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I, uhm ... a fight? ... I went to the hospital, well, Courf and Montparnasse made me go to the hospital ... how was the conference? I wish I could have gone too ... 

Oh, dear. What happened? Are you remembering to treat it properly do you want me to come over and help?

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Combeferre smiled and took the glass of water, slowly drinking it. He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "I just don't want to be a patient. It will be shit for me." He frowned with a slight sigh. He hated thinking about having to go to the hospital. He knew they didn't treat everyone the same, and they would likely do it with him as well. Despite the fact that he was a pre-med student and helped out, he was a coloured man. It wouldn't be the same and he didn't want to have to try and fight with them about that right now. Especially with the raging headache he had.

At the comment about Eponine getting upset and killing them both, Combeferre laughed before nodding. "Right. She'd kill you both. And then kill me. Or perhaps she'd kill me first then kill you both after? Well, either way and we're dead. I don't want to die. I don't want you to die. Either of you. So how do we stop Ep from killing us all?" He glanced to Montparnasse, wondering if he had any ideas. 

The world tilted out of focus when Courfeyrac pulled him up. He closed his eyes and leaned against Courfeyrac heavily. "I love you, Fey. Thank you." He leaned against Courfeyrac, having to stop for a moment to fight back down the urge to be sick again.

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*shakes his head* I don't know ... Besides, second chances, and all. And we don't know for sure that he's the one behind all this. Enjolras mentioned something about seeing him at the hospital. There could honestly be another explanation. I'm upset that Jehan isn't here and that Feuilly got attacked, but I don't want to judge someone harsher than they might deserve. I mean, you get into fights pretty regularly at times. How do we know the other side doesn't think you to be an evil bully?

'Ferre, really? They had to have knocked more'n a few screws loose. You are not acting your sensible self—more like Marius levels of gullibility. This is the man behind Jehan’s kidnapping, and in a way the reason he got called home, instead of remaining in our loving arms. How do we know he wasn’t behind Feuilly’s attack? The man has ulterior motives!

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He's okay now, though, right? I tried to talk some sense into him a few days ago ... well, a few days before you had to disappear ...

Montparnasse was nice and I really need to find a way to repay him. How do you repay someone for jumping into a fight and saving your life? I should ask Feuilly. He has a habit of doing that. Surely he'll know how to repay him, right? ... *smiles brightly at the nickname, chuckling softly* ... I love you ... Do you know you're the only person aside from my family who calls me that really? I mean, it's just Clara nowadays. You should meet her. I think you would like her. I hope so.

Just had to help get Gav out of a bigger mess than normal, is all. But I did have to go back across town.

Parnasse has his moments. Usually they don’t all happen this close together, but he has them. He’s not entirely awful. Normally. Joly’s back, hun, I ran into him earlier. Cigarette smoke? Bertie, focus. Please.

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why would he actually save me then? it would be easier to have just gotten the guys to beat me up in the first place then "stumble" across me when I was laying there, no need to risk himself ... and why would he need to get into our good graces in the first place?

Are you sure his motives were true? Given his past, he might just be trying to finagle his way into your good graces. Then attack us from the inside.

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What happened with your parents? I assume something happened that you had to go back across town for? 

I'm fine. Montparnasse was really great. He fought off the assholes and then took me home. He saved me, Ep. And then we went to the hospital. No need to bother Joly. Besides, he's at the conference. I had to teach so I couldn't go too. It's a shame, last year there was the most fascinating panel discussion about the effects of smoking cigarettes. There are some researchers debating on the effects of cigarette smoking and alcohol intake and the possibility of long term serious health benefits and consequences.

Besides the fact that my boyfriend’s been attacked and my parents are crazier than normal, I’m fine.

Are you sure you shouldn’t be back at the hospital? Parnasse didn’t give me any details- I had to find out you were hurt through Parnasse, by the way- do you need me to get you Joly?

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Okay good ... You're okay? I mean, everything's good with you? ...

I was ... I mean, I guess I am? ... Is that really a state of being? Or does it just mean the state when suffering the actual injury?

Zel’s just about as okay as she ever is and Gav’s just upset he’s had to make nice, that’s not what I’m talking about.

You’re concussed, Combeferre. 

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Ep, uhm, hey ... wait, what do you mean, problems? Are you okay? And Gav and Zel?

Oh, concussions are the least of your problems, sweetie.

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thanks for that, but honestly there's no need to retaliate ... besides, Montparnasse knocked them out pretty well when he helped me out ... 

Pfft. I’ve been good, keeping my nose clean, so to speak. But, if I ever come across the bastards who did this to you…

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I agree ... nobody should though ... even your big lug-headed self ...

Ah man! This is not right!! In no world should you—or Feuilly—be beaten to a pulp.

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Concussions are a bitch ...

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Combeferre sighed as he glanced between the two of them. It was obvious that this wasn't working out. He didn't know how to handle them both together at the moment and he just closed his eyes, trying to tune everything out. If he could just tune everything out, he would hopefully start to feel better and not as sick. Of course that didn't work. 

