12 Days of Enjoltaire

Day 8: Ski Trip

A/N: So I miscalculated and I'm going to be updating the next chapter tomorrow so that the last one will be uploaded on Christmas Day. Just a heads up : )

           Enjolras was back to human functioning capacity with a few days. The amis had planned a holiday movie marathon at Enjolras and Combeferre's apartment. However, the two students didn't exactly volunteer their apartment. Courfeyrac was to blame for that. The repercussion of this was that both of them were very stressed. Enjolras was organizing and reorganizing all of the usual clutter in the living room and Combeferre was cleaning everything. Grantaire and Courfeyrac were torn between laughing and tell them to calm down. They managed to get their stressed-out boyfriends to agree to take a day to go skiing.

The group went to a nearby resort and got day passes. Grantaire helped Enjolras get into snow gear ("You need to wear a coat, Enjolras!" "I'm fine!") and Courfeyrac got them all ski rentals. They split up when they got to the ski lift. Courfeyrac and Combeferre went up first and Enjolras and Grantaire waited on line. Enjolras was playing with one of poles anxiously until Grantaire took his hand.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly. Enjolras took a deep breath and nodded.

"I've just never done this before. And it's kinda high," he admitted with a sheepish look. Grantaire just smiled gently and kissed his cheek.

"It'll be alright, mon ange," He promised as the lift came around. They got on and Grantaire held his hand the whole time. When they got off, Grantaire quickly showed Enjolras the basics and they made their way over to Courfeyrac and Combeferre.

"Ready?" Courfeyrac asked with a smile. Combeferre and Enjolras exchanged a look and nodded. They started down the hill, Courfeyrac and Grantaire sticking close to their boyfriend. At one point, Grantaire and Enjolras split down one trail and Courfeyrac and Combeferre down the other.

Enjolras was shaky but tried to save face. Grantaire was trying to be supportive but he couldn't help but laugh as Enjolras hit a tree branch and a pile of snow fell on him. Enjolras huffed and shook some of the snow out of his hair and looked over at Grantaire, who was still laughing. He rolled his eyes and hit him with a snowball. Grantaire laughed harder and threw one back until they were in a snowball fight. They were both covered in snow and laughing until Enjolras tripped over his own feet and fell down the side of the hill and into a snowbank. Grantaire laughed and skied over to help him up.

"You okay Apollo?" He called. Enjolras winced as he sat up and checked himself over.

"No," he called back faintly as his eyes widened. Grantaire's expression turned serious and he quickly took off his skis and carefully made his way to where Enjolras was. When he got there, his heart dropped into his stomach when he saw the red stain snow and Enjolras' ankle bent at an odd angle.

"Holy shit," he cursed. Enjolras looked up at him with a glare.

"Thanks R, I thought it was bad," he snapped as he sat up with labored breath. He tried to stand up but yet out a small yelp of pain and fell back down. Grantaire rushed over to him and scooped him up gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he promised softly, holding Enjolras close to him. Enjolras nodded and held onto him tightly. Grantaire got him back up the hill and set him against a tree before going back down to get both their skis and poles. He got back up and went back to Enjolras.

"Okay, I'm going to call Combeferre and Courfeyrac and then we're going to get you to the hospital, yeah?" He said, crouching down next to him. "Do you want me to check it or wait until we get out of here?" Enjolras took a deep breath.

"I don't need to go to the hospital," he insisted. "I'm-"

"If you say you're 'fine' I might dump you right here on this mountain," Grantaire threatened. Enjolras looked away sheepishly and Grantaire sighed, kissing his forehead before calling Courfeyrac.

" Hey, are you guys still on the mountain or did we miss you?" Courfeyrac asked over the phone.

"Enj got hurt. We're stuck about halfway down I think. I'm going to try and get him down but then we need to get him to go to a hospital," he explained as he walked away from Enjolras so he wouldn't hear.

"That's like getting a cat to swim," Courfeyrac sighed. "I'm guessing it's bad then?"

"He's bleeding enough to stain the snow and I might need to reset his ankle before we start."

"I'll get a head start with Ferre. Good luck." Grantaire turned his phone off after Courfeyrac hung up. He made his way back to Enjolras and looked at him sympathetically.

"So, I think it's broken," he started gently. Enjolras sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No shit."

"So I'm going to reset it before we go down, okay?" Enjolras was clearly very panicked but nodded. Grantaire sighed and knelt next to him, kissing him softly.

"Count of three," he said. "One, two, three." Grantaire quickly reset his ankle and Enjolras yelped and cried slightly. Grantaire instantly pulled him into a hug.

"It's okay," He shushed softly, stroking his hair. "It's over and you're okay. We're going to go down to the hospital so they can actually fix it, alright?"

Enjolras nodded and sniffled softly. "Okay," he agreed. Grantaire nodded and helped him up with one arm wrapped firmly around his waist. They made their way carefully down the hill, stopping every so often.

They managed to get back to the parking lot and found Courfeyrac and Combeferre. As soon as they saw each other, Combeferre and Courfeyrac ran over to help them.

"I explained to the people in there that you're poles are up there and they said they'd get it," Courfeyrac explained to them. Enjolras gave him a death glare as Grantaire helped him into their car.

"Because that's what I was concerned about," he replied but Grantaire thanked Courfeyrac before they both got in. Grantaire held Enjolras' hand as they drove to the hospital.

"You'll be okay," he promised. Enjolras curled into his side and nodded against Grantaire's shoulder.

"I'm with you," he agreed. Grantaire smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

"I think the blood loss is starting to get to you," he teased. Enjolras laughed gently as they pulled into the hospital. Grantaire helped him out and inside as Combeferre went ahead to explain the earlier phone call to Joly, who was working a shift.

"What the hell were you two thinking?!" He asked angrily as Grantaire and Enjolras met him inside. They both withered under his glare as Joly started stitching Enjolras' cut. An hour later, they were all back at Enjolras and Combeferre's apartment with Enjolras' ankle in a medical boot. He was curled up on the couch with Grantaire as they watched the Polar Express.

"I'm sorry about all that," Grantaire apologized quietly, kissing his temple.

"It's not your fault," he promised, curling up closer to him under the blanket.

"Kinda was," Grantaire insisted. Enjolras rolled his eyes and kissed him softly.

"But you got me home so that's all that matters," he added. "And neither of us were killed by Joly." Grantaire laughed softly and held him closer.

"Whatever you say mon ange."