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White noise in my mind Won’t calm down You’re all I think about
Running on the music And night highs But
when the light’s out
It’s me and you now, now' Cause there’s still
too long to the weekend
Too long till I drown in your hands Too long
since I’ve been a fool,
oh, yeah Leave this blue neighborhood Never
knew loving could hurt
this good, And it drives me wild 'Cause when
you look like that I’ve never
ever wanted to be so bad,
It drives me wild
Independent Youtuber Au for Enjolras, Grantaire and Combeferre From Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables
Shaking his head, Ferre almost gave another soft laugh. “No such thing as working too hard when it comes to us, mon ami.” He frowned a little bit when Grantaire started coughing, reaching over to grab the cup of water that sat on the table next to him. He pressed a button to bring the bed up just the slightest. “Come, drink.”
Grantaire nodded. “Thank you, all of you, we’d be going stir crazy if we were here on our own.” he coughed again. Grantaire took a deep breath when the bed sat up and took the cup from Combeferre and took a drink. “Thanks.”
“You can thank us when you’re all with us safe and sound.” Combeferre said as he moved closer a bit to help Grantaire sit up. Taking the cup back from him, he set it down nodded. “If tell you to stop saying thank you isn’t working, I might have to start charging you for it.”
“You should be, you know its true.” Combeferre said with a wide grin on his face, looking over at his friend. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed softly. “We’re doing the best we can right now. I know it’s not much at all. But.” Combeferre said softly. “It’s the only thing we can do right now with you two in here.”
Grantaire nodded. “I know, Ferre, you guys are working hard- almost too hard. And we appreciate it more than we’ll ever be able to show you guys. Seriously.” he leaned back in the bed, feeling tired. He’d been trying to stifle his coughing but it was getting hard. “What ever we need to do, we’ll do our best to do it without complaining too much.”
Shaking his head, Ferre almost gave another soft laugh. “No such thing as working too hard when it comes to us, mon ami.” He frowned a little bit when Grantaire started coughing, reaching over to grab the cup of water that sat on the table next to him. He pressed a button to bring the bed up just the slightest. “Come, drink.”
Hearing Grantaire’s laughter made the smile on Ferre’s face grow, despite the current situation they were in. “I don’t, I am the most innocent person you’ve ever known.” He grinned lightly and then bit his lip at his next question, chewing on it, Combeferre thought for a moment. “That will be the last choice we have, leaving France. But until it comes to that point, we’re staying put right here in our home.”
Grantaire laughed again. “Yes, there are none as innocent as you. I’m so totally convinced.” He shook his head. Grantaire nodded. “I know it’s our last choice, but I’m starting to think it might be our only choice. Unless we can somehow find a way to keep the Patron-Minette off our asses.”
“You should be, you know its true.” Combeferre said with a wide grin on his face, looking over at his friend. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed softly. “We’re doing the best we can right now. I know it’s not much at all. But.” Combeferre said softly. “It’s the only thing we can do right now with you two in here.”
Enjolras was sitting at his computer doing some editing for a few videos that they were going to post as R was doing some painting, he did not have to look to see what he was doing but he could smell the paint, but more then that was the moment that his phone went off…
it was the hospital, he knew that ferre had kept his phone on him so it was weird that the hospital would be calling him, answering it quickly he gasped as he pushed away from his desk and called over to R telling him that they had to go and get Ferre, he had passed out and they were forcing him to take two weeks off.
Getting in the car quickly as he shook his head once again, knowing the times that they told him to take some time off to take a rest anything like that and Ferre had pushed them away made them worry and now here he was injured because of them and because of his own stupidity as well but they all knew that.
walking into the hospital they were ushered to where Ferre was sitting and smiled looking at his boyfriend before walking up to him as he wrapped his arms around him tightly kissing the top of his head lightly before smacking the back of his head with a smirk.
