Docteur Joly

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@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“Non, I do want to. It’ll be nice to try something new, especially if it can help people.” Joly truly believed that too. He might still need some radicalizing (an easy task, living with Enjolras) but he had always had an empathetic heart. It suited the spirit of an activist well.

He grinned a little and nodded. “I don’t mind questions.” He’d be sure to give detailed answers too – more detailed than anyone would want.

“Mostly school supplies, I didn’t pack notepads or anything. And some plants. You?”

"Bedding." That was first and foremost on Enjolras' list. "Snacks and soft drinks." Very close second. "And coffee." All those things were tied, really. In his backpack he had his laptop and notebooks and pens and pencils and all that stuff. He just had nothing to turn his dorm into a home, except his flag.

Even if initially Enjolras thought it was a little racist to stick the two French exchange students together, he didn't mind it so much now. It made communication easier and it made him feel a little more at home. Because as excited as Enjolras was for this opportunity, he would get homesick very quickly. Heck, he'd already googled French restaurants and bakeries in the area. The good thing about college towns was that you could find a bit of everything. Sadly though, the French bakery wasn't all that close to the campus so there was no way he could get his morning croissant without being late to class unless he woke up at an ungodly hour.

Joly hummed his acknowledgement as they walked down the street. He was looking around, taking in the new city, taking in the sound of English being spoken around him rather than French. It was a wild experience for someone who had spent most of their life in the same city that they were born in but Joly was growing more comfortable, especially now that he had met someone he could easily communicate with.

When they approached Target he walked in, staying a step behind Enjolras to let him lead the way. He could grab his school supplies and plants last, it didn't really matter.

He would have stayed quiet and introspective too but instead, he caught sight of a rack of posters, a good amount of them were scientific. "Oh a periodic table! Wait, I want to get one." He moved over to the posters and flipping through the rack, his grin widened. There was another of their solar system! "Did you know Venus has no electromagnetic field?"

With Joly, it didn't take long before he found an excuse to ramble about magnetism.

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

Enjolras’s answer made a lot more sense, Joly would have to revise his. But first, he was interested to learn that he was an activist. He didn’t know him but he had good vibes, Joly wondered what he planned to do in America as far as that went. “I go to bed early but I won’t mind the lights on while you read,” Joly said with a kind smile, “and I don’t mind getting involved with your activism- we will see lots of each other, it might be gold to step into one another’s world a little, oui?”

He said that but he had no idea what it actually entailed. He was sheltered growing up, even if his political beliefs differed from his parents he was always behaved enough not to cause a fuss. But now, well, they weren’t there. He was grown, he could make his decisions and he didn’t come to America to stay in his comfort zone anyway.

“Though I think most people find my world boring, so it doesn’t have to mutual.” He didn’t want Enjolras to feel pressured to get into biology, it wasn’t everyone’s thing.

"I don't think you want to do that." Enjolras had a very straight0-forward approach to activism where he'd been arrested more than once. Thankfully, his father was an attorney and got him out of trouble. He wasn't sure how that would work in America but still, he wasn't about to damage Joly's records. "But if you're really interested, I'll let you know. Just.. don't stand close to me." Weird request, of course but Joly would soon understand why.

The my world thing was over Enjolras' head because while he could wrap his head around people being curious and wanting to get involved in activism, well... biology wasn't... social. "To be honest..." No, Enjolras. "You know what? We might need your biology background." Trans rights and women's rights. "So expect me to ask questions."

“Do you have a list of things you need to buy?”

"Non, I do want to. It'll be nice to try something new, especially if it can help people." Joly truly believed that too. He might still need some radicalizing (an easy task, living with Enjolras) but he had always had an empathetic heart. It suited the spirit of an activist well.

He grinned a little and nodded. "I don't mind questions." He'd be sure to give detailed answers too – more detailed than anyone would want.

"Mostly school supplies, I didn't pack notepads or anything. And some plants. You?"

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

Enjolras’s answer made a lot more sense, Joly would have to revise his. But first, he was interested to learn that he was an activist. He didn’t know him but he had good vibes, Joly wondered what he planned to do in America as far as that went. “I go to bed early but I won’t mind the lights on while you read,” Joly said with a kind smile, “and I don’t mind getting involved with your activism- we will see lots of each other, it might be gold to step into one another’s world a little, oui?”

