To Love Someone Is To See The Face Of God

Chapter 2

Enjolras's POV

"JOLY! ELLA IS HURT!'' We bust through the doors of the Cafe, and Grantaire shouts. The crowd of young men part as we stumble in, with Ella in between us. She's been doing ok until be got in the doors. She collapsed. I was supporting her and luckily I caught her. I picked her up in my arms. She's so light. I see Joly stand up usher us upstairs. I follow Grantaire, worry all over his face. Courfeyrac and Bahorel follow me, equally as worried. We make our way upstairs and Joly yells at some men to get up. Grantaire and Courfeyrac clear the table. 

"Put her here!" I place her down, and her eyes keep fluttering. I look down and see my clothes covered in blood. Ella's blood. Jean Prouvaire runs up the stairs. Everyone suspects he is sweet for her. 

"Ella! Is she ok?" Joly is fluttering about her. He pulls up her sleeve to see all the glass and cuts. I notice there are bruises on her wrists, like someone has been holding them very roughly. Joly pulls out the glass and she winces each time. Tears slip out of her eyes, and her jaw is locked. I walk over and grab her other hand. She juts her eyes to look at me, and she squeezes my hand. Each time a new piece is pulled she sharply  squeezes my hand. After its all out, he grabs some alcohol. I've had that on a cut and I know this will hurt. I prepare myself for her to be in intense pain. Sure enough, she begins to curse profusely. I crack a smile. 

"Enjorlas, will you and R stay with her? I know this girl, and I don't trust her on her own." 

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP JOLY! I'M FINE!" he shakes his head and Grantaire and Courfeyrac go into a fit of laughter.

"You're welcome Cinderella. See you lads tomorrow." he grabs some water and washes his hands. I look around the room and see that Prouvaire seems to have left. I'm relieved. Ella squeezes my hand, and I look down. I see some tears on her tears, and wipe them away. 

"Thank you Enjolras." 

"No problem Cinder-"

"I swear if you start to call me that." Grantaire walks up after he recovers from his laughing fit. 

"Cinderella, I'm going to take you to my flat so you can recover." I step forward in protest. 

"She can come to my flat." Grantaire raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. 

"No, she stays at my flat every once in a while, she'll be more comfortable." Why does she stay at his flat? Are they up to something?  I feel Ella let go of my hand. I look down at her and she is looking deep into my eyes with her brown eyes. 

"Enjorlas, I'll be fine with R. He takes care of me when the goin' get rough."  I breath, but still feel sick to my stomach. 

"Enjy" I look up at whoever called me that. I hate nicknames. It was Courfeyrac. 

"What" It's very sharp and has some hurt behind it. I can see him shrink back a little bit. I lighten up a bit. 

"What Courf?" he smiles gently and circles around the table. He placed his hand on my shoulder. He lowers voice. 

"They're like brother and sister. Just, let him take her, and you visit. If you could try to hide you interest? Jehan will need to be let down easily that she doesn't love him." I turn towards him, and can't believe my ears. Ella? Could she be interested in me? No, impossible. I bet she might like Gavroche more than me. A thud startles me from my thoughts. I look up to see Ella trying to get up. Grantaire, Courfeyrac and I all swoop in. She is very pale, and gives a weak cough. 

"I'm fine." Grant wraps his arms around her shoulders. 

"Ella, I'm takin' you to my flat. But I'm sure Courf and Enjy will be spending time there until you are well." She tries to put her feet on the ground to walk but I catch her. 

"Ella, allow us to carry you. You're not well, and very weak." At first she protested, but Couf just scooped her up after a few moments of pitiful bickering. She just gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck. Grantaire leads the way to his flat. After 2 bottles of wine, he is surprisingly serious. I walk beside Courf, and look at Ella everyonce in a while. After about a mile of walking we finally reach his flat. 

"We're here." I look at Ella to find she's fallin' asleep. I take a deep breath as we walk in. 

"Courf, does Ella... have feelings for Jehan?"Before Courf can answer Granataire pushes past me, and opens a door. "Here's a  small bedroom that she can stay in." It is small, but neat. Simply a bed, a night table, and a simple rocking chair. I run ahead, and pull down the sheets. Courf places her on the sheets and Grant pulls the sheets up. We all stand there and look at her for a moment. 3 people, all care for this girl more than we care for ourselves. I'm sure all all of Les Amis does. She's got us wrapped around her skinny finger. I hate seeing her impoverished, and starving. I will change this. We all will.