Grantaire POV
A warm sunlight filtered in through some kind of window, falling on Grantaire's face. A deep pain stung everywhere, really. And yet, he sucked air in, gasping slightly as he moved his chest.
Grantaire lay a while longer, grappling with the fact that he was alive. Bloodied and bruised, but alive. Alive. Grantaire opened his eyes, the room he was shot in coming into focus. Les Amis was gone. Grantaire moved his hand slightly, touching cold..leather? Weren't Enjolras boots made of-
Enjolras.
Oh god.
Grantaire shot up, hissing in pain. He felt lightheaded, but really had to check on E. "Enjolras?!" Sure enough, Enjolras was right next to him, nailed into the wall.
"E!" Grantaire shrieked, pulling himself towards him in a craze. He grabbed Enjolras, pulling and pulling to no avail. "HELP!" He screamed, repeating the phrase until his throat was dried, and eyes wet - which was relatively quickly, mind the fact that he had just been shot down.
At last, Grantaire was ready to give up. Surely Enjolras would've said or done something, anything if he was still living. But Grantaire remembered. Grantaire couldn't forget. Grantaire was empty without Enjolras, and better off dead.
And so he pulled, tears of pain and desperation filling his eyes. Finally, he had pulled Enjolras down from the wall, taking the man in his arms as he leaned against the wall once more.
"Enjolras? Can you hear me?" Grantaire muttered, holding Enjolras close. "You can't just die on me, E. I love you far too much,"
Grantaire let his breathing steady, keeping quiet and listening to the city awake. The city could be dead for all Grantaire cared. The city would never be alive without Enj.
Grantaire held his breath, bending his head to listen for Enjolras' breath. He waited a moment, then another.
And another.
He heard nothing.
Nothing.
"Enjolras, please!" Grantaire prayed, his voice full of desperation.
Now Grantaire put his fingers against Enj's neck, panicked, searching for a heartbeat. Tears filled his eyes as he used his hands to cover Enj's most bleeding wounds. "Please,"
"You Useless Drunkard," Grantaire heard from below his head. He looked down to see Enjolras smile. It was a pained expression, as if Enjolras was using a lot of effort just to smile.
And then the dams broke inside him, tears came flooding out. "I thought for a minute- I just- Nevermind now, I need to get you to a hospital,"
Except there was a problem, Grantaire could barely stand, let alone walk.

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If We Had Survived... (Enjoltaire)
FanfictionGrantaire wasn't afraid of dying, and with the Leader in Red, holding his hand, nothing could be better. Or perhaps it could've been... The confusion was real on Enjolras' face when he woke in Grantaire's arms. He was...alive?