The Things That Make you Happy (e/R)

Hospital

A/N: I should mention that I own none of these characters and have absolutely no medical background so don't be too hard on me. Enjoy!

It had all happened so fast.

He had just gone out of the classroom to the lockers to get his book. But when he got there, someone was already looking inside his locker, as if he was searching for something. He didn't see the man's face at first, but the man noticed his presence. He slowly stepped away from Enjolras' locker and reviled his face. A really angry looking face.

"Is this your locker?"

"Who wants to know?" Enjolras remembered how scared he felt at that moment, but he wasn't going to show that. He never shows that to people, it's a sign of weakness, he always thought. The man walked towards him.

"I'm not asking twice, boy." He threatened.

But the man already knew it was his locker, probably because he was shown a picture of the boy or something. In a split second he pulled out a knife from his backpocket. It was over now, Enjolras thought. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide. He wanted to scream, alarm people, anyone, but the man had put his hand on his mouth before he could do so.

"Now. Listen carefully," the stranger whispered, holding the knife at Enjolras' neck. "You're going to tell me where it is, or I'll kill you, simple as that. Oh, and, if you scream, you'll also be dead." He slowly removed his hand for Enjolras to talk.

"I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"Oh shut up! I know it's given from father to his eldest. You're the eldest. Where is it." He demanded, even more threatening.

Enjolras knew he couldn't lie anymore, but he couldn't tell the truth. He had felt the cold steel against his neck. This man was bigger, taller and probably stronger than him, he admitted.

"It's in my backpack." He whispered and sighed.

Before Enjolras knew, his the knife was removed from his neck and his bag was snatched off of his back. He turned around to face the stranger once more.

"You'll be no use to us anymore."

And with a wide grin, the man peered his knife into Enjolras' stomach. Enjolras didn't make a sound and his eyes widened as he felt the knife piercing inside of him. Everything seemed to happen in slow-motion. The knife got pulled out of him and he felt himself falling backwards, his head hitting his locker, that was still open, on the way down. Everything was black only for a few seconds.

"Sorry, kid. We need this money." He vaguely heard, not at all with sympathy, and saw a glimpse of the man running away from him, leaving him alone to die.

He had heard footsteps again what he thought were two seconds later and was scared the man had already found out that there were none other than schoolbooks in Enjolras' backpack and had returned, but instead, he saw a his classmate, Grantaire.

"Hey..." He called out. Grantaire cursed something and held him in no time. They had made a short conversation. The last thing he remembered was making the mental list of his happy things.

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Lights flashed him back to the present. He was laying on something that was rolling him through a hallway, he lay on his back, staring with half open eyes at the bright lights flashing by on the ceiling. It was then that he noticed voices around him, all speaking in a language he knew all too well from Combeferre and Joly: Hospital.

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"I should have gone with him in the ambulance."

"Like I said, they've called his father, he won't be alone."