He leaned over the toilet, retching again. When he felt the sickness pass, he slumped back, grabbing a cloth to wipe his mouth. "I'm sorry. You both don't need to deal with that." At Courfeyrac's words, he sighed and shook his head. "It's not that. I just ... I don't want to bother with the hospital. It's a hassle and I don't want to burden either of you any more. I'll be fine." He leaned against the wall, wincing slightly at a stab of pain from his back. 

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>>may i have this dance? [for eponine and combeferre]

o1. piledriver waltz [alex turner] o2. love me tender [elvis] o3. only ones who know [arctic monkeys] o4. all of me [john legend] o5. what a day [greg laswell]

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Combeferre sighed at the fighting between them both. Although he knew they both had nasty tempers and this was actually tame for them, so he was a little reluctant to say anything, but his headache was just getting worse by worrying over them both. "Can you both please stop being angry with each other and antagonizing one another? At least until I can either get rid of this headache or somehow manage to fall asleep?"

He sighed at both of their responses to the guys who attacked him. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary for the way most people still thought of him. He was accustomed to it. It didn't faze him as much as it seemed to be doing to Courfeyrac and Montparnasse. He shrugged absently, keeping his eyes closed to try and fight off the round of sickness that was starting to bubble up. "Thank you both. Although that's hardly how the world sees me." 

He felt the sickness rising again and he pushed himself up, wincing at what would likely be a mass of nasty bruises later. "Can one of you ... bathroom?" He didn't know if he would be able to make it to the bathroom on his own, as his left leg was screaming at him. So while he hated to be a bother to others, he would rather be careful rather than sorry.

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Combeferre sent a glare to Montparnasse at his continued deflecting of the subject of repayment and thanks. Montparnasse might want to simply move on, but he wouldn't give in that easily without giving the thanks and repayment that he felt Montparnasse deserved. 

He sighed at the confrontation between Courfeyrac and Montparnasse, getting ready to jump between them and tell them both to shut up before they seemed to come to a temporary truce for the moment anyways. He took the aspirin and water from Courfeyrac with a soft smile. "Thank you. Both of you. But I should be fine." He sighed and shifted to lay on the couch, resting his head in Courfeyrac's lap and closing his eyes. He frowned slightly at Courfeyrac's questions. "Why else? They said I was dangerous to their women. Of course just because I'm a coloured guy that must mean I'm a sex-crazed menace to society." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry. Don't mind me."

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Combeferre shook his head, not really feeling much up to arguing but not wanting to let the subject of repayment drop. "Even if you argue, I still have to disagree. But thank you. Honestly." He tried to think of how to repay him, but couldn't find anything that would seem to be worth it. So instead he just pushed the thought aside for later when he wasn't feeling so tired and when he could think a little clearer.

Chuckling at the conversation, Combeferre shook his head. Although it was a nice feeling to know that someone else thought him to be a good sort of guy for Eponine. The general populace surely wouldn't think so. Most people probably thought that he was merely keeping her prisoner and raping her or such. Instead, he was always very gentlemanly with her, careful and cautious. "Thank you. I just ... not many people would probably think me to be honorable. At least in regards to Eponine. But I promise I've done nothing untoward with her. I haven't pushed her or harmed her in any way."

As they stepped inside, Combeferre winced slightly at Montparnasse calling out. He frowned at Courfeyrac's outburst, waving off the concern before sighing at the anger. "It's not what it looks like, Fey. I mean, shit, that sounds wrong." He waved a hand absently, starting towards the couch. He wanted to lay down, but he knew first he would have to ensure there wasn't any violence or harm done from the tempers in the room. "Three guys started attacking me after I left the offices. Montparnasse saved me and helped me home. He's a good guy and I owe him my life. So could you please not punch him? And some aspirin and a glass of water would be wonderful." He sighed and ran a hand over his eyes, wishing the headache would go away.

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Combeferre smiled and nodded at the mention of Eponine. "I do. She's really too good for me, but I'll keep her as long as she'll have me." He shrugged before glancing back to Montparnasse with a slight frown. "Easier?"  He shook his head at Montparnasse trying to shrug off what he had done. "I want to do something to repay you in some small way. Something to help you with?"

The cab ride back to his apartment felt longer than normal, but it could also have been because of the fact his head felt like it was splitting into a thousand pieces. When they stopped and got out of the cab, he had to pause for a moment to get his bearings again. The world slowly stopped spinning and he turned back to Montparnasse. 

Combeferre raised an eyebrow before realizing why Montparnasse was laughing and saying what he did before chuckling himself. "It's not like that. I mean, not exactly. She's ... oh fuck it. And of course. I would do anything to take care of her and make sure that she is safe and happy." He shuffled over to the door, nodding before pulling the keys from his pocket and handing them to Montparnasse. "It's just my head. It feels like it's going to split apart. Plus it's just too darn hot. I hate the summer."

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