"𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍" | 𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄́𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

19

A baby? Wow, way to go Clara. It must have happened the night after Eponine was shot. I had no idea how Enjolras was doing, Joly wouldn't tell me a thing!

I mean I had a baby made by him inside me, didn't I? I think we're past the friendship phase now. I had no idea what happened to Gavroche or anyone else. I was damaged. Like literally damaged. I had a stitched-up bullet hole in my shoulder. That's not fun.

The door opened and a Courfeyrac with a small boy in his arms walked in. He gave a quick wave. The little boy in his arms was a sleeping Gavroche.

"Courf, you're alive."
"So are you. You had us worried."
"What about Enjolras?"
"Combeferre is treating him. He's not allowed any visitors. I know that you're pregnant. Joly has a loose mouth.", Courf said, chuckling at his not-so-funny joke.

"Gav seems alright too."
"Yes. He's traumatized though. He saw you both and he fainted in my arms. Poor boy. You can move in with us. I figured you need a place to stay now that Eponine is gone.", he offered.

I was considering accepting the offer. I would've had a place to stay with the baby and I would be warm for sure. Not living on the streets for once would be nice too.

"I thank you for doing this."
"Of course. This is what friends are for."
"You really are a good friend."

"Combeferre says that too.", he said.

Then I remembered: he lived with Combeferre and Marius. Courfeyrac needed a housemate. Marius had joined him after a few months of unpaid rent. Combeferre joined a little later because Enjolras kept locking him out until he moved out completely.

Combeferre never went back. Courfeyrac had many ladies visiting, and Combeferre kept complaining. But it never got as bad as with Enjolras.

"Is Enjolras injured badly?"
"Just a scratch. He will survive."
"A scratch?"
"Well, a big scratch."
"As big as a bullet hole?"
"Maybe.", he said.

"Maybe? Courfeyrac, tell me, where?", I demanded.

He gave in and gave me the actual answer.

"Left leg, right shoulder, and a graze from where the bullet touched him.", he said.

I sighed. It must've hurt like a lot. But he was lucky. He would be in Combeferres healing hands and had nothing to worry about. I trusted Courfeyrac with this information. He knew lying to me would result in me getting angry. And he didn't want to see me angry. No one did.

I prayed for us to get back on our feet. Praying was all I could do.