The Things That Make you Happy (e/R)

Phone Call

"Questions for me?"

"Yes, sir. You were the only one at the crime scene."

"Are you saying that, I, the one who called the ambulance and went to the freaking hospital right after, stabbed an innocent boy. You have got to be kidding me." He was getting angry now.

"We're only suggesting to-"

"He didn't stab me."

Grantaire turned his head to Enjolras, who had awoken and was now defending him.

"Ask dhr. R. Geller if you don't believe me, our teacher can prove that Grantaire was in his class at the time." Enjolras continued, sounding all confident and serious.

The officer seemed to disagree but the nurse interrupted once again by stepping into the room.

"Mr. Enjolras, I'm glad to see you're awake, but gentlemen?" She looked Grantaire and the officer. "Only one guest at a time, please, we can't risk it being too crowded for the patient."

"No problem, miss, I'll come back later." The officer said and threw one last glance at Grantaire before leaving the room with the nurse, who looked at Grantaire and pointed at her watch as a sign for him to hurry up. And the room was quiet once again, but not for long.

"How are you?" Grantaire asked, turning to Enjolras' bedside and sitting down on a small chair.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look so fine." He really didn't, there were still bloodstains in his hair and a couple of more things, but mostly, he looked really, really tired.

"But I am fine, okay!" Enjolras was finally able to look at Grantaire, who looked into his bright, blue eyes...

An awkward silence filled the room once again.

"Grantaire?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know where my jacket is?" Grantaire had to blink and think about this particular question.

"Uhm. What?"

"So I can get out of here, look, I'm not asking you if you'd like to help me escape. I'm just telling you to let you know so we're on the same page." He looked around and wanted to roll out of bed when Grantaire gently pushed him down again, his words weren't so nice.

"On the same page?! We're not even in the same library!" He paused. "Have you seen what you look like, where you are? You just had fucking surgery!"

"I said I'm fine." Enjolras sounded a little grumpy, then crossed his arms and looked to the side. Grantaire walked around to the room in little circles.

"You know, they said your father would be called and informed, why isn't he by your bedside right now?" He was pounding and frustrated and honestly, didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Why do you care?" Enjolras sounded so grumpy and demanding.

"Because, before we came here, you were all alone, your father should be the one sitting next to your bed."

"My father..." Enjolras talked soft, as if he remembered something.

"Yes. Your father." Grantaire was still frustrated.

"Grantaire? Do you have a phone with you?"

"Again. What?" He really didn't get this boy.

"Can I use it?"

"The hospital won't even allow it."

"Since when do you care?" Since when do you know me so well? Grantaire thought. "Look, I just need to make a quick call." Silence. "To my father." He added. Grantaire didn't want to give his phone, but couldn't resist it by the way Enjolras looked, obviously in a lot of pain, even though he tried to hide that. Defeated, he gave his phone to Enjolras, who nervously began to type a number in it. They both waited for someone to pick up the phone. Grantaire didn't want to leave. And since the nurse had, surprisingly, not picked him up yet, so he was going to stay. Then someone picked up.