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The first thing Combeferre noticed was the blood from Grantaire’s back seeping through the fabric of Montparnasse’s coat, still draped over the naked man’s shoulders.
Combeferre took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, which he had a million of. He had to be a doctor first, not a friend. Every bit of him wanted to weep over Grantaire’s return, the knowledge that his friend had been alive this whole time, but he knew that wasn’t an option.
He was the guide and the centre, with Courfeyrac gone. Enjolras was losing it, so Combeferre had to keep it together for him.
Combeferre knelt quickly at Grantaire’s side, and ordered Enjolras to fetch his bag of medical supplies.
Combeferre’s hands flew over Grantaire’s body, careful doctor’s fingers doing their work, and he tuned out the little noises Grantaire made, knowing he needed to do this to prevent future pain. He barely thought as he examined Grantaire, cleaning and bandaging the copious amount of lash wounds on his back, cuts on the bottoms of his feet, and sores around his wrists and neck. Then there was the matter of Grantaire’s anus, a matter Combeferre never thought he’d ever have to consider.
Grantaire went limp and pliant as soon as Combeferre gently flipped him over and probed a heavily oiled finger at his entrance.
Grantaire made a keening sound, and Combeferre pulled his hand away in shock.
There was something lodged in Grantaire’s hole.
Combeferre ignored Enjolras’ frantic questions and reached his hand to Grantaire’s entrance again, gently but firmly grasping the bit of rounded glass poking out of his ass. Combeferre didn’t really know what else to do, so he tugged.
Grantaire let out a keening, desperate moan as Combeferre removed the long glass object from him. It was large, the small mercy being that every edge of it was smooth and rounded, and Combeferre let out a breath of relief to see that there was only a scarce amount of blood on it.
“What is that?” Enjolras demanded. “What purpose could that sick bourgeois pig-”
“Enjolras, please.” Combeferre said, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. “Have Montparnasse explain it to you, if you must know. I’m trying to work."