Bonjour, people! This is Psycho here...you may or may not be aware that Mars and I share this account. Anyhoo, she has been BANNED from fanfiction because of reasons, and I am posting for her, so...yeah. Away we go!
Cosette's pov
The moment I woke up, I knew something was wrong. Marius hadn't felt good the night before, but now he was shivering, feverish, and very sick. I got out of bed and dressed.
As I leaned over him, his eyelids fluttered and he moaned, "Enjolras…"
I frowned. This wasn't like him at all.
"Marius…? I'm going to the doctor," I said fearfully. Tears were running down his face, which was hot to the touch, and he kept saying the names of the people who I know died at the barricades. I didn't know what to do. Cholera? It was about the only bad sickness I knew, and it was all over Paris. Lamarque's death of it, a little over a year ago, had stirred them into revolting. Could the irony be that my Marius died from it as well?
I flagged a fiacre and told the driver to go, as fast as he could, to the nearest doctor.
He said in a deep voice, "the nearest one is that way," and he pointed, "but there is a much better one, just out of medical school, over there."
I asked him to go to the better one. I didn't really know my way around this part of Paris, all I wanted was someone who could fix Marius.
We arrived. The door sign said fermer, closed. No. Not today! I went to the door and banged on it as hard as I could, nearly hysterical. A tall young man with straight black hair opened the door and, crying, I nearly fell across the threshold.
He wanted me to sit. Shaking my head, I cried, "non, Monsieur! It's my husband! He's feverish, and raving mad!" I started crying again.
"Please…I know you aren't open, but…"
When the man nodded, I thanked him again and again.
"Merci! Oh, merci beaucoup, Monsieur! You don't know how important this is!"
He followed me to the fiacre, and we drove back to M. Gillenormand's. As we went, I asked his name.
"François Joly," he said. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I didn't know why.
We entered, and I rushed the man to our room. Marius was prone on the bed, muttering names.
"I've brought a doctor, Marius! You must get well!"
"No…Éponine…Gavroche…No, no! Stop! No!"
Suddenly he sat up and saw the doctor. His face went white and he said, "go away! You're all dead! Stop! Go away, Joly!"
"He does that to everyone. He doesn't know who he is seeing. It was a year ago today, you know. When he…" I couldn't say it. I had to though. My voice lowered and I continued, "went to the barricades."
The man looked at me. Quietly, he said, "I know. I was there, too."
OMG! I...don't know why we needed to see that section of the story from a different POV, but it was good! So, review! It would make us so happy!
