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Combeferre couldn't help but smile softly when he and his father led a wide eyed, teary Enjolras into the examination room. It wasn't fair of course and he definitely didn't find it amusing that Enjolras was in pain, but his young friend just looked darn cute being as nervous as he was. Combeferre's smile widened when he felt a small pressure in his hand and realized that Enjolras reached out for him. He quickly closed his hand around that of his young friend and squeezed it tightly. He hoped that he could offer the boy some courage even though he knew there really wasn't anything to be afraid of. Combeferre had always found hospitals fascinating. Even when he was a child, he was never scared of going there. He was the kind of child that asked the doctors question after question.

Enjolras was the complete opposite though. The young boy did his best to appear brave, but it was all too obvious that he felt anxious. His small hands were sweaty and Combeferre could feel the tension in his body. Enjolras had been tearing up ever since they drove away from the school and Combeferre was sure it was almost just as much due to his nerves as it was to the pain. His bottom lip stuck out in a pout and Combeferre wanted to smother him with hugs every time he looked at Enjolras' face.

"Don't be afraid, Julien," Combeferre said kindly as he helped the young boy on the examination bed, which was too high for him to climb on his own. "A doctor will be here any minute now and he will wrap your wrist up so you can go home. I promise. It'll be over before you know it."

Enjolras looked at him, eyes wide and shining. "Promise?"

Combeferre let out a small laugh and gently ruffled the curly mess of blonde hair. "Yes, I promise."

Combeferre's father stood at a little distance of the two boys and watched them with a smile. He had always thought there was something special about them. About the way they clicked, connected. It had been that way pretty much since Enjolras was born and Combeferre and his family came to visit. He knew Enjolras' parents must think the same. They at least trusted Combeferre with their son from an earlu age on. Thinking of Enjolras' parents made Combeferre's father want to slip out the room and call again. He liked Enjolras' parents, but they were sometimes quite hard to fathom. And they were very strict and always busy, which was something Combeferre often complained about.

Just when the older man wanted to excuse himself and make the call in the hallway, a doctor came into the room. Combeferre's father didn't miss how Enjolras immediately grabbed his older friend's hand. He smiled another soft smile.

"Good afternoon, my name is doctor Plouton," the doctor said kindly as he shook the hand of Combeferre's father and smiled at the two boys on the examination bed. He was a relatively young man with dark brown hair and gentle eyes. Combeferre would have trusted him right away, but Enjolras needed a little more convincing. The young boy leaned heavily against his older friend as if trying to hide away from the doctor.

Doctor Ploutons smile only widened and he looked down at his chart. "Now, let me see here... The nurses told me that I was going to look at the wrist of a boy named Julien." His eyes shifted from Enjolras to Combeferre and back to Enjolras again. There was no doubt about who his patient was, but he asked anyway. "Which one of you is Julien?"

Enjolras felt his heart beat faster and he tried to press even closer to Combeferre when his older friend draped a strong arm around his shoulders. His wrist throbbed mercilessly but he almost didn't notice it because of the nerves running through his body.

"This is Julien," Combeferre said kindly, "He fell during gym class and the teacher thought he might have broken his wrist."

"I see," Doctor Plouton nodded and he walked towards the bed, from under which he pulled out a stool and sat down. He smiled at his young patient, who did his best not to look at him. This wasn't his first time dealing with frightened children. It was more of a rule that a child was scared of doctors or of hospitals. Children like Combeferre were the exception. Luckily dr. Plouton was usually great with children and he was sure that he could lure this one out of his shell as well. Even if it was only for a short while. He leaned forward a little and spoke in a hushed voice.

"Now Julien, I dare to guess that you don't like being here one bit, am I right?"

Enjolras stared at him before shaking his head timidly.

Dr. Pouton smiled again. "I'll tell you a secret. You know, when I was your age, I hated hospitals. I despised them. I never wanted to go there." He saw how he had managed to get Enjolras' full attention and he leaned further forwards so that he could whisper in his patient's ear. "And you know what… I actually still don't like them at all. I always want to get out of here as fast as I can. And I bet you want that too, so how about we make this a quick examination and then we can both get out of here?"

Enjolras' wide eyes grew even wider and he nodded his head jerkily. The young boy did not even notice when Combeferre tried to hide his chuckle with a surprised cough.

