Enjolras (franceb4pants) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2014-12-11 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | camilla chummy noakes : chummyoldbean, enjolras : franceb4pants, frank abagnale jnr : inlivingcolour, grantaire : onemorelie, trixie franklin : scarlet-talons |
Who: Enjolras and Grantaire, featuring some Chummy, Trixie and Frank
What: Enjolras is sick
When: Now
Where: His and Grantaire's room
Rating: Low
Status: Closed
Enjolras had woken in the middle of the night feeling awful. His head was pounding, his nose was blocked and he felt really hot. He managed to climb out of the bed without disturbing Grantaire and he grabbed a spare blanket and some tissues and left the bedroom, curling up on the couch. It took him a long time but eventually he fell back into a restless sleep, a trashcan full of tissues in front of him on the couch.
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GRANTAIRE woke to find the bed empty. His brow furrowed and he glanced to the bathroom door. He could be just there. He waited, dozing a little. But when he didn't hear anything he stumbled to his feet and went to knock on the door. "Enjolras?"
The door opened and the bathroom was empty. He scratched his head and moved to the door, peering out into the living area. Maybe he was reading because he couldn't sleep. But the room was dark, and he saw a figure lying on the couch.
"Enjolras?" He stepped out into the room and walked to the couch. "What are you doing out here?"
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Enjolras stirred from his sleep and promptly started to cough for a moment. “Stay away!” he said, voice hoarse. “I’m disgusting and all sweaty right now. You should go back to bed.”
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Grantaire's brow furrowed and he reached out to feel Enjolras' forehead. He was warm.
"Oh, poor Apollo. Come back to bed with me."
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Enjolras shook his head. “No, I can’t. I will give this to you then. You should stay away from me for your own good. There is no way I look in any way attractive right no-” he said, pausing to grab a tissue and sneezing.
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GRANTAIRE smiled fondly, stroking his hair. "Well, no. But it is endearing."
"Come to bed. You've already infected me if you are contagious. You'll be more comfortable in bed."
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Enjolras shook his head. “No… I can’t,” he said, turning his head away and blowing his nose. “I will be twisting and turning all night and you’ll never got a good nights sleep. I am perfectly fine on the couch.”
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"Which won't matter as I can spend all day tomorrow sleeping if I want to. No more arguments. Come back to bed, Apollo, and I'll go make you a hot drink."
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He glanced back at Grantaire. “I….. I did not want you to see me like this. Defeated by a cold!” he said. He sighed and got to his feet. “Very well.” He started to pad back to their bedroom.
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GRANTAIRE smiled fondly and wrapped his arm around his waist, helping him into the room.
"I will not tell anyone you were weakened, do not worry." He tucked Enjolras into bed and glanced down at himself. Clothes. Right. He pulled on some trousers.
"I'll be back in a bit." He kissed his forehead before stepping away and heading for the kitchen.
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Enjolras didn’t like this at all. “It’s bad enough you’ve seen me like this already,” he said.
He curled up under the blankets and started to cough, chestily. This was awful!
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GRANTAIRE made a cup of something that claimed to help with colds and flu, that looked bright yellow and smelled lemony.
He took it back to Enjolras and sat beside him. "Drink this, Apollo. We'll take you to the doctor in the morning.
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Enjolras took the mug from him. “What is it?” he asked, eying the contents of the mug suspiciously.
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"Some sort of medicine. It will help you sleep."
He slid a hand through Enjolras' hair.
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He took a sip of the yellow liquid and glanced at Grantaire. “How can you touch me when I’m like this?”
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GRANTAIRE smiled fondly. "Would you want to take care of me if I were unwell?"
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Enjolras nodded his head after taking another sip. “Well… yes, of course,” he said.
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GRANTAIRE smiled. "There you go. That is what I'm doing." He kissed Enjolras' forehead.
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Enjolras smiled. “You are so wonderful,” he said, but then he started to cough again.
When he managed to stop he looked completely miserable. “I’m sorry…. if I give you this too.”
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Grantaire shook his head. “Then you can repay the favour and take care of me.” He rubbed Enjolras’ back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
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“I love you, so much,” he said, smiling at Grantaire. “I don’t think I could have asked for a better husband than you. You’re just so…. wonderful.” He knew he said that a lot but he couldn’t think of another word that described Grantaire.