He said that but he had no idea what it actually entailed. He was sheltered growing up, even if his political beliefs differed from his parents he was always behaved enough not to cause a fuss. But now, well, they weren’t there. He was grown, he could make his decisions and he didn’t come to America to stay in his comfort zone anyway.

“Though I think most people find my world boring, so it doesn’t have to mutual.” He didn’t want Enjolras to feel pressured to get into biology, it wasn’t everyone’s thing.

"I don't think you want to do that." Enjolras had a very straight0-forward approach to activism where he'd been arrested more than once. Thankfully, his father was an attorney and got him out of trouble. He wasn't sure how that would work in America but still, he wasn't about to damage Joly's records. "But if you're really interested, I'll let you know. Just.. don't stand close to me." Weird request, of course but Joly would soon understand why.

The my world thing was over Enjolras' head because while he could wrap his head around people being curious and wanting to get involved in activism, well... biology wasn't... social. "To be honest..." No, Enjolras. "You know what? We might need your biology background." Trans rights and women's rights. "So expect me to ask questions."

“Do you have a list of things you need to buy?”

"Non, I do want to. It'll be nice to try something new, especially if it can help people." Joly truly believed that too. He might still need some radicalizing (an easy task, living with Enjolras) but he had always had an empathetic heart. It suited the spirit of an activist well.

He grinned a little and nodded. "I don't mind questions." He'd be sure to give detailed answers too – more detailed than anyone would want.

"Mostly school supplies, I didn't pack notepads or anything. And some plants. You?"

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“Political science,” answered Joly with a shrug. It seemed like an obvious progression to him. Most people assumed he was going to medical school because of his major, and they weren’t wrong, he was considering it. “Oui, whatever I do after this I want to be in Paris too. I love it there.” But it was a nice experience to study abroad and he was glad he was getting outside of his comfort zone to do it.

“Hmm.” Need to know sounded a bit intense but Joly just shrugged. “I might put a few plants in our dorm if that’s okay? I like gardening.” For now, that’s all the diabetic guy with a cane and a strange food preference could think that Enjolras might need to know.

He stepped out of the elevator and out the building. He wasn’t sure which way west was so he looked toward Enjolras. He had the map. “Should I know anything about you?”

That wasn’t what Enjolras was asking so he assumed there were no allergies that he needed to know about, no phobias or anything that might trigger his roommate. Either that or his roommate didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t push the subject.

Once they were outside their building, Enjolras began to lead the way in the direction of the store. He was thinking he needed to buy a wheeled cart or something to carry some of the things they bought. Then Joly asked him if there was anything he needed to know. “I’m an activist. A very loud one back home and I’m sure it will be the same way here. I won’t get you involved if you don’t want to. I don’t make friends easily so don’t expect me to have anyone over but I will call my friends back in Paris. I like to read so I’ll probably be up late reading.”

Enjolras's answer made a lot more sense, Joly would have to revise his. But first, he was interested to learn that he was an activist. He didn't know him but he had good vibes, Joly wondered what he planned to do in America as far as that went. "I go to bed early but I won't mind the lights on while you read," Joly said with a kind smile, "and I don't mind getting involved with your activism- we will see lots of each other, it might be gold to step into one another's world a little, oui?"

He said that but he had no idea what it actually entailed. He was sheltered growing up, even if his political beliefs differed from his parents he was always behaved enough not to cause a fuss. But now, well, they weren't there. He was grown, he could make his decisions and he didn't come to America to stay in his comfort zone anyway.

"Though I think most people find my world boring, so it doesn't have to mutual." He didn't want Enjolras to feel pressured to get into biology, it wasn't everyone's thing.

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

Joly nodded and reached for his tennis shoes. His wallet was on the desk beside his bed, along with his keys and phone. Once his shoes were tied he stood and stuffed his keys and whatnot onto his pocket then reached for his cane. “Ah,” he said, moving toward the door, “that’s not far. Weather’s nice too.” He wanted to kick himself. Weather? Really?

He stepped out of their dorm and went toward the elevator. “Are you going to law school after you graduate?” Asked Joly, trying to make small talk.

