This * means it is someone's deep thoughts in that exact moment.
Marius's POV
When I woke up it was already midday. At first I wasn't sure where I was and a sort of terror caused panic to well up inside of me. Considering I spent the last couple of days at the barricade I wasn't use to actually being in a bed. When I finally sat up and looked around I calmed down because I realized where I was. I was safe and sound in my own home. But something still didn't feel right. Then I had to stop and ask myself a few questions.
*Why am I in the guest bed? Why am I not in my own bed, and is someone in my bed? Suddenly everything came rushing back to me. Eponine was in my bed severely injured and Gavroche was dead. Now I had to ask myself a new set of questions. Where are my friends? Are they okay? Was the barricade still up? Had they been attacked since I had left?*
My thoughts abruptly stopped once I remembered one specific memory from the days before.
*Eponine loves me. I was still as shocked now as I was when she first told me when she was dying.*
I didn't know what to think until I heard my stomach roar with hunger. I got out of bed and chuckled to myself, "Okay, okay! I'll feed you. You're like a wild animal." I patted my stomach and lingered to where I could smell a sweet smell looming from the kitchen. It was a slow time making my way out of the room and down the stairs because I still had a slight limp from the bullet in my leg. But the hunger made me push through.
I had on nothing more than just a pair of pants. As I wondered to the engrossing smell of the kitchen I was surprised to see Eponine sitting with her back to me at one of the chairs talking with Madame Chappelle. 'Ponine was more listening than talking because she was still weak from her injury and Mme. Chappelle was a talkative person in general. I partly hired her because I liked her company. I didn't expect to see Eponine there or I would've been descent. I walked in and stopped dead in my tracks. I was so excited I ran up to her to hug her from behind. I didn't even think about the pain in my leg, I was just so happy to see her. Mme. Chappelle shot up out of her seat and yelled at me but I didn't hear her.
"Marius, no!"
But it was too late to stop now and I ran and hugged Eponine tight with my eyes shut. I began to rant, "'Ponine! Oh my dear Eponine you're alive. You're here and you're okay. Don't ever do that to me! I was so worried. I thought I'd lost you for good. Never, ever leave me 'Ponine. Ever."
I was so excited I hadn't even noticed how she was wincing from how tightly I was squeezing her. She was also whimpering because I had her around the waist, right below where the bullet had torn into her. Mme. Chappelle had to come over to me and removed me from her. She knew I was hurting Eponine and I realized it too late. I only saw her pain once I backed away.
She was nearly doubled over. I felt so bad. All I could say in a hushed tone was, "I'm so sorry 'Ponine. I didn't mean to."
Eponine turned around and gave me a faint smile. "It's okay Marius. I'm glad to see you too."
Suddenly Mme. Chappelle piped up, "Marius why don't you get dressed. You missed breakfast, but I just made lunch. If you hurry it'll still be warm when you come down. I didn't have the heart to wake you because you were sleeping so peacefully. You needed your rest. Now go, you can talk to Eponine later. And we need to put your leg up Monsieur!"
She shouted the last part because by the time she said it I was gone halfway up the stairs. I looked down and remembered that I had no shirt on. It made me blush because I just hugged her without half of my clothes on.
*I felt bad because I bet that drove her crazy. I'm not trying to be full of myself or anything like that. I just knew she liked me and she even told me on the barricade. She liked it when I was close and I made her feel safe.*
I was half way up the stairs by then and then I swiftly changed so I could come down stairs and talk to my best friend 'Ponine, maybe without hurting her this time.
Narrator
Eponine took quite a lot longer to get to lunch from when she woke up. Her day was more full.
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Sorry about the super short chapter. I wrote a chapter and it was 15 pages and I hadn't even finished it. I am dividing it into a few different chapters. I am comfortable with this part so this is all I have posted until I can figure this situation out. Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment and reaview!
XOXO -BabyBear