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Grantaire kissed his forehead again, smoothing his curls away. “I love you too.”
His brow furrowed. “You feel warm.” Fever might not be as dangerous here as it would have been at home, but he still didn’t like it. “Into bed with you, I’ll get you something cool for your forehead.”
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He set the mug down on the nightstand and climbed into bed properly, laying down properly, sneezing again. “I would say that you’re just trying to get me into bed, but you never need to try to get me to do that, and there’s no way you’d want me like that know,” he said, rather sad that he wouldn’t be able to please his husband.
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Grantaire moved to the bathroom, smiling slightly. “I would, in a heartbeat, but you’re miserable. When you’re feeling a little better, maybe. You can just lie there, if you want.” He reaches over to place the cold flannel against Enjolras’ forehead, then tugs off his trousers and crawls in beside him.
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He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling rather groggy. “You’re so sweet,” he said. He smiled at Grantaire when he placed the flannel on his forehead. He wanted to turn over and snuggle up with Grantaire but decided against it, given his current state.
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Grantaire moved to lie behind him, draping an arm over his waist. He didn’t press too close, not wanting to make Enjolras too warm.
“Wake me if you need anything, okay?”
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“I will,” he said, eyes closing. He was just so tired and he felt so weak and miserable.
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“I’ll be here.” He pressed a kiss to Enjolras’ shoulder and stroked his arm gently, hoping he could get some sleep.
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“Good night, my love,” he said. He managed to drift off to sleep eventually.
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Grantaire woke first the next day and popped out to the infirmary. He found a nurse waiting, a friendly woman who greeted him warmly.
“I’m sure it’s just a touch of cold, but would you like me to pop around to check on him?” she offered.
“If it’s not any trouble. He isn’t the happiest of patients, so I think it’d be best if we got him well soon.” He smiled.
“Understood. I’ll come with you now.” She chattered good-naturedly as they walked through the corridors, and Grantaire asked her wait outside while he checked if the room was decent. It was, once he bundled up the clothes they’d discarded earlier. He sat on the bed and reached out to brush curls away from Enjolras’ forehead.
“Wake up, Apollo. There’s a nurse here to make you all better.”
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Enjolras slowly stirred and opened his eyes groggily. “A nurse?” he asked, weakly. He moved to try to sit up. “Okay, I’m awake.”
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Grantaire propped up the pillows and slid a hand through his hair, then realised it would be pointless to try to tame it this early.
“She’s going to check you over. I’ll just get her.”
He let Chummy in, and she smiled. “What ho. I say, you do look under the weather. Not to worry, I’m sure it’s nothing that some rest and liquids can sort out. Now, I think I’ll just take your temperature and have a peek at that old throat of yours. Say ‘ahhh.’” She froze. “Oh, dear, I’ve done it again. You’ll have to forgive the bedside manner. I mostly deal with children now, you see.”
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Enjolras wasn’t sure what to make of this woman. He knew she was there to help him though, so he he didn’t dwell too much on the way she said something to him. “It’s okay,” he said. “Ahhhhhh,” he said, opening his mouth wide for her as he did.
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Grantaire smiled as he hung back, watching Chummy examine his throat, look in his ears and take his temperature. She listened to his chest too, then stepped back.
Chummy pulled back after a few minutes. “Just a touch of cold, I’d say. Plenty of rest and liquids, and I’ll leave some medicine to help you sleep, and something for the cough. I’d say take care of yourself, but you have someone to do that for you.” She smiled at Grantaire.
“Thank you, Nurse Noakes.”
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Enjolras didn’t enjoy the examination but he let her get on with it, without a word.
“Yes, thank you. I’m sure that my husband will make sure I am well rested and have plenty of liquids,” he said, fondly.
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“Absolutely he will.” Chummy looked sad for a second but then brightened up. “Useful things, husbands. Well, then. I’ll leave you in his capable hands.” She packed up her things, leaving behind some medicine and a cough bottle, and Grantaire moved over to sit beside him.
“My poor Apollo.” He kissed his forehead, shifting to sit beside him.
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“Thank you, again,” he said, before she left.
He curled up and moved to rest his head against Grantaire’ chest. “I think I’ll be confined to this room for a while. Please….. don’t think you have to stay with me.” He wouldn’t object to Grantaire staying with him, but he had a feeling he would be bored.
