taire!" he grasped his arm and tried to catch his attention. Grantaire looked up and squinted - he didn't seem to recognise Enjolras at first.

"Apollo..." he mumbled and tried to make a step towards him, but it seemed that the adrenaline, thanks to which he had managed to run before, had worn off, so he stumbled and he might have fallen, if Enjolras hadn't caught him. The leader led him to the nearest chair and crouched in front of him.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, his panic slightly rising as he saw Taire's fluttering, heavy eyelids that made it seem as if he was on the verge of losing consciousness. He mumbled something incoherently and spat out some blood. By this time Enjolras was seriously worried.

"Where are you hurt?" He tried to calm down his breath and racing heart. Grantaire pointed with his shaking hand at his chest.

"He kicked me there... I think - I think I have some broken ribs... and - and my head hurts..." he said weakly. He closed his eyes and Enjolras nearly yelled at him to stay awake, having absolutely no idea what to do. Especially when he realised that the artist had a large gash on his forehead, that was bleeding heavily. He frantically reached to his pocket and took out his phone.

"I - I'm going to call Joly... stay awake, it's all going to be alright..." he attempted to soothe him, frantically trying to find Joly's number. Thank God, the medicine student picked up after the third ring.

"Hi, Enjolras! What's-"

"Joly - come to the Musain as quickly as you can" he said, trying to sound calm, but the panic in his voice was clearly visible. Evidently, Joly realised it was an emergency.

"Who is it and how badly hurt?" He said professionally.

"It's Grantaire, he... umm I'm not sure, but it looks like he got in a fight? His head is bleeding and he says he might have broken ribs... I don't know..."

"Ok, I'm on my way. Try to stop the bleeding and don't let him fall asleep." The phone call disconnected before Enjolras could answer.

"O-okay," he looked around, trying to find something he could press against the wound on Taire's head. Luckily, there was a cloth lying around that seemed to be clean, so he took it and, praying that he wasn't doing more harm than good, brought it up to the cut and applied pressure. Grantaire hissed in pain and Enjolras muttered a half-hearted "sorry", but somehow refused to look him in the eye. He tried to talk to Taire, to make him focus on him, and it seemed to be working. He talked about anything and everything, from his protests to the good coffee that he drank in the morning at the new café nearby. Grantaire was mindlessly looking at him, a smile spreading across his lips. It was weak, yet it was definitely there.

It barely took fifteen minutes for Joly to arrive, but to Enjolras it seemed like an eternity. He let go of the cloth and let his friend look over Taire's injuries. He was sitting next to them, growing anxious at each time a frown broke on Joly's face and at each wince of Taire's. Finally, Joly looked at him.

"So... the situation looks like this..."

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