Email to R:

[jamesmcginty]

To: AGrandError [@] ParisU

Be safe.

My house is always open to you. Someone kicked in Damian's door and he's a wreck. I would really like to have you here, no matter how late, so I know you're okay.

Love,
J

Comments

[jamesmcginty]

James has no idea where Mervin is and that's terrifying, to be honest, and Damian hasn't replied in hours. So he went out, sensibly enough, to buy food, with lunch packed in his bag to maybe share with R.

Instead, he ran into Dr. Combeferre looking like he was slowly dying from stress with the wounded, and definitely dying from exhaustion.

So he gave his lunch to him, and the man ate without even a comment about it, and ordered the guy to sleep. He can do stitches. He can check pulses. He can mop up and clean. He can't - be a doctor and Combeferre might be able to keep going but that doesn't mean he has to.

He eats a potato that someone was roasting in the ashes of something that had too much pine burned in it. He found someone cooking coffee, and brought a cup of that back to Combeferre, and choked down one of his own. It's the temperature of blood and someone involved with the barricade is having an argument, and Damian still hasn't replied.

[grand_error]

It's after dark when Grantaire knocks at James's window, looking exhausted, and dirty, but seemingly unhurt at least. That's something, anyway, isn't it? He's also smiling a little as he taps. At least things could have been worse. Probably.