Author's Note: I wanted to write more so here it is! Please review! Also, I could seriously use ideas! PLEASE review! Thank you so very very much for reading!
Disclaimer: I own only Sylvie Beausoleil, Aaron Tveit, and Eddie Redmayne, everything else Les Mis belongs to Victor Hugo.
"Are you alright, 'Ponine?" Enjolras asked me.
"Are you really asking that, considering everything that just happened?" I asked with a roll of my eyes.
"True," he said with a slight chuckle.
"May I ask you a few questions?" I asked him.
"Of course."
"How long has it been since the barricade?"
"About a day," he replied. I stared at him in shock.
"I've been asleep for a whole day?" He nodded. I hadn't slept for more than three hours at a time since I was a little girl and my parents were kind to me. "What happened that night?" He closed his eyes and looked as if the answer pained him.
"You jumped in front of Marius-" he began, but I interrupted him.
"I remember that part," I said. "What happened after I passed out?" He opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes.
"Marius was holding you, sobbing," he said, a faraway look in his eyes as if he was re-living it." Gav ran over to you. He noticed that you were still breathing." Enjolras took a deep breath. I noticed he had tears in his eyes. "Marius and I carried you here with Joly in tow and Gav holding your hand." Tears started running down my cheeks.
"Why?" I asked. Enjolras looked startled, as if he almost forgot where he was.
"Why what?" he asked, looking genuinely perplexed.
"Why did you save me? I mean, why not let someone else carry me away? I know that you wouldn't have wanted to leave the barricade."
"I couldn't let you die," he whispered. "I..." he began, looking like there was something he really wanted to tell me. Then he stood up. "I should let you rest." Enjolras all but flew out of the room, leaving me more confused than ever.
Soon after Enjolras left me with more questions than answers, I fell asleep. I was woken by a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said groggily. Sylvie entered.
"How are you feeling, Éponine?" she asked me.
"I'm feeling much better, so long as I don't move." I replied. She nodded.
"I brought you one of my daughter's dresses," she said, motioning to a bundle in her hands. "It's high time you got out of Enjolras's clothing and into something more comfortable."
"Merci, Sylvie," I said with a smile. She unwrapped the bundle. I gasped. Inside was the most beautiful lilac-colored dress I had ever seen. I almost didn't want to touch it for fear of ruining it with my dirty hands. I looked at my hands and noticed that they were clean, no dirt whatsoever. The rest of me was the same, spotless for the first time in I don't know how long. Sylvie saw my astonished expression and giggled.
"Joly told me that your wound needed cleaning," she explained. "I figured that the rest of you should be clean as well."
"Oh, Sylvie, I cannot thank you enough!" I exclaimed, any shyness at the thought of her bathing me was forgotten because of her kindness.
"No thanks necessary, Éponine," she beamed. "Now, can you stand?" I tried to move, but was stopped by the pain. "Here, let me help you." Very carefully, with her supporting most of my weight, which is not saying much, I managed to stand. My legs were a little weak, but we managed to get my clothing changed. The new dress was amazing. It was as soft as velvet and flowed like water when I moved. I forgot the pain and twirled, in awe of the dress, but my legs didn't agree with the idea. I collapsed on the floor.
The next thing I knew, I was lying in the bed again and Marius was holding my hand with Enjolras pacing behind him. When Marius saw that I had opened my eyes, he sighed with relief.
"'Ponine, you're awake!" he exclaimed. Enjolras stopped pacing and looked at me with relief in his eyes and a smile on his lips. I was mesmerized by the utter happiness in those beautiful grey eyes. I smiled in response a What are you thinking, Éponine? I thought to myself. Marius is worrying about you, and you are thinking about Enjolras. I was very confused."We were so worried about you!" Marius announced.
"Don't you fret about me, Monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain," I assured him.
"The last time you said that, you nearly died!" he protested.
"True," I conceded, smiling at him. Something flashed in Enjolras's eyes when I smiled at Marius. Something like, pain? But, that would be ridiculous. My mind protested. Why would you smiling at Marius upset him?
"You should sleep," Marius said.
"Sleep," I grumbled. "Everyone keeps telling me to sleep." Marius laughed.
"That's because you need to sleep to heal, 'Ponine," he explained, kissing my forehead. My cheeks grew warm. "Just holler if you need anything." I nodded, my eyes growing heavy. The two men left the room and I soon allowed exhaustion to claim me.
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