Pain pounded through Enjolras' body with every step he took, the policemen who had a hold of his arms being none too gentle as they shoved him through the doors. He did not like being handled like this, but he knew it could be far worse. This was not anywhere near the police brutality that he had witnessed before at different events. In comparison, they were treating him as though he were breakable. That did not, however, keep him from wincing as he felt the handcuffs chafe on what he was sure was a broken wrist.
Despite the pain, he could not bring himself to regret what he had done. He had seen some protesters outside of an abortion clinic and, while he normally would have approved of anyone exercising their freedom of speech, he could not condone what they had been doing. Not only had they been spreading misinformation and picketing with signs detailing babydolls with their heads cut off, but they had been harassing women as they entered the clinic. Clearly, something had been done. Unfortunately, the men of the group didn't appreciate a small college student lecturing him on freedom, equality, and reproductive justice, and Enjolras didn't appreciate being put in his place by conservative bigots. Obviously, he had only been defending himself.
The police, however, didn't see it that way. He had ended up hurt enough that the first stop wasn't going to be the jail; they could be sued for that. Instead, it was to the hospital to make sure that he would be healthy enough to spend the night in a jail cell. Fortunately for him, it was a familiar clinic that he was brought to. As they shoved him through the halls, he grinned at the familiar hospital staff, eyes searching one man out in particular. When he found him, he smirked, fighting back against the hold of the police officers in order to force them to let him walk just a bit closer to the man.