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Grantaire wrapped an arm around him. “I’ll stay, unless you need to be alone to sleep.” He tugged Enjolras closer, wishing he could just make him better now. It didn’t seem right to see him this unhappy.
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Enjolras shook his head. “I’d like you to stay. I just…. don’t want you to be bored while I rest.”
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Grantaire shook his head. “I have my sketchbook. And I could always read.” He smiled teasingly. “I’ll be here.”
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He chuckled and then ended up coughing, his back hurting from how hard it was. Eventually he managed to stop and he flopped against Grantaire’s chest again. “I am pathetic.”
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Grantaire rubbed his back. “Shh, you are sick. It is to be expected. Will I read to you? It could take your mind off it. Something comforting. The Rights of Man, perhaps?” he said, lightly teasing. “Speeches by Robespierre, if you think I could do it justice.”
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He smiled. “Read whatever you like to me,” he said, moving enough so that Grantaire could get up to get a book to read.
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GRANTAIRE picked up the nearest book and started reading, his free hand stroking Enjolras' hair as he did.
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Enjolras leaned back against him, his hand moving to drap around Grantaire' waist. Though he still felt miserable, it was really nice to have Grantaire here with him.
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It was nice, even though Enjolras was clearly unwell. He closed the book after a while.
"Hungry? I can make us something to eat to keep your strength up."
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He nodded his head. "If it's not too much trouble."
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GRANTAIRE shook his head. "Of course not." He kissed Enjolras' forehead and climbed out of the bed.
"Back soon."
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Enjolras curled up in the bed when Grantaire climbed out and he closed his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, voice still hoarse.
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GRANTAIRE carried back a tray with soup and soft bread, enough for both of them.
"Here we are."
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Enjolras managed to drag himself to a sitting position. "I am sorry you have to take care of me like this. I'm sure there are an infinite number of things you would rather be doing."
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"Nothing that can't wait. I believe I promised something about in sickness and in health, so I am staying." He took a bowl for himself and settled down to eat.
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Enjolras took his own bowl and slowly started to eat the soup. It tasted good and wasn't hard on his stomach. "You're a great husband. I hope you know how much I appreciate you."
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"I do. But if you want you can show me, when you're better." He winked at him.
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"You know how much I enjoy that," Enjolras said, grinning slightly.
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"I do."
He finished his soup and stretched. "Look on the bright side. We can tell your nephew you are unwell and need rest, so you should have a little bit of a break."
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Enjolras smiled. "He is.... Not terrible. He is just very..... Enthusiastic... He is certainly better than any of my immediate family. To think my sisters line eventually becomes something that is actually proud of what I have been trying to achieve though.... It is rather surprising."
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GRANTAIRE nodded. "Yes, he is. I don't know if he has much family at home. I think that's why he has latched on to you so strongly."
"I'm glad to hear they're proud of you, though. As they should be." He patted Enjolras' hand.
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"Yes, that does make sense," he said, nodding his head. "He seemed to take to you easily too. Which is hardly surprising."
He paused a moment. "It's just odd considering my own family disowned me for my beliefs. And now they are something to be celebrated?"
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"Progress. You did hope your cause would be viewed more favourably in the future, and it has been." He smiled warmly.
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"That is true," he said. "I think it would be easier to accept if he weren't family." He set the bowl on the nightstand. "Thank you."
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GRANTAIRE tidied the plates away.
"I understand that feeling. Or I think I do. I mean, you have accepted that they won't ever accept you, then suddenly you have someone happy to be your family..." He shook his head. "I know I would find it strange."
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"Your family don't accept you, either but I don't know why." It was hardly because of his revolutionary ways. "And they should be happy to be your family. I cannot see why they wouldn't."
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GRANTAIRE gave a slight laugh. "I am not what they expected of a son." He climbed back into bed with Enjolras. "My father is a professor of mathematics. He despaired of my ignorance in the field. Then I became a drunk art student and the damage was done."
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"And now you're married to me," he said. "But you are intelligent and creative and they should be proud to have you as a son. And if I ever met them, I would tell them as much."
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GRANTAIRE closed his eyes, holding Enjolras close. It still meant so much to him to hear Enjolras speak of him like that. He could convince himself to believe it. Now, at least, he was trying. He was painting and he wasn't drinking and he felt like he might not be worthless.