“ you are already taking the next two weeks off and i dont care if we have to tie you to the bed, but you are resting and me and R are going to take care of you”
Grantaire set his brush into the paint thinner. “What’s wrong with Ferre? Why did he pass out? I told him to take a couple days off.” he slipped his shoes on and followed Enjolras to the car. He tapped his fingers nervously on the door as they headed to the hospital.
Once they were in Combeferre’s room, Grantaire sat down in one of the chairs and pulled himself up to Ferre’s bed. “You need to stop working yourself so hard, hon.” he said softly, lacing his fingers with Ferre’s. “We all need sleep, and regular amounts of it. I agree with Enjolras. We’ll tie you to the bed if we have to. You are taking time to relax and recharge.”
It took more then a few hours for Ferre to finally wake up. When he did, he felt groggy, his vision blurred as he blinked a few times before the room started to appear in his vision. He furrowed his brows, knowing that he was in the hospital, but he wasn’t used to seeing it from this angle. Trying to sit up, he groaned a bit, his side hurting as something pulled on his arm. Looking over, Combeferre saw an IV hooked up to himself and that confused him even more.
A nurse came in and saw him awake, shaking her head as she moved to his bedside. “You sir, are under a lot of trouble.” She said as she pushed a button, making his bed help him sit up. “By who?” Combeferre asked, his voice hoarse, his throat hurting a little bit. Before the nurse could answer, the door swung open and he saw Enjolras and Grantaire enter his room. Looking back at him, the nurse replied. “By them.” She said as she turned and left the room.
Combeferre barely got a word in when he felt the kiss to his head then felt the smack, groaning and pouting his lips when Enjolras pulled back. “I’m fine, I swear, I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I tripped a bit.” He said as he looked down at his and Grantaire’s hand, giving him a light squeeze before looking up and looking up at Enjolras.
Thinking about it for a moment, Ferre nodded. “I mean, with a few touches here and there, and some rewording in paper work, that might not actually be a bad idea. Tenants will definitely have questions when it comes to some things about it, but I’m sure we can come up with something to tell them.” He grinned over at Grantaire and reached over, patting his head. “They will.”
Grantaire nodded. “We’ll just make sure to have a playground and like a work out room or something so they think they get a ton with their rent. Rooftop grills or something.” he laughed. Grantaire made a face. “I’m not your pet!”
Combeferre snorted, looking over at his friend. “How much thought have you put into this? I mean, it’s not a bad idea, I will say that. But I feel like we’re being cheap on them if they only get something small. I mean, every condo usually has rooftop grills and work out rooms. What else besides that can we offer?” He asked and laughed. “No, you’re Enj’s pet, there fore I can pet you, from time to time.”
Hearing the other, Ferre raised his brow but said nothing, letting his friend be. He knew that it wasn’t the time to even berate him for anything, not now. After hearing that, Ferre chuckled lightly and pulled an innocent face. “Me? Bad influence? I’ve no idea what you mean by that.”
Grantaire laughed. “I’m sure you don’t.” he shook his head. Grantaire looked over at Enjolras, biting his lip. “We have to leave, don’t we Ferre? Leave France? They aren’t any closer to naming any members of the Patron-Minette. We’ll have to move won’t we?”
Hearing Grantaire’s laughter made the smile on Ferre’s face grow, despite the current situation they were in. “I don’t, I am the most innocent person you’ve ever known.” He grinned lightly and then bit his lip at his next question, chewing on it, Combeferre thought for a moment. “That will be the last choice we have, leaving France. But until it comes to that point, we’re staying put right here in our home.”
Combeferre was hitting his last hour of work at the hospital. He never got many of these, which was sometimes a good thing meaning he still had time to go home and catch up on some sleep, but every once in awhile, a twenty four hour shift or longer would come up and he’d push through it. This week however was an exception, and not of a good one. From a pile up car accident one day, to more then a few kids and teens having severe allergic reactions, to losing one of their oldest patients who was seriously sick, but was fighting back hard until he lost. Pull sixteen to twenty four hour shifts, Combeferre found himself running back and forth, from the ER to the OR, and sleeping in the linen rooms when he could.
