repair.
repair. being confined to bed due to injury or illness and hating every second of it.
Enjolras looked at his best friend for a moment and cocked his head a little, “so i take it that it would be your turn to watch over me?” he scoffed lightly “ what one of the amis put you up to it Ferre?” he winced slightly as he tried to chuckle a little as he was remembering the small fight...well small to him he was a part of, during the rally, “ did we get anyone new to our cause? you know you don’t have to keep me here right? i have a ton of things to do...Ferre...mon ami please.” he whimpered at the end hoping that he would take pity on the man “ they wont let me do anything...at all”
He lost count how many cities they had been at, or how many people they had talked to, his blonde hair was gone, the reason that he was the golden boy of the amis. other then his charming personality, or that is what he thought to himself that was. it had been an extremely hot day, warmer then anything that they had experienced in paris. he did not remember anything happening he just knew that all of a sudden everything went black around him. he woke up with a gasp as a twinge of pain ran threw him for a moment. bright blue eyes settled on ferre for a moment as a small smile crossed his lips. “ what happened?” he whispered softly as he tried to sit up a little to quick for his liking. he took a small breath in slowly as he bit his lip for a moment “ so ferre when can we go home?” he whispered softly. “ you know how i feel about places like this”













