Well this is my first story about Eponine and Enjolras. I hope you like it :)
Marius was dead. Eponine was wounded at the barricade. Marius warned her not to come but she couldn't resist. She loved him. She struggled to go to him but all she could do was scream in agony and pain. Enjolras climbed over the barricade to save her.
"Eponine! You're hurt." he cried over her screams.
He said nothing else. For Eponine didn't have much time. He picked her up and carried her to his house which wasn't far. Miraculously, he found Jean Valjean and his daughter along the way.
Valjean in his good nature interjected, "Goodness! What's happened to this poor woman?"
"She was wounded at the barricade. I need to get help." Enjolras said almost stammering.
"If it is so urgent, may I be of assistance to her? I've read plenty of books on medical arts over the years and I believe I may be able to save her. I'll do it for no pay."
"Do you really know what you're doing? How do I know you're not just an enemy?" Enjolras said intimidatingly.
"I promise I wouldn't dare do anything to hurt this poor girl even more. If by chance I do, you may do what you want to me, but please don't harm my daughter Cosette."
"We'll see..." Enjolras said trying to open his door with Eponine in his arms.
Kind Valjean reluctantly opened it for him. Enjolras hesitated walking in and briefly smiled. He laid Eponine on his bed and Valjean worked his magic. Enjolras absentmindedly stared at Eponine's wound. The members of the Les Amis had no idea how much he loved her. He would never dare to tell them. What would they think about him then? The leader of the revolution? In LOVE? Everyone thought of him as a hard, concentrated young man who only cared about revolution and freedom. How could someone like him be in love?
Hours passed. Enjolras wasn't sure what Valjean was doing. Cosette just sat there and constantly smiled at him like the innocent young girl she is. But Eponine seemed to be regaining her consciousness. Enjolras was glad Valjean was legit. But he really cared if Eponine would live or not.
"She's awake." Valjean exclaimed waking Enjolras out of his fantasies.
"Eponine?" Enjolras said slowly as she opened her eyes.
"Marius?"
"No, it's me, Enjolras."
Eponine suddenly remembered what happened. She froze, then sighed, almost busting into tears. Enjolras smoothly grabbed her hand.
"I removed the bullet from her wound. It's a miracle she didn't lose much blood, but I covered the wound with a bandage. I can't be sure but I think she may make a full recovery by next month." Valjean explained.
"Monsieur, how can I ever repay you?" Enjolras said.
"No need." A warming smile formed on Valjean's face.