"I don't think we should go that way." ~garden-revolutions
Enjolras hesitated before he walked down the darkened alley. He knew it probably wasn’t the best way to get back to their apartment but the police were everywhere and this was their only choice. He turned and looked at Jehane anyway. “Do you know a better way?” A siren started up a few blocks away from them.
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Jehane looked up, even though she already knew no one would be visible between the roofs of the tall, teetering buildings that made up the alley walls. “Turn around and keep walking,” she told Enj softly. “We don’t want to make trouble where there isn’t any,” she added, slightly louder.
Just as the words left her lips, a mechanically-silenced gun shot sliced through the thick air. The sound was unfamiliar to Enjolras and it made him freeze mid-turn. “What the fuck was that?”
Something hit her shoulder hard, jerking her forward. Jehane’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her grip on Enjolras’ sleeve tightened briefly, pulling his arm towards her, but then it slackened and she let go, hand drifting up to her shoulder. It was warm and wet, but she couldn’t feel anything, and nothing was visible on her dark coat.
In a dark blur of motion, Enjolras was suddenly getting his head slammed up against the brick wall of the alley. He felt blood trickling from his forehead and his vision became blurry and this thoughts, disoriented. He was on his knees and someone was pulling his wallet out of his pocket and he had no chance to fight back.
“Jehane…” Enjolras breathed out, looking around for her.
Jehane dropped to her knees, but it felt like she dropped straight through the street, her mind swooping. She caught herself without thinking and found her right arm buckling beneath her, a screaming wave of pain shooting down her arm. She fell face-first on the pavement, but before she even felt the sting of asphalt on her cheek a harsh foot was rolling her over and someone was efficiently pushing through her coat pockets. She batted vaguely at them with her hand, realizing how pathetic she looked but somewhat distracted by the unrelenting pain in her shoulder.
The scream oriented Enjolras’ lopsided thoughts and he quickly turned towards the sound. Seeing the shape of Jehane on the ground with some stranger over her made his vision go red. He scrambled to his feet and tackled the thief to the ground. Enjolras started punching whatever body part was in front of him and eventually the figure underneath him stopped moving.
Enjolras heaved big breathes and rolled off of the thief. His vision was dancing between clear and blurry as he made his way over to Jehane.
“Jehane …” he knelt down beside her, blinking blood out of his eye. “Where did they hurt you?”
She couldn’t see anything but Enjolras’ wavering face and the alley-framed sky, far above, but she thought with a frantic burst of relief that at least she was conscious. She didn’t want to move, but she forced herself to set one hand over her shoulder. After a moment to catch her breath she pressed down as much as she could, sobbing softly. Her mind was racing and everything was spinning away around her, but something was telling her to stop the bleeding.
Enjolras’ stomach sank when he realized the nature of the wound. He removed her hand and shushed her quietly. “It’s fine, you’re fine.” He took off his jacket and covered the wound with it. “I’m going to call for help. You’ll be fine.” He put pressure on the wound with one hand and reached into his pocket for his phone with the other.
His stomach sank even lower when his hands felt nothing put air in the pocket he usually kept his phone in. “Shit ...” he breathed. They’d stolen his phone too. Enjolras took a few deep breaths, feeling himself sinking into panic. “Okay, okay ...Jehane?” He found her eyes and looked directly in them. “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”