Enjolras followed Joly to the elevator, taking everything in, reading the signs, where everything was. While their dorm room didn't have a full kitchen, it did have a two minifridges and a microwave and thank god the building was remodeled and they had private bathrooms in each dorm room because Enjolras would hate sharing a bathroom with the entire floor (and he hated he felt that way, too).

"Hm?" He asks, pressing the button to the ground floor. "How'd you know?" Most people that did Political Science went on to do Law but Enjolras could just as easily have gone straight into public service. "I haven't decided what kind of law yet." There were options. "But I know law school will be back in Paris."

“Is there anything I need to know about you?”

"Political science," answered Joly with a shrug. It seemed like an obvious progression to him. Most people assumed he was going to medical school because of his major, and they weren't wrong, he was considering it. "Oui, whatever I do after this I want to be in Paris too. I love it there." But it was a nice experience to study abroad and he was glad he was getting outside of his comfort zone to do it.

"Hmm." Need to know sounded a bit intense but Joly just shrugged. "I might put a few plants in our dorm if that's okay? I like gardening." For now, that's all the diabetic guy with a cane and a strange food preference could think that Enjolras might need to know.

He stepped out of the elevator and out the building. He wasn't sure which way west was so he looked toward Enjolras. He had the map. "Should I know anything about you?"

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“Oui, I have too.” Regardless, it couldn’t be hard to find a store. Joly was hopeful that they could just walk in one direction a while and stumble upon one. “So… I can join, oui?” So far, Joly’s awkwardness managed to be close to minimal but now it was peeking through. He asked about going and while Enjolras certainly implied that was okay, Joly’s strong suit had never been picking up on implications. He just didn’t want his poor dorm mate to feel like he was being followed around by a lost French biology student.

“Yes, of course.” Enjolras brows furrowed in confusion as to why Joly would ask if he could join. Enjolras thought he’d been clear on that but apparently not? He shrugged at himself.

He stands up from the bed, grabbing his phone from his pocket, a shiny new iphone at that. Another gift from his parents. He types in ‘stores near me’ and scrolls until. “Target.” The way he said it wasn’t terrible, he just said it like it was two different words ‘tar’ and ‘get’. “Ten minute walk west.”

Joly nodded and reached for his tennis shoes. His wallet was on the desk beside his bed, along with his keys and phone. Once his shoes were tied he stood and stuffed his keys and whatnot onto his pocket then reached for his cane. "Ah," he said, moving toward the door, "that's not far. Weather's nice too." He wanted to kick himself. Weather? Really?

He stepped out of their dorm and went toward the elevator. "Are you going to law school after you graduate?" Asked Joly, trying to make small talk.

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“I’m the same, no one can understand me here.” It was only a slight disappointment that Enjolras wasn’t a STEM major. It would have been nice to study together and get excited about plants, Joly was considering botany, that or medicine. Both interested him. He was a senior and still hadn’t made up his mind.

“Non, I’m sorry. I just got here, I’ve arrived straight from the airport this morning.” He answered, chewing his lip and then setting the wrinkled shirt down on his bed. “I’ll join you and we can search together? I forgot to pack some things myself.”

"I didn't forget." That was a stupid comment. A useless one in the middle of this conversation. "I like to travel light." And he planned on donating everything he wasn't taking back with him to France when the semester was over. Joly would soon get to know Enjolras and all of his quirks.

Enjolras had arrived the day before but he hadn't done much exploring. He slept. Jet lag was a real thing. "I heard public transportation is good here." It better be because when his parents offered to buy him a car he declined. He didn't need a car for six months in America, that was insane to him.

He takes a seat on his naked bed to put on his boots and then he pats down all his pockets (pants and jacket) to make sure he has his wallet, his keys and his phone.

"Oui, I have too." Regardless, it couldn't be hard to find a store. Joly was hopeful that they could just walk in one direction a while and stumble upon one. "So. . . I can join, oui?" So far, Joly's awkwardness managed to be close to minimal but now it was peeking through. He asked about going and while Enjolras certainly implied that was okay, Joly's strong suit had never been picking up on implications. He just didn't want his poor dorm mate to feel like he was being followed around by a lost French biology student.

