A damp cloth was applied to Éponine's deep red wounds. Her eyes where shut. She had been knocked out by the fall. Perhaps being in this state was for the best. If she were awake, she would have insisted that Monsieur Marius was to attend to her wounds, and seeing as Marius could not treat a nosebleed properly, it would not work. There would be a chance of her death. A white cloth was wrapped around her head, but after a few moments, the cloth was a dark red, on the verge of black.

Her face was black. With the mix of excitement of seeing Monsieur Marius, and the fact she was running extremely fast, had caused her face gather with sticky sweat. When she took the fall to the ground, the gravel had clung to her face. It was not a pretty sight.

Her frail, anorexic-like body lay on a limp and thin bed that made a horrible creaking noise whenever she moved. When a particularly loud creaking noise took place, Éponine awoke with a start. She sat up, groaning. "Monsieur Marius," were the first words she said upon her waking. Marius was not there. He was with his fellow revolutionaries in the main part of the place they were to fight. L'café ABC.

Éponine propped up her dainty elbows on the metal frame of the bed. "Hullo?" she called out to the dark empty room. "Hello?!" she said once more, her voice ever so much louder. Marius had heard her. He was only a few metres from her room and Éponine had a loud voice. He got up from were he was sitting. Excusing himself from his friends and knocked on Éponine's door. "'Ponine?" he said, and then opened the door.

"Marius," she said, with a smile that she hoped would make him swoon and press his thin yet plump lips against hers. Marius felt sick upon seeing her teeth. They were rotting and yellow. Still, he could not show his disgust to her when she was in this sight, so he smiled back at her. Not quite the response that Éponine wanted, but she was grateful that he had not left her out on the streets.

"How are you feeling"? He questioned Éponine, sitting down on a chair that was placed next to her bed.

"I don't feel any pain no more," she replied, shrugging. "Jus' hurts when I move is all," she said, trying to make her voice seductive. She sounded horrible.

"But you're okay, no?" Marius asked her.

"Yes, I'm okay," she replied to Marius. Marius's eyes fell upon her black-red bandage. Éponine saw Marius looking at the bandage. "It'll be okay. I can were it for a few more hours," Éponine said. She was used to wearing the same clothes for months on end. She did not understand the importance of hygiene.

"No," Marius said firmly, and undid the knot at the back of her head. "We do not have any more cloths, I'm afraid, so I shall have to wash it. I will not be long. I'll let someone else look after you in the meantime," he said, with the bloody piece of clothing in his hands. The door was still slightly open, so he used his right foot to push it wider open. "Au Revoiur for now," he said, and walked over to his friends.

"Enjolras," he muttered to his friend.

"Could you help? My friend, Ponine, is in the spare room. "She is wounded, and I must clean this. Would you look after her for me?" He asked Enjolras. Enjolras sighed, but nodded in answer to Marius's question.

"Thank you," Marius whispered.

The reason for his hushed tone was the face that Grantaire was asleep, and people generally appreciated the quietness of not having him shouting random abuse. Enjolras quietly lifted himself from the chair and creped over to the spare room where Éponine was situated. Enjolras gently rapped his knuckles on the door.

"Are you decent?" he asked, and coughed gently, his face blushing at his question. Enjolras was not used to the company of women, so therefore he did not know what to say. One could hardly call Éponine a woman though. She was a child. His voice was still hushed, used to the way he was talking. He repeated the three words once more, yet louder. He looked behind his shoulder, Grantaire was still asleep. He twitched, but did not awake from his deep slumber. 'Perhaps he's dead,' Enjolras thought. 'But it wouldn't make any difference. He'd still just be useless and inconvenient.'

He was interrupted from his thoughts by an answer of "Yes," from behind the door. He slowly began to open the door.

A/n: I know, I am awesome. (: