Hello! Third chapter is done! Woohoo review

It was final. Eponine was sick. She couldn't deny it any longer, nor could Enjolras. After Eponine having woken up multiple times during the night to hastily run to the bathroom and throw up the contents of her stomach, which had long ago been emptied, resulting in her only being able to expel bile from her body. This again resulted in her back being knotted in pain and her stomach aching. Enjolras, god bless him, had dutifully stayed up with her all night and held her hair back when she was vomiting and was constantly bring her glasses of water to clear her mouth. Both Eponine and Enjolras were exhausted by the time the sun started to come up. The pale white light that filtered into the room was the only indication of how long they had endured their little 'routine' so to say.

To say that Eponine was getting worse by the hour would be an understatement. Not only had her fever not gone down, but she had also developed a raging chest cough. It hurt Enjolras' chest just to hear it and couldn't even imagine how Eponine must feel.

He walked into the bedroom and looked down at where Eponine was laying on the floor with pity. She had decided that the floor was more comfortable than the bed and it cooled her down some so he didn't argue it with her. It was evident that she was asleep by the gentle snoring that was coming from her. He placed the cup of cold water that he had brought her on the bed side table before going to gently scoop her into his arms. Enjolras gently placed Eponine on her side so that she would be able to breathe better with her clogged chest. He sat beside her gently and picked up a book from his own bed side table and began to read.

'Really Enjolras, Les Miserables? How many times have you read that book?'

He laughed gently, even when sick Eponine was still as sassy as always. 'It's a good book okay, don't knock it till you've read it.'

'I did read it remember? I'm the one who told you to read- ' her sentence was cut off by a fit of coughs that made her twist away from Enjolras and clutch her chest with one hand while the other flew to cover her mouth with the crook of her elbow. Enjolras rubbed her back in a soothing circular motion when he waited for her coughs to recede.

'Damn it Eponine, I'm calling Joly!'

'No Enjolras, its fine.'

'Eponine don't argue with me, I'm calling him, if you won't go to the doctor's you at least need to see Joly.'

Along with medicine, Eponine had a thing about doctors and hospitals, whenever Enjolras asked all he could get out of her as a response was 'bad experiences'. Which Enjolras didn't have to think too hard about why Eponine didn't like hospitals.

'Enjolras-'

'Hush Eponine.'

'No Enjolras you don't under-'

He made a shhing motion with his hands before getting off the bed and picking up his phone. He made it half way through dialing Joly's number before slowly putting the phone back down and looking at Eponine sheepishly.

'Maybe I'll call him when it's not 5 in the morning.'

Eponine looked at him smugly before snuggling back into the bed and burrowing into the blankets.