Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables, which is good because if I did, I would be dead.
Enjolras waited until it was an acceptable time to call Joly. He endured Eponine's teasing him about it because it seemed to be the only thing that made her feel better, even for such a short amount of time. Eponine had long since given up on denying that she was sick yet had decided that just because she had a little fever didn't mean she was going to lay in bed all day. So when Enjolras found her standing in the hallway wrapping a scarf around her neck and throwing her book bag over her shoulder he was startled to say the least.
'Eponine! What do you think you're doing?'
'Going to work.' She rasped out
He could only look at her wide eyed and shake his head. Only Eponine would possibly think of going to work when she was so sick- well that wasn't true, Enjolras had been known to do that quite often. Enjolras shook his head and pulled her away from the door.
'Enjolras I'm fine, I swear.'
He looked at her as if she had started speaking a different tongue. 'Ep, look at yourself. You're shaking where you stand.'
She shook her head but Enjolras took her hand and held it in front of her, so that she could see the shaking for herself. She was about to rebuff Enjolras when she was cut off by an attack on her sinuses. She doubled over as she sneezed and sneezed and sneezed.
'Right then.' Enjolras picked Eponine up when she had finally stopped sneezing and threw her over her over his shoulder fireman style and brought her back into their bedroom.
'Please Enjolras, not in the bed anymore. I'm sick of the bed.'
He sighed and turned around and walked her over to the couch in the living room. He plopped her onto the couch and retreated back into their room to grab the big fluffy blanket at the bottom of their bed. Enjolras was slightly disgruntled when Eponine had first brought it to their newly shared apartment. It was large and bright red, at least it was red Enjolras remembered thinking. Eponine had worn it around the house for weeks when she had first got it because it was a particularly cold and harsh winter that even with the heater the cold still somehow seeped into their home. It wasn't long after that when Enjolras' immune system succumbed to the cold winter and resulted in a mild bout of the flu. This mild bout however, was enough to keep him in bed for at least a week with Eponine dutifully watching over him. This was when Enjolras discovered how much he really enjoyed the blanket. Eponine had wrapped it around him when he was sleeping to help sweat out the fever he had developed. Enjolras woke up warm and comfortable and embraced in a smell he could only describe as Eponine. He sighed and breathed in her scent deeply before he realized that he was grasping her blanket in his fists tightly. Ever since then he had become quite fond of the blanket and they had always kept it at the end of the bed for when it gets too cold at night, yet secretly whenever Enjolras was missing Eponine – if she was at work, or at school- he would lay in bed and wrap himself in her blanket.