The Things That Make you Happy (e/R)

Out of There

Two weeks had passed. Enjolras was finally being released. Well, the hospital wanted to keep him for at least another week, but the boy couldn't bare to stay in that "hell pit of white and creepy smiles", as he called it, for one more day. Grantaire on the contrary, didn't mind that much to visit him every day. They played games, he brought him food because he didn't like the hospital food, and sometimes, when everyone was available, they did poker night. Bahorel had told Grantaire that they always did that, but only this time in the hospital. Courfeyrac was the first one crawling on the bed, snuggling against Enjolras and the rest would race to hopefully be the one that gets to sit on the comfortable chair by the bedside. Lastly, Feuilly would walk in the room, having the cards with him so they could actually play.

But now that's over, Grantaire thought when he read Joly's text that Enjolras was free to go and if he could maybe pick him up from the hospital. He wondered if they still wanted to be friends with him once Enjolras was released, since he was the reason he met them in the first place.

"Also, no running or jumping yet, and be careful walking too, if you're not too careful the wound could reopen.." The nurse went on and on about the conditions of leaving the hospital early. But Grantaire was the only one really listening, Enjolras was already putting his jacket on and packing his stuff in his backpack to get out of there. He couldn't stop smiling.

"The smartest advice would just stay in bed for about a week, for the wound to heal completely."

"I'll see what I can do..." Grantaire said, not knowing how he could ever get Enjolras to just stay in bed for days.

"Good." Was the only thing the nurse could respond to that.

Enjolras still needed a little help walking so all Grantaire did was put an arm around him. He couldn't do it without hearing "I'm fine" on repeat the whole time though. He could see that Enjolras was sick of needing help and being vulnerable. He felt bad for him but then thought of a way to possibly cheer him up a little.

"Wait where are we going?" Enjolras said after realizing they weren't walking the direction to the bus or a taxi.

"There's this little cafe just down the street on the left, I figured you would want to eat something before laying in bed for hours, right?" He asked. Enjolras bowed his head and smiled. Then he lift it up again to look at him.

"But what about the nurses' advice and rules stuff?"

"Screw the rules. Besides, we're only going for some drinks and a sandwich, what could go wrong?"

And oh, how he was wrong.

They sat down at a table for two, and somehow, Grantaire felt a little nervous. Which was weird because they had been alone before, but this felt different, like, a date different...

The two were having a fantastic time. Grantaire saw how different Enjolras acted outside of the hospital. He was making jokes, laughing and smiling all the time, it was truly great. The only thing a bit strange was the fact that he saw him turn his head from time to time, all in the same direction. When Grantaire looked to see what was so interesting, he saw a man, probably, judging by its posture, sitting alone at a table and staring at a menu. He wore a long black coat, sunglasses and a hat. The perfect stereotype of either a secret FBI agent or a criminal.

"What's wrong?" Grantaire whispered, leaning closer to Enjolras.

Enjolras looked then looked him right in the eye, and whispered back, forcing a smile. "Act normal, laugh, I've just made a joke."

Grantaire felt scared and let out a fake laugh.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Enjolras stood up and kept his eyes on Grantaire, kind of creepily. Then he leaned forward a bit and laid his hands on his. "I'll be right back." Grantaire nodded and watched him walk away. Only then he noticed a folded napkin was pushed into his hands. He figured since this was done so secretly, Enjolras wouldn't want anyone to know, so he unfolded it under the table. There was written on it.

Get out while you still can, and leave me.

He turned the napkin to see if there was more, but this was all the information he had. Grantaire didn't know what to do, of course he was scared as hell, since this seemed like a threat, like he should get out right now or die. But he wasn't planning to leave Enjolras behind. He waited uncomfortably for his friend to return from the bathroom, which he did after a few minutes. Grantaire felt relieved he even saw him return but it slowly faded when Enjolras walked back to him, irritated, and whispered when he was close enough.

"What the hell are you still doing here?!" He sure was angry.

"I'm not leaving you." Grantaire said. And he meant it, Enjolras didn't get out of the hospital just to get back in. The other boy sighed stressed.

"What's wrong?" He tried to finally get an explanation to all this.

"We're being followed. And now we're both going to die."

"So let's get out of here then?!" He was still confused, but for once, he had to be the optimist. Enjolras nodded but it was too late. Grantaire saw the mysterious man stand up too, and calmly walk towards them. Enjolras grabbed his arm.

"Run!"

Together they ran through the dark streets, it was getting quite late so stars started to appear in the sky. They didn't have time to enjoy the view though, because with almost every corner they turned, they saw another mysterious figure angrily coming towards them.

"What do they want!?" Grantaire managed to scream under his breath.

"Me!"

They ran until they couldn't anymore and Grantaire took a sharp left turn around the corner and pulled Enjolras along by his arm.

"I think we lost them..." Grantaire said, looking around. The two were leaning against a brick wall around some corners, trying to catch their breath. When he didn't hear a response, he looked to the side. The other boy had fallen into the ground, breathing heavily and clutching his hand to his stomach in pain. He knelt down to his eye level to examine how bad it was.

"This is all my fault...." He mumbled softly. And he meant it, he was the one insisting to take Enjolras out, go in public with really bad injuries. But how could I not, he thought to himself when he looked at the other boy's eyes.

"Don't do that." Enjolras interrupted him. "It's not your fault, you didn't know."

That's right, I didn't know shit, but I still don't. He wanted to ask millions of questions, but then he heard voices in the distance, coming closer and closer.

"They're coming.." Grantiare said, sounding scared. "What do we do?"

"We need to hide somewhere unpredictable."

Grantaire thought for a second and then lifted his head.

"I know just the place."