Dr. Plouton spared a glance at the older boy and winked. "Okay then," he said, sitting up straight again to carefully remove the sling around Enjolras' shoulder. "Let me see that wrist of yours. I'm not going to do anything, I just want to take a look at it, is that all right?"

Enjolras hesitated for a second, but then nodded again and carefully lay his hurting arm on the armrest of the bed. He bit his lip when the doctor softly prodded the skin in a few places and more tears fell from his bright blue eyes. He felt Combeferre squeezing his neck, but it didn't help. The pain was really bad and so he immediately murmured a pain filled 'yes' when the doctor asked him if it hurt a lot.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Dr. Plouton said gently. "Here's what we're going to do. I'm first going to give you something that will help with the pain. I promise you'll be feeling better straight away. Then we're going to make some x-rays of that wrist to see what kind of break we're dealing with here. And then I'm going to fix your arm, put it in a cast and you can go home. How does that sound?"

Enjolras blinked at the doctor for a second and then looked up to Combeferre for advice. When his older friend nodded encouragingly, Enjolras turned back to the doctor. "O-Okay..," he whispered shakily. But when his eyes fell on the syringe the doctor was holding, he immediately regretted his words.

It took some convincing and a lot of reassuring and encouraging words from Combeferre before Enjolras allowed the doctor to inject him with a type of painkilling drugs. And while Enjolras gasped miserably when the needle connected with his skin, Combeferre quickly felt him relax against his body, a sign that – as the doctor had said – the drugs took immediate effect. The teenager wondered if Plouton might have given Enjolras more than just a painkiller, because his younger friend certainly was a lot more calm.

Taking the x-rays took less time than Combeferre and his father had guessed. Enjolras was cooperative and followed the doctors every instruction flawlessly, laying his arm in different positions and being as still as possible during the process. Afterwards, they returned to the examination room where the doctor told them they would have to wait a little while. It was in those minutes that Combeferre's father stepped outside to try and contact Enjolras' parents again. Combeferre stayed with his sleepy young friend and together they waited for the doctor to return with the x-rays.

"Am I going to be cool like Courf now, 'Ferre?" Enjolras asked quietly, eyes drooping and voice a little slurred.

Combeferre chuckled. "Definitely, Julien. You and him are going to be the two most admired children at school." In reality, Combeferre didn't find it cool at all. He wasn't happy with the fact that now both of his two young protégé's were dealing with a broken bone and the fact that they thought it was 'cool' didn't really calm his nerves. He just hoped they wouldn't become even more reckless than they already were.

After a little while, both the doctor and Combeferre's father came back into the room. Combeferre immediately searched his father's face, wondering if the man had news about Enjolras' parents. He had thought that he would find a dark expression there, but his father actually looked relieved and a little cheerful. He walked over to Enjolras, squeezing Combeferre's shoulder as he passed by, and crouched down in front of him.

"I was just on the phone with your dad, Julien," he said kindly, waiting for Enjolras to look up in expectation. "And he told me that he was sorry he wasn't here with you. He thought you were very brave and he asked if you could save him and your mother a spot on your cast so they could write on it tonight."

The way the boy's face lit up after hearing those words actually nearly broke Combeferre's heart. He knew his father was fond of the Enjolras', but he didn't really like them. Enjolras' dad should've been here with him.

"Dad said I was brave?" Enjolras asked happily – and a little too surprised for Combeferre's liking.

Combeferre's father smiled and nodded. "You bet he did, son. He and your mother will pick you up at our place as soon as they're done with work."

Enjolras was beaming. He was actually beaming. It was almost as if the fact that he was still in a hospital didn't bother him at all anymore. He leaned on Combeferre with a content smile on his face and absentmindedly fidgeted with the quick splint the doctor had made for his wrist earlier.

Dr. Plouton smiled at the exchange between Combeferre's father and his patient. When they were done, he showed them the x-rays of Enjolras' wrist, explaining in every detail what break they were dealing with and how they were going to fix it. It wasn't a pretty fracture. It was actually pretty bad and slightly dislocated, so the doctor was going to have to put his young patient to sleep in order to fix it.

"It's called a closed reduction, which sounds difficult, but it really isn't. What I'm going to do is just push the bone back in its place without having to break the skin or anything like that. But, because it is a very painful procedure, I'm going to give Julien here a general anesthetic, which will pull him under."