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“Biology, I’m a senior,” Joly answered, a bit taken by the impression his new roommate was giving him. The flag, the confidence, and was it charm? Joly wasn’t sure. He didn’t have a flag, was not traditionally charming, and well, he was a bit too fidgety too look confident. He was twisting up a shirt of his to keep his hands busy, now it’d be wrinkled.

“I’ve always wanted to live in Paris, it’s wonderful there. I’ve never been to Lyon- is this your first semester studying abroad here?”

"I'm junior. Political Science major." The complete opposite of Joly's major so that meant they wouldn't be studying together and would likely have different friends. Did they just put them up as roommates because they were French? Was that racist? Enjolras let that marinate for a second before turning his attention back to Joly. "Paris is the best city in the world." He'd fight for that one. "And yes, it's my first time in America too. My English isn't great. I haven't been able to shake off the very thick French accent." There was no way the blonde could even pretend to be from anywhere other than France, his accent would give it away.

Enjolras takes a look around the room for the first time. It was tight. Hopefully his roommate wasn't messy. At least their beds were far apart from each other, just in case Joly talked in his sleep, or snored, or farted. Enjolras had never had a roommate before. Wealthy parents meant he didn't do dorms in Paris - he had his own place.

"I need to buy things. Do you know a store nearby?"

"I'm the same, no one can understand me here." It was only a slight disappointment that Enjolras wasn't a STEM major. It would have been nice to study together and get excited about plants, Joly was considering botany, that or medicine. Both interested him. He was a senior and still hadn't made up his mind.

"Non, I'm sorry. I just got here, I've arrived straight from the airport this morning." He answered, chewing his lip and then setting the wrinkled shirt down on his bed. "I'll join you and we can search together? I forgot to pack some things myself."

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

dcteurjoly:

“Parlez-vous français?” At first, Joly wasn’t sure if he was being made fun of for his accent or what but when he saw the French flag being unfurled, a grin broke across his features. “You’re from France too? I’m from Marseille.” He incredibly relieved. He’d get to speak his own language and they already had something in common! “I’m Bastien Joly, you are?”

Careful not to fall and not have that be his roommates first impression of him, the tall thin blond hops down from his bed. That bed just wouldn’t do. He couldn’t wait to get a fitted sheet on it, and covers. He made a mental note to go to the store.

He looks at his roommate dead in the eye and reaches his hand out. “Paris.” That wasn’t true. “Lyon. I moved to Paris when I was 17.” About to turn eighteen but that was a miniscule detail. Enjolras loved Paris and how historic it was.

“What’s your major?”

"Biology, I'm a senior," Joly answered, a bit taken by the impression his new roommate was giving him. The flag, the confidence, and was it charm? Joly wasn't sure. He didn't have a flag, was not traditionally charming, and well, he was a bit too fidgety too look confident. He was twisting up a shirt of his to keep his hands busy, now it'd be wrinkled.

"I've always wanted to live in Paris, it's wonderful there. I've never been to Lyon- is this your first semester studying abroad here?"

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

"Bonjour." Says Enjolras, rolling his red suitcase behind him, a black faux leather backpack on his back. He didn't bring too much considering how long he was going to be there. He set his backpack down on the bed and began digging through it. First things first, right? "Oui." Says Enjolras, now slipping off his combat boots which were untied, he was wearing mix-matched socks. and climbing on the bed. He had something in his hands, and it was rolled up. When he began to unroll it, it was the French flag, which he was hanging just above his bed. "Alexandre Enjolras." He says, without looking at Joly, very focused on hanging that flag just right.

"Parlez-vous français?" At first, Joly wasn't sure if he was being made fun of for his accent or what but when he saw the French flag being unfurled, a grin broke across his features. "You're from France too? I'm from Marseille." He incredibly relieved. He'd get to speak his own language and they already had something in common! "I'm Bastien Joly, you are?"

@libertenjolras

Joly was all nerves. Not only was it his first time out of France, he was in America, staying for at least the entire semester. More if he decided he liked it. He was also learning how awful his English was. Everything he said he repeated at least three times before anyone could understand him but finally, he was in his own dorm, alone, unpacking.

That lasted thirty minutes before the door swung open and an attractive blond stepped in. It was going to be a pain in the ass having a language barrier with his dorm mate.

