Grantaire just lay on the floor, his cheek against the icy laminate flooring. His slowed his breathing, but no matter how he tried the tears kept coming down. He tried so hard not to think about then, about that day 9 months ago that changed his whole life. The sedative didn't set in soon enough, he fought it hard when it did. His mind not wanting to stop thinking about that day. The blundering mistake he always wished to reverse, if only he'd known. He couldn't fight the sleep anymore, his eyes slowly closed, and he drifted off into a deeper sleep than he had ever been in.

His vision-blurry at best- saw Enjolras standing in his room. Right in front of his poster that he had designed himself. He smiled as his vision cleared and he still saw Enjolras, standing only with his pants on.

"So I wasn't dreaming?" Grantaire asked happily. Enjolras shook his head and grabbed his shirt off the floor. Grantaire just sat up, in a daze.

"Speaking of dreaming," Enjolras said while shrugging his shirt on, "You've been out cold like that for hours. What were you dreaming about? You looked pretty happy."

Grantaire froze, he couldn't control his dreams but that didn't mean it was right. He didn't mean to dream about him. He was with Enjolras now, all thoughts of...the other guy had to go away.

"You of course, my dear." Enjolras smiled and slipped on his shoes, walking to Grantaire's window.

"Your parents should be home soon, they called and I had to answer." Grantaire's eyes widened.

"What did you say?" He was barely able to say even that.

"That you called me in your sleep and freaked me out when you didn't answer, so I came over here. They laughed and said that sounded just like you." Enjolras sighed then continued.

"But I did say I was on my way out about 3 hours ago and they said they would be home at noon." Grantaire looked at the clock, it was 5 minutes until noon.

"Bye then," He said smiling. Enjolras returned the smile and climbed out the window, hopping onto the ground below, and walking away briskly. Enjolras knew that this relationship he had would be the death of him, he couldn't allow himself to get so distracted. Yet everytime he wanted to tell Grantaire he couldn't, he just got pulled back into Grantaire's arms.

Cool hands were touching Grantaire's bare chest, no not hands, a stethoscope. He cracked his eyes open and saw a huge tarp where the window once was. Light came through the cracks and Grantaire could hear construction workers placing a new window in. He moved his head to look above him and saw the doctor, he never had learned his name.

"Just in time," The doctor stated, "I'm finished with your check-up. You'll find we do those quite often here." Grantaire immediately pulled the covers over his torso and looked away from the doctor.

"Well Ms. Gibbly should be coming in soon. I'll leave you to your thoughts." With that the doctor slowly walked to the door and locked it behind him. Grantaire noticed that the lock on his side of the door had been taken off.

"Just great," He thought, "Now it really is like jail." Within minutes he heard the click-clacking of Melissa Gibbly's shoes on the laminate floor. His door was unlocked and she walked inside. Grantaire heard the click of the door being locked again, probably by a nurse outside.

"You're awake Grantaire," She said at last. Grantaire scoffed and didn't respond.

Melissa Gibbly sat down on the only chair left in the room and asked him why he had the sheets pulled up to his neck. He only shook his head and turned away. She just sat there patiently waiting for him to sucumb to the silence.

He never did, Melissa Gibbly sat there stiff as a board for 2 hours. Not once did Grantaire even flinch. She finally gave up and left. When a nurse came in next the tarp had been taken off and revealed a new window. It was made out of the maxi-glass, Grantaire knew he had to build up muscle to break this one. Yet at the same time he realized he didn't because his bathroom had an openable window.

The hours of silence were fine to Grantaire, he was hatching a master plan to get out of here. The nurse handed him a cup of pills and water. He didn't make a move to grab them and three more nurses came in. They silently restrained him and Grantaire refused to open his mouth. Finally, Melissa Gibbly and the doctor walked in.

"Grantaire, just take the pills already!" Melissa Gibbly said, exasperated. Grantaire smiled, his lips still closed, and still said nothing.

"Enough!" The doctor said sternly, "Grantaire you might not think you need help, but you are the most in need of help I have ever seen! And at such a young age too! So stop trying to hurt us, and just take the pills! They are only there to help you!"

Grantaire stared blankly at the doctor before silently opening his mouth. The nurses released their grip on him and the first nurse started to put the pills in his mouth. Without warning Grantaire bit the finger of the first nurse and lept off the bed in an extravagant fashion. He ran straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. This door still had a lock on the inside, but not on the outside. Grantaire locked the door smugly and turned to face the door.

"You think you are helping, but all you do is make it worse!" He yelled at them. Melissa Gibbly pounded on the door.

