The only reason that Enjolras was not familiar with that intense expression on Grantaire's face was because Grantaire usually only gave that look to their statuesque leader's back as the drunk was frequently dismissed by Enjolras during meetings, projects, and everything else for, well, being drunk (and, therefore, significantly less-than-helpful to whatever it was the group was trying to accomplish).
Here in the hospital, while Grantaire's lack of any medical knowledge remained staggeringly unhelpful, he was in a slightly better position to act than Enjolras was, and that was a rare situation.
"I got the message. That sort of thing happens to me all the time. The passing out part, at least. But in my case, most people don't take the time to alert anyone to pull me out of the gutter. Whoever it was must have recognized a better man when they saw one."
Grantaire shook his head to indicate that he hadn't heard any new news, but he would be sure to let Enjolras know if he did. The reports of the outbreak had him concerned especially the death parts, but it was worse because of the way it effected his friends. Whatever he could find out, he would. He had ways of getting that kind of information.
"Busy?" He paused briefly at the question. Grantaire had been passed out nearly the entire week since New Years day, missing absolutely everything of interest. "You could say that."
The hitches in Enjolras' breath caused him to visibly frown. There was no point in bringing up specifics of his week when Enjolras was in no state to berate him for it. He didn't seem in much a state to do anything, really. "Save your breath for now. Conversation can wait." Grantaire briefly considered, then picked up, the book Enjolras had been reading. "But I see you're still trying to get work done."