"Hello," he said, trying his best to speak clearly and annunciate his syllables properly, though the French accent was still incredibly thick with what he said next. "is this yours?" He asked, pointing at the other bed nearest to the door, wondering if this was his roommate or an RA barging in. Though he was realizing that the RA probably wouldn't have a suitcase with them.

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dcteurjoly:

Joly was still sitting up in bed when Enjolras came back in. Finishing off his flavorless orange juice, Joly nodded and smirked a little at him. “You and me both.” It was painful and kept him winded, he’d be glad to be breathing without a cough lurking a few breaths away again.

The smile faded as he took Enjolras in, seeing the dark circles beneath those blue eyes he loved. He must have hardly slept. “You look exhausted, mon amour. Sleep. At least one of us should be healthy.”

“Can’t.” He states simply, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking back at his boyfriend. “I’m a doctor and nurse today… and for two weeks.” Combeferre told him to keep an eye on Joly and Enjolras took it literally. He was going to watch his boyfriend and jot everything down (even if Ferre only asked for blood sugar levels).

His resolve was strong but his body not so much because just then he yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “All the hospitals in Paris are full.” He wasn’t aware if Joly already knew or if this was brand new information. “So I need to keep you from getting more sick.”

"I will wake you if I need anything, then." Joly was well aware of the overcrowding at hospitals. If he did need to go he'd be stuck in a hallway for a while but he agreed that avoiding that was preferable. Still, Enjolras staying awake wasn't necessarily going to help. "I'm fine right now. I slept, I drank some orange juice, my fever is even down from last night."

dcteurjoly:

Combeferre smiled a little and shook his head. “Right now, yes. It’s just the second day, though. I don’t know how he’ll be tomorrow, just take him to the hospital if any of those things I texted to you come up.” For some people the virus was a bad flu, for others it was deadly. Joly was at some extra risk because of his diabetes but so far, he seemed alright. “All of the hospitals in Paris are full, though. Patients are sleeping on beds in the hallways and we can’t even let family come to visit– just keep an eye on him. See if you can keep track of his blood sugar too, watch out for it consistently being high.”

He smirked a little before answering the second question and shrugged his shoulders. “As for how he’ll behave, you’re his boyfriend. I wouldn’t know. If you need a break and I’m not asleep or working, let me know, I’ll come over.” But living with Joly, Enjolras would know by now that medical residents were almost always asleep or working.

It was a kind offer but Enjolras knew Joly wouldn’t have it. He loved his friends enough but when he wasn’t feeling well, he tended to lean towards his boyfriend. “I’ll walk you out.” Says Enjolras, setting his coffee down and leading Combeferre to the front door of their apartment. “I haven’t told his mom yet.” She would freak out and ask them to go to Marseille and Joly would hate putting his parents at risk and it’d be a whole mess. “I’ll text them once he’s better.” He nodded, confirming it to himself. “Thank you for stopping by. Get some sleep.”

To which Combeferre replies with, “You too.” Because looking at Enjolras you knew the guy needed some sleep. But there was no time for that. Combeferre left and Enjolras was picking up his coffee and going back to Joly. “I hate the cough.” It was dry and instead of sounding like Joly was coughing up phlegm it sounded like he was about to cough up a lung.

Joly was still sitting up in bed when Enjolras came back in. Finishing off his flavorless orange juice, Joly nodded and smirked a little at him. "You and me both." It was painful and kept him winded, he'd be glad to be breathing without a cough lurking a few breaths away again.

The smile faded as he took Enjolras in, seeing the dark circles beneath those blue eyes he loved. He must have hardly slept. "You look exhausted, mon amour. Sleep. At least one of us should be healthy."

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“Non, thank you.” He’d eat later. Without getting to taste anything eating really did just feel like work now. Before it’d be a fun experience, who doesn’t like good food? Now it was just shoving nutrients into his mouth. Nothing to get excited about. He just needed to bring up his blood sugar or he wouldn’t have asked for orange juice.

Once Enjolras left Joly checked his temperature and Joly and Combeferre fell into speaking in medical jargon, which really was more efficient in both of their opinions. It was nice to not need to interpret what a patient was saying into something scientific, they started scientific and then had no need to decode it back into something a non physician would understand.

