“No point.”
They wouldn’t be found anyways, he couldn’t
provide any names or descriptions. The police
wouldn’t be able to find them. When Enjolras
pressed the swab to his face he winced, wrinkling
his face at the sting but keeping quiet.“I just need to get a new ID, cancel my card.”
He needed to do that quickly. He didn’t have the
time or money to afford dealing with the bank if
they used his card for anything.
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He tries to be gentle but his hands
are not soft, they are not a doctor’s. It
makes Enjolras second guess himself,
wondering if maybe letting someone
more experienced take care of Feuilly,
he’d be less likely to S C A R .
( He carries so much, already.
The weight should not show on his face too. )
A simple butterfly bandage, pressed
down tentatively and theyre done. His
gaze is critical for a second before he
reaches for the landline. Tosses it over.
“Not too late to call the bank. They can
do it tonight. Shall we call in for dinner?”
No way is he letting Feuilly go home just like that.