"No need. As you said, I have a family now. A husband and a nephew." He smiled, sliding a hand over Enjolras' arm.
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"That is right. You do. And I love and accept and cherish who you are. And you deserve to be loved and accepted. I am just sorry it took me so long to understand that."
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“I never gave you reason to see it. It was easier not to try.” He shrugged. “It’s better now.”
He leaned his head against Enjolras’.
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“But you don’t have to try, now,” he said. “Because I see the man you are and I love who you are.”
He ran his fingers through Grantaire’ hair.
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Grantaire smiled, leaning against him. “Thank you.”
“How are you feeling? Do you want to take more medicine?”
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“I’m hot,” he said, feeling his forehead. He nodded his head. “Yes, that is probably a good idea.”
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Grantaire handed him some pills and a glass of water. “I’ll get another flannel to cool you down.” He stroked his hair before climbing out of bed.
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He took the pills from Grantaire and swallowed them with the water. “Thank you,” he said. “You are too good to me.”
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Grantaire shook his head as he climbed back on the bed. “Like I said: in sickness and in health. Do you want to try to get some sleep?” He reached out to place the flannel on Enjolras’ head.
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Enjolras nodded his head. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea." He curled up next to Grantaire and managed to fall asleep.
The next day he felt slightly better and had managed to get out of bed and dressed in some comfortable clothes Frank has brought him. Frank was visiting him for a little while.
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Grantaire was glad to see Enjolras looking a little better. He was even well enough to handle frank's company.
There was a knock on the door. He answered it to find a woman on the other side in a nurse's uniform. She smiled.
"Good morning. I'm nurse Franklin. Nurse noakes sent me to check on a patient, to see if his fever is down."
"Ah. Yes, it's my husband, come in." He stepped aside. "Thank you."
Trixie blinked. "Heavens. Am I seeing double?"
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Frank sat up a bit straighter when he saw Trixie. She was....beautiful.
Enjolras' lips curled into a slight smile at Trixie' question. "Oh this is only half of it," he said. "There are another two men with the same face."
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GRANTAIRE grinned, not missing frank's expression.
"Goodness. I suppose no one is complaining." She smiled brightly. "I assume by that voice you are my patient. How are you feeling today?" She set down her bag and took out her thermometer.
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"Yes he is, and I'm Frank," Frank said, holding his hand out to Trixie. "And thank you. It is a great face, even if I do say so myself. But if they were picking a face to copy, yours should be top of the list."
Enjolras rolled his eyes a little. "I am feeling better today."
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Trixie smiled, shaking frank's' hand. "Pleased to meet you." Very pleased. He was handsome, and already seemed quite charming. "Well, who knows. There might be lots of me running about out there too."
"Glad to hear it, Mr Enjolras." She held out a thermometer. "Pop this under your tongue and we'll see how well your husband has been taking care of you."
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"I wonder if they are as charming as you are," Frank said, grinning.
Enjolras took the thermometer and popped it under his tongue, waiting for further instructions.
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Trixie smirked at him. "Of course not. How could they be?"
She glanced at the watch clipped to her pocket. "You're the husband, I assume?" She asked GRANTAIRE. That was odd, of course, but she'd seen enough through her work not to judge.
GRANTAIRE nodded. "I am. GRANTAIRE. He's been resting and drinking lots, like nurse noakes advised."
"Splendid." Trixie took the thermometer back. "It's down. You're a little warm but nothing to worry about. I'll have a look at your throat and listen to your chest, I think."
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"I have no idea," Frank said, flashing her his most charming smile.
Enjolras smiled. "Yes, he has been taking excellent care of me," he said, fondly. He opened his mouth and said 'aaaaah' for Trixie.
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Frank was certainly charming himself, quite he glamorous American. She liked him.
Trixie smiled fondly. "Good to hear. Nurse Noakes had every faith in him." She took out her stethoscope and rubbed on the end to warm it. "Right, let's have a listen to your chest but I think it's just a cold."
GRANTAIRE smiled. "Thanks for coming back."
"Oh, it's no trouble. We have time to do this and we might as well be useful."
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Enjolras took a few deep breathes while she listened to his chest and smiled as she spoke about Grantaire.
Frank stayed silent for now.