He had been standing a the nurses station, his eyes burning as he squinted, trying to make out his own writing before pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He clenched his jaw, trying to fight back another yawn but failed as he let it out, hearing a soft chuckle from the desk. “You need a good amounts of sleep when you’re finally done here, sir.” One of the nurses said and Combeferre could only give a small smile. “You sound like my friends.” He said simply, his mind knowing that Enjolras and Grantaire were worried sick about him, especially with the way he’d been acting the last few days. It was nothing on them, but as much as he told them, he knew they wouldn’t go for it.
“Well your friends are smart ones.” The nurse said, giving him another smile and walked passed him, patting him on the shoulder. “You should listen to them.” She said before walking off. Ferre nodded at her before rubbing a hand down this face and putting his glasses back on and trying to focus on the charts in front of him. His next patient was a teen, in the midst of battling a tumor, and so far the results were on the good side. Taking a deep breathe, Ferre closed the chart and walked down the hall towards the patients room.
He was almost halfway there when an alarm went off, Ferre’s ears pricking up hearing the nurses yell out ‘Code Blue!’. Following them, he ran to the room where it was his next patient, seeing her seizing in her bed as nurses tried to hold her down through it all. Commotion went through the room, Ferre working as quick as he could, until her body lay still, the sound of a high toned beep filling the room before shouts and commands echoed off the wall from everyone. Putting his hands on the patients chest, he started resuscitation's, counting as he looked down at her motionless body, only moving by his movements. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he counted, before pulling his hands away, the nurse yelling out ‘Clear!’ then continuing. A few minutes passed, which seemed like hours to Combeferre before one of the nurses pulled him back forcefully stumbling as he stepped back. Silence filled the room, except the sound of the machines as he looked up at the clock and announced it.
He stayed in the room momentarily, his body shaking as emotions rolled through him and he turned around, walking away quickly. Keeping his face down, he went to the nearest closet, leaning against the wall. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep himself in check but that was no match as tears flowed down his face. Sliding down the wall, he buried his face into his knees and arms, shoulders shaking as sobs racked through him. This was one part of his job he hated the most, especially when it came to the kids. Moments passed, until Combeferre felt numb and stood up. He wiped his face, took a deep shaky breathe before opening the door and stepping outside. A couple nurses who were in the same room, gave him a small smile before putting their heads down and continued their work.
Looking around, he walked silently to the nurses station again, knowing that even through this hard time, he had to continue to his next patient. Taking the folder, Combeferre opened it and started to walk once more, trying to push past the thought of losing a patient on his watch and focus on the reading. His eyes scanned over the chart, furrowing his brows as he tried to make the words clear to him. Squinting his eyes, he opened them again knowing that right then it was a bad idea. The folder spun, and as Combeferre looked up, the room spun along with it. Stepping as he reached out, he felt himself stumble and fall, some shouts being heard in the distance before everything turned black.
I know I’m “only” 21 but the RP world often makes me feel so incredibly old with all these 14&15 year olds and such. So…how about, reblog if you’re a roleplayer and you’re 20+.
“I don’t think it isn’t more of hasn’t found them, it’s more of Joly and Bosuett making sure that he hasn’t so none of us go back to jail.” Ferre then chuckled and nodded his head. “I swear, it only got to the that point when he started hanging out more with Courf, bad mix those two.” He said grinning a little bit and nodded once more. “I agree.”
Grantaire laughed softly, trying to disguise a cough. “I think we’re all a bad influence on each other, to be honest. That’s why our group works so well, we all are bad influences and we all love it.”
Hearing the other, Ferre raised his brow but said nothing, letting his friend be. He knew that it wasn’t the time to even berate him for anything, not now. After hearing that, Ferre chuckled lightly and pulled an innocent face. “Me? Bad influence? I’ve no idea what you mean by that.”
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