Combeferre recognizes that look in Enjolras’
eye well enough, and he knew that no matter
what happened that Enjolras would do his best
to find his revenge. It was simply the way he was.Before he can reply to him the car is stopped and
he looks up as Bossuet gets out of the car before
his gaze is drawn back to Enjolras. “I wasn’t planning
to protest. I know he’s got some good pain medication,”
he smiled slightly, attempting to act like his normal self
to put Enjolras at ease. He knew he was probably failing.He held out an arm, needing Enjolras’ help to even
consider getting out of the car.
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
It’s not the end of the conversation,
there’s more to be said, to be argued,
and questioned and focus on– there’s
no universe where Enjolras forgets of
this incident early. But for now, matters
are dropped, they have other things to
focus on. Like getting Combeferre out.
This time it takes Bossuet to help them
and soon, all three are dragging them-
selves to Joly who’s just finished prep.
There’s the usual level of panic from him,
talks of infections and icing swollen joints
to which Enjolras hears but doesn’t really
listen to. When Joly mentions anesthetic,
he squeezes Combeferre’s hand. “I’ll be
here when you wake up. Joly has good
hands. It’ll be fine, yeah?"
( It’s supposed to sound reassuring
but it ends up a selfish question instead. )