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Trixie moved back. "Absolutely fine. Just a cold, keep resting and let your husband take care of you."
GRANTAIRE nodded. "I can do that."
She smiled, glancing to the side at frank. "So are you related? You don't sound like brothers."
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Enjolras nodded his head. He was glad he was getting better, at least.
"He's my great great grand Uncle," Frank said, proudly. "He's French and my mother was French."
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"Oh, my. How exciting." Her eyes shone. "I hadn't thought of meeting my ancestors. I'd better be careful I think I would shock them all." She laughed as she finished tidying her things.
GRANTAIRE smirked. "Well so would we. Thankfully it's only family from our future that have turned up."
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"And I can handle the shock," Frank said, giving Trixie a grin.
Enjolras shook his head slightly.
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Trixie smiled. "It's shocking in my time, too. But I rather like shocking."
"And ours." GRANTAIRE grinned. "So do I."
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"A woman after my own heart," Frank said, grinning again.
"I really don't care if others think there is something wrong with it," Enjolras said.
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Trixie grinned at frank. "It sounds like it. And you're quite right. But there is something fun about being scandalous though, don't you think?"
GRANTAIRE laughed. "I think he agrees."
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Frank nodded his head, grinning. "Yes, there certainly is. Very fun."
Enjolras tilted his head slightly. "I suppose there is."
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Trixie beamed. "Well, a little more rest and you'll be back on your feet being scandalous in no time. You know where to find me if you need anything else."
GRANTAIRE nodded. "We do. thank you, nurse Franklin."
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"I'll see you back to the infirmary," Frank said, getting to his feet and walking with her out the door.
Enjolras watched them leave and glanced at Grantaire.
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Trixie smiled. "If you insist." She glanced at him as they left the room.
GRANTAIRE grinned. "And I thought it would be hard to get rid of him. That looks very promising."
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"I most certainly do," Frank said.
Enjolras smiled. "Yes, it does. Perhaps he wouldn't desire our company so much any more."
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Grantaire nodded. “I don’t imagine he would, with a distraction like Nurse Franklin.” He grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. “See? Your cold may have brought about this miracle.”
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He smiled and kissed him back softly. “True, very true. At least some good might come out of it.”
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He sat beside him, sliding an arm around his shoulder. “Introducing your nephew to a pretty nurse is almost worth it. But not completely, because I hate seeing you this miserable.” He pressed a kiss to Enjolras’ forehead.
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“She’s nothing to you,” he said, curling in against Grantaire. “I will be fine.”
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Grantaire chuckled. “Well, of course you don’t think so.”
He kissed his hair.
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“I can’t help that in my opinion nobody compares to you,” he said.
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Grantaire shook his head, smiling. “No, I meant - well, I didn’t think you would find any woman attractive. Though I could be wrong, of course…”
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“I have never found a woman attractive. But in terms of men…… I have only ever found you attractive. So…..”
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Grantaire smiled. “Fair enough. Thank you, anyway. Even though she has better hair than me.” He grinned.
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He smiled. “I love your hair,” he said, moving his hand to ruffle Grantaire’s hair affectionately.
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GRANTAIRE chuckled. "Likewise. Very much likewise."
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Enjolras grinned. "Yes, you know how much you like my hair. The horror when you mistook me for Roger and thought I had cut it is proof enough of that."
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GRANTAIRE laughed slightly. "I would miss it if you did cut it. It's ... You. Also you're the only one with your face and this hair. I would know you apart from them of course, but I like that you have this thing that they don't."
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Enjolras smiled warmly at him. "Well, I have no intention of cutting it. I might trim it slightly when it starts to get too long but that will be the extent of it."
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GRANTAIRE nodded. "Of course. I know how irritating it gets when it gets too long. Maybe I'll have a lock of it when you do cut it," he added teasingly.
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He grinned. "And carry it around with you, always."
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"Yes. Perhaps make it into a ring." He stroked his cheek, actually liking the idea, even if it seemed like something that might be more fitting for the Pontmercys.
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He smiled and cuddled in against Grantaire. "Do I get some of your hair?"
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GRANTAIRE slid his finger through one of Enjolras' curls.
"Of course."
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"Mmmm, I love you, so very much," he said.
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"I love you too." He kissed Enjolras' hair and sighed happily. He could get used to this feeling.