"Grantaire, please!" She hollered into the room. Grantaire opened the bathroom window and looked at the fire escape by the window. It was just a ladder that went all the way up and down the building. Grantaire climbed out of the window-feet first- and began steadying himself on the ladder. He heard the doctor yell to the others that there was a window in this particular bathroom. Suddenly he heard feet thumping out of the room and he scrambled down the ladder as fast as he could.

No matter how fast he went, it was a long way down. He was one floor from doing it when he heard the front door open and they began looking for him. He froze as they ran down the street thinking he was already that far down. He finished climbing down and looked around, going right down the street instead of left. Another group of nurses and three doctors saw him running and sped to catch up with him. They did catch up to him, they grabbed him and dragged him kicking and screaming back to the rehabilitation facility.

"NO!" He cried as they opened the front doors to the building. His eyes teared at the thought of how close he was to seeing Enjolras. He didn't know yet. They dragged him into the elevator and before the doors could close he tried to run, but found himself gripped by iron hands once again.

"Stop Grantaire!" His doctor screamed at him, "You have a visitor!" Grantaire didn't know what to do. The thought of seeing his parents again scared him to no end.

"Let me out!" He banged on the doors of the elevator, "Please you don't understand!" He screamed again. The nurses once again gripped him as the doors opened and he was dragged to his room. He fought and squirmed as best as he could, but the nurses had too tight of a grip on him. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and when the door opened to his room he was thrown in and the door locked behind him.

"Mom, dad I'm so sorry!" He cried out, tears beginning to fall on his face. When he looked up, however, he did not find his mom and dad staring back at him.

"How could you let this happen to you?" The blond student asked Grantaire.

"Enj?" He whispered. The blond curls bobbed as Enjolras grimly nodded. He stepped forward to help Grantaire off of the ground and to his bed.

"I don't need help," Grantaire grumbled as he got to his feet and walked to his bed. Enjolras was holding that cursed cup of pills and cup of water in his hands.

"They gave these to me and said you needed to take them before we could talk," He said nodding towards the security camera. Grantaire took the pills and water. While it looked like he was swallowing them, all he did was pour the pills into the cup of water and take a drink of water without the pills entering his mouth.

"Grantaire," Enjolras began, "What happened to you?"

Grantaire stared at Enjolras, fury was gleaming in his eyes. Enjolras knew that beneath the anger was shock, and beneath that was happiness.

"You of all people should know."

"You know this wasn't my fault as much as it was yours." Grantaire nodded solemnly.

"Then why are you here?" He asked. Enjolras sat on the bed.

"Because when I snapped at you, a few weeks ago I didn't mean it. I never knew it would affect you like it did, I didn't mean it to to." Enjolras laughed, "This really isn't like me at all, you must understand."

Grantaire gave a small chuckle and his laughter seemed to light up Enjolras' eyes.

"I know this speech sounds really sappy, but these types of speeches aren't my thing." At this Grantaire couldn't help it and he began to full out laugh.

"Have you figured that out just now?" He said still laughing. Enjolras couldn't help but smile. This was the happiest looking Grantaire had looked in a long while.

"If you would let me continue?" Enjolras asked. Grantaire subdued his laughter and nodded at Enjolras.

"I-uh- well I would like you to, when you get out of here, move in with me," Enjolras looked at Grantaire nervously, "I know that you know things will never be the same as they were, but even though you've only been here for 2 days it feels like forever. And I can't help but think if I hadn't given in to your goofy smile-" Enjolras laughed as Grantaire did his goofiest grin he had ever done. It was odd to Grantaire, to be in such a good mood all of the sudden.

Enjolras continued, "Well that smile to be exact," He laughed but continued, "That none of this would have happened. But then I think that I would have never known what actual love felt like and I would still be that stiff, no feelings guy. I wouldn't ever dream of giving this speech, ever. I'm dead serious. And Grantaire I wouldn't want that, I want to know what love is. I want to give hopeless and sappy speeches, so Grantaire, will you move in with me? After they let you go?"

Grantaire smiled and nodded, he didn't know how to respond to all of that, he only knew that this felt right. It was also right out of a romance novel, but Grantaire didn't mind. Enjolras left shortly, saying he would move Grantaire in himself. That when Grantaire came back he would have a home with Enjolras, or apartment really. Grantaire never took pills once, that didn't change. He also never told anything to Melissa Gibbly, except rude insults. Even with all that the nurses who helped him, his doctor, and Melissa Gibbly noticed a change in his mood. While he still had an addiction to get rid of, when he left 4 months later he was no longer as broken as he once was.

Enjolras had made a promise to move Grantaire in and he kept that. When Grantaire showed up at their new apartment all of the boxes were gone. Grantaire was moved in and he didn't even have to lift a finger. Enjolras even admitted to having taken cooking classes and cooked a nice meal to welcome Grantaire home. The past was in the past, all that was left was to make a future.