Nobody Loves the Light Like a Blind Man - An Enjolras and Grantaire Story.

Nobody Loves the Light Like a Blind Man- An Enjolras and Grantaire Story Part II

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Grantaire woke up to a spinning world. Whether it be because of the alcohol or something, he felt strangely warm to contrast of the bitter cold he felt every morning when he woke up from the street. He stumbled upright and felt something slide off his shoulders. Peering down he saw a blanket. 'So it wasnt the alcohol.' He though as he bent over to pick it up. Immediately he felt nausea crawl up from his stomach.

Grantaire made his way to the bathroom faster than a drunk should, but had the honor to stumble through the doors. As soon as he made it inside, Grantaire regurgitated dollars worth of wine. Each heave sounded worse than the last, and Grantaires body was possesed with tremors from his hair to his toenails. Grantaire felt aweful. As his stomach disposed of any possible content, Granatires chest constricted painfully. He stayed in that position for minutes, his head burried deep in the toilet bowl. After he felt he was steady enough not to relapse into another series of convulsions, he stood up and with a shaking hand flushed down all his tomach contents. Grantaire was sure he spotted a few speck of red among the rim of the bowl, but decided to ignore it.

Grantaire cleaned himself up as much as possible with a quick shower and a change of clothing he luckily and resourcefully kept at the Cafe. As he stepped out of the bathroom he wasnt surprised to find the rest of Les Amis. Enjolras was Combeferre was bend over some boook at the table. Many other students crowded he farthest corner, all chating among themselves. Courfeyrac was with Jehan sitting among the bar stools. Jehan blushing and trying to splutter something other than nonsense, while Coufeyrac looked at Jehan smugly. Next to them, at the right of Jehan was Enjolras writting frantically against a paper.

Grantaire walked over to them and took a seat to the left of Courfeyrac. " 'M'rning." Grantaire mumbled as he sat. "Goodmorning!" He heard the other two chorus. After a couple of silent minutes he heard an akward, "So Grantaire,"Courfeyrac started of with a worried tone as he watched Granatire pour himself a glass of wine " Maybe you should lay off thevwine a little . I heard you puke your guts out a while ago, and it didnt sound right." Grantaire turned over to see Courfeyrac bitting his lip looking at th ground. He wasnt sure if the watery eyes were caused by the sun. "I. . . You. . . You are okay right Grantaire?" Grantaire heard Jehan's contribute to the conersation. "You dont need Joly to check you? ImeanyoudonthavetobutyoudidntsoundokayandwearereallyworiedandI-" Jehan stopped his frantic ramblings when he saw Granatire grab the bottle and stand up.

"Guys, that was just morning nausea, no biggie. " He took a swing and as he headed for the door he h heard Enjolras call out to him. " 'Taire, if your gonna die, let it be for for a good cause not for the bottle. Head on home and i'll send Joly over in a couple of hours. " Enjolras announced as he put his pen down and stood up. "And before you protest, you will do as i say." Enjolras commanded in a harsh tone that left little room for arguments. Then he softly added "Please.?" Grantaire felt his heart melt. Enjolas face turned from oneof a harsh leader to one of a little girl begging for a new doll at the store. Grantaire laughed out loud, a happy content laugh. "Aything for you Apollo."and Granatire walked out the door.

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