The doctor turned his attention back on Enjolras. "While you're asleep, I'm going to fix your arm, which will only take a couple of minutes and then I'll put the cast on as well. We'll take another x-ray to see if I have set the bone correctly. You won't feel a single thing. And when you wake up, you'll be ready to go home. Sound good?"

Enjolras was already tired and going to sleep did sound very tempting. So he nodded slowly and tried to stifle a yawn, which caused the doctor to chuckle. The young boy did everything the doctor told him – he breathed deeply into the anesthesia mask and obediently tried to count back from ten – and was asleep within the next ten minutes.

"How long will he be asleep for?" Combeferre's father asked as he and his son watched the doctor work on Enjolras' wrist along with a nurse.

"A little longer than an hour, I guess, it can differ. Every patient is different. We will probably be done before he wakes, but I want to keep him here at least until then to see how he responds to the anesthetics."

It turned out that dr. Plouton had set the bone correctly at the first attempt and so the cast could stay on. He told Combeferre and his father that they could stay with Enjolras until he woke up and then they'd have to press the call button so that he could do a last check-up. Enjolras slept for a full hour longer than the doctor had thought, but when he woke up he seemed to be doing alright. He was still a little drowsy and incoherent, but he didn't feel sick and he wasn't in any pain. Dr. Plouton carefully placed Enjolras' injured wrist in a new sling and gave Combeferre's father the prescription for the painkillers they had to pick up at the apothecary.

While they were driving home, Enjolras was a little giggly and he kept booping Combeferre's nose. Every time he succeeded – which actually wasn't that often, because he was still fighting off the remnants of the anesthetics – Enjolras laughed out loud. He kept trying until Combeferre's father arrived at the apothecary. By that time he was too tired to do much more than lie against his older friend's chest.

When they arrived at Combeferre's house, Courfeyrac ran out of the door with a bright smile on his face. He nearly ran into his two friend in his enthusiasm, but his smile faltered when he lay eyes on Enjolras. He knew his friend had gotten injured during gym class and he knew he had been at the hospital to see a doctor, but it really hadn't sunken in until now. His best friend looked pale and a little out of it to be honest and Courfeyrac felt confused.

"I-is he okay, 'Ferre?" the young boy asked nervously as he watched how his older friend carefully helped Enjolras inside. "I-Is it really bad? I-Is he going to… W-Will he be alright?"

Combeferre smiled gently as he guided Enjolras to the couch and pushed him down. He should've known Courfeyrac wasn't going to wait for him to call. He shouldn't be surprised that the boy was already waiting for them at his home. "Don't worry Courf. He's alright, just a little tired. Got a cast, just like you."

Courfeyrac stared at Enjolras for a little while longer, but then his face broke out in a wide smile. "Wow, that is so cool! Enj, we are going to be so cool, the two of us! I can't wait to go to school again. We are like cool-cast-brothers now!"

Enjolras tried to smile at his friend, but he suddenly remembered how left out he had felt today. He threw a quick glance at Courfeyrac's arm and swallowed thickly when he saw that it was covered in scribbles and little drawings. He tried his best not to be bothered by it, but failed miserably.

"I don't want to be cool-cast-brothers with you," he muttered miserably, and if Combeferre would later tell him he was pouting, Enjolras would not believe it. "You didn't even let me write on yours. You told me I could! 's not fair."

At hearing that, Combeferre raised his eyebrows and looked at Courfeyrac expectantly. The younger boy however looked just as surprised. Then he reached out his arm and opened his hand. "Course you can write on mine, silly!" he chuckled. "See! I saved the best spot for you and 'Ferre in my hand, because that's most easy to see and read."

Enjolras stared at the blank spot on the cast in Courfeyrac's palm and just below his hand. Then he grinned and pulled his own arm out of his sling. "I want you to write there on mine too! And you as well 'Ferre. But don't take up all the space, cause dad said he and mom wanted to write on here too and my cast is smaller than yours Courf."

Combeferre watched the exchange between his two young friends with a content smile. It was still a little unsettling, to have them both injured and hurt right after each other, but he was happy everything turned out to be okay. He settled himself on the couch between Enjolras and Courfeyrac and decided to watch a movie now that the three of them were together. It was only a matter of minutes before the two boys had curled in on him and at that point, Combeferre couldn't be happier.

The End.

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