Before long, Combeferre was satisfied enough with the check in and ready to sleep. Though, Enjolras probably still wanted to know what the hell they had just discussed. “I’ll let you go back to sleep.” Combeferre looked back at Enjolras, nodding his head toward the door for him to show him out.

Enjolras brought the orange juice to Joly and then promptly left the room. He wasn’t needed there and he didn’t want to get in the way but his mind was working overtime and now, now he was jealous of Combeferre.

He was pouring himself a second cup of coffee when Combeferre walked out of the bedroom. The handsome blond had dark circles under his eyes and his hair needed a wash. He didn’t look great. But in retrospect, who looked great in quarantine? He sipped his coffee before addressing Combeferre. “I only have two questions.” No need to translate and no need to explain what he had to do because he was sure Joly would break it down for him. “Is he going to be okay here?” Meaning that if it was a smart thing to keep him home or if it was better to take him to the hospital. “Is he going to be straddling the line between grumpy and cuddly for two weeks?”

Combeferre smiled a little and shook his head. "Right now, yes. It's just the second day, though. I don't know how he'll be tomorrow, just take him to the hospital if any of those things I texted to you come up." For some people the virus was a bad flu, for others it was deadly. Joly was at some extra risk because of his diabetes but so far, he seemed alright. "All of the hospitals in Paris are full, though. Patients are sleeping on beds in the hallways and we can't even let family come to visit– just keep an eye on him. See if you can keep track of his blood sugar too, watch out for it consistently being high."

He smirked a little before answering the second question and shrugged his shoulders. "As for how he'll behave, you're his boyfriend. I wouldn't know. If you need a break and I'm not asleep or working, let me know, I'll come over." But living with Joly, Enjolras would know by now that medical residents were almost always asleep or working.

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He coughed under the blanket and then poked his head out to see Combeferre. He was a little embarrassed he was there, having just woken up. He hadn’t brushed his teeth, showered, eaten, checked his blood sugar, nothing.

“Here, I nabbed some strips from the supply closet for you to check ketones.” Combeferre said, setting a little baggy of test strips down on the side table. “Are you having trouble breathing?”

Joly pouted, something usually reserved just for Enjolras but his filter was long gone as he reached for his pouch and pricked his finger, shaking his head. “Non, just tired. Thank you, mon ami.”

“You seem short of breath,” he pointed out tipping his head to the side.

“You would be too if you had just finished coughing.” He smirked a little, glad to be teasing Combeferre a little and then sighed when he saw his blood sugar. He was fine to get out of bed and grab something to eat on his own but now he had both Enjolras and Combeferre hovering over him. “Enj, will you get me some orange juice, please?” He doubted they’d let him go do it on his own anyway.

Enjolras picked up his cup of coffee again, leaning up against the dresser so Combeferre had space. Not knowing anything about medicine, he figured he was most helpful staying away. He sipped his coffee, grinning at the back and forth between them. Oddly enough,Enjolras had never been jealous of Combeferre. A feat, really, considering Enjolras was the most jealous person on the planet and Joly and Ferre spent so much time together and had so much in common.

Now that he thought about it, an eyebrow perked up. It was fleeting though. Joly distracted him by asking for orange juice. “Anything else? Ferre, do you want anything?”

Combeferre shook his head. “No. Thank you. I’m going straight to bed after this.”

"Non, thank you." He'd eat later. Without getting to taste anything eating really did just feel like work now. Before it'd be a fun experience, who doesn't like good food? Now it was just shoving nutrients into his mouth. Nothing to get excited about. He just needed to bring up his blood sugar or he wouldn't have asked for orange juice.

Once Enjolras left Joly checked his temperature and Joly and Combeferre fell into speaking in medical jargon, which really was more efficient in both of their opinions. It was nice to not need to interpret what a patient was saying into something scientific, they started scientific and then had no need to decode it back into something a non physician would understand.

Before long, Combeferre was satisfied enough with the check in and ready to sleep. Though, Enjolras probably still wanted to know what the hell they had just discussed. "I'll let you go back to sleep." Combeferre looked back at Enjolras, nodding his head toward the door for him to show him out.

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