I do not own Les Mis. Please remember, this is based on the stage musical, with only minor details from Victor Hugo's original novel.

ÉPONINE:
A gunshot rang out maybe five feet from her, and her eyes snapped open. Pain exploded through her shoulder and hand. "Ooh…" she groaned softly, trying to turn on the hard table, to see what had made the noise. A man in an army uniform had his back to her, a rifle in his hand. He turned to look at her, and she recognized the time-worn face and greying brown hair of Cosette's father.
"Little Éponine, isn't it?" he asked, leaning down to look at her. "I remember you from the inn."
"I was 'orrid…." she mumbled guiltily.
"You had a horrid example," he corrected gently. "Neither Cosette nor I blame you. The students will be here soon."
"Enjolras…. Marius…. They can't see me…" she whimpered. Marius would feel guilty, and Enjolras… he'd get too distracted by her to fight well. "Please, monsieur, just throw me in the Seine…"
"I most certainly will not!" Without warning, he scooped her up with one arm.
"'Ere! Wotcher think yer at?" Éponine demanded, wriggling futilely in his iron grip. "Lemme down! I'll get to the river myself!"
"If you're so determined to disappear, then you can come with me and Cosette to America. But I will not have the blood of an innocent girl spilled any more than it already has."
"I said lemme down!"
"Rest, Éponine. You'll strain yourself too much."
"But—"
"I said rest." Éponine let out a sigh of defeat at his command and closed her eyes, thinking of what she could have done differently. How she could have just stayed away from Marius, how she could have never put Enjolras at risk, how she could have just ran away when her father decided to sell the inn and start robbing instead, the way Gavroche had. How she could have told Gavroche that she still loved him, even if he had severed his ties with their family. And about Enjolras…. She pictured her night-time fantasies, letting them wash over her.
"You're a cruel girl, Éponine…" Marius whispered in her ear. " To come back and defy his love for you in such a way…."
"Are you any less cruel?" she murmured as her eyes closed again.
ENJOLRAS:
"Courfeyrac, you take the watch. Everyone, make sure to stay awake. We must be ready for the fight." He pursed his lips grimly, thinking about how close he'd come to joining Éponine. A sniper, aimed at him specifically…. Javert had played the role of double agent far too well. The unnamed man who had saved his life emerged from the tavern. "Is it done?" Enjolras asked, accepting his rifle back.
"I threw the body in the Seine. But I took the young lady to a convent, so they could lay her to rest properly."
"What?" Enjolras felt his grip tighten on the barrel of the gun. "What do you mean?"
"She's with God now, Monsieur. I'm very sorry."
"No… No… No… I'LL KILL THEM!"
"Enjolras!" Combeferre and Prouvaire caught him by the arms, stopping him from launching himself over the barricade.
"LET GO OF ME! I'M GOING OVER THERE, I WILL FIND OUT WHICH ONE OF THEM STOLE HER LIFE, AND RETURN THE FAVOR!"
"Calm down—"
"CALM DOWN! YOU KNOW NOTHING, GRANTAIRE! I LOVED HER, GOD DAMN IT! I LOVED HER AND NOW SHE'S GONE!"
"Killing them won't bring her back—" Feuilly murmured.
"Well, it would make me feel a hell of a lot better!" Enjolras growled.
"At least you got to see her!" Marius snapped. "I don't know what's going to happen to me! Even if I live, the chances of me seeing Cosette again are minimal!"
"Cosette! Cosette! How can you talk about Cosette when Éponine died because of you?" Enjolras spun to face Marius and lunged at him in blind loathing.
"That's enough!" The old man pulled the two of them apart. "This is neither the time nor the place to be fighting amongst ourselves." Enjolras said nothing, only glaring at Marius.
ÉPONINE:
"Are you awake?" a soft voice asked. Éponine felt something cold and wet on her back. "Éponine, can you hear me?"
"C-Cosette?" she stammered, raising her eyes to see the pale skin of the girl she used to torment.
"You remember me." Cosette's thick black curls bounced slightly as she turned aside, pulling out a needle and thread. "One of the sisters was able to get the bullet out of your back, but she suggested I be the one to sew you up. Someone else already took care of your hand, though…"
"Sisters? Where am I?"
" The Chapelle du Cimetière de Picpus… a convent. Papa moved us here when the fighting started. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but we had no way of nulling the pain except brandy, and the Mother Abbess said that wasn't a very good idea. Now, hold still."
"Ow!" Éponine yelped as Cosette poked the needle into her flesh. "You might 'ave given me a little more warning!"
"Sorry. Brace yourself."
"But— Ow!" Cosette had finished the final stitch. "Just how many of those are you gonna give me?" Then she realized her street accent had faded in that instant. Maybe she could keep it up if she tried…
"I can't say at this point… but I have been told anticipation makes pain worse. So, I can talk, or you can, just so long as you don't think about what I'm doing. Tell me… you were at the barricade, weren't you? Is… Is Marius still alive?"
"Last I saw, he was," Éponine gasped out the 'h' sound. "He and Enjolras were with me, when I fainted."
"Who's Enjolras?"
"Erm… he's… uh… the leader of Les Amis de l'ABC. I think he's a brilliant leader. Everyone listens to him, and he listens right back."
"Do you like him?"
"He's my friend."
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh, come on, Éponine, you can tell me!"
"I don't think there's anything to tell." Éponine muttered, looking down guiltily. Then she realized she was completely naked between the sheets. "Hey! What did you do with my clothes?"
"I should think they've been burnt. What did you expect? They were filthy."
"But I don't have no other clothes!"
"Any other," Cosette corrected, "and you can wear some of mine."
"Oh, why the hell are you helping me, Cosette? I was never anything but horrible to you! I don't like you, and you shouldn't like me!" Cosette looked startled by her outburst.
"Give blessing to those who give you curses, say prayers for those who are cruel to you," Cosette murmured. "It's from the Bible."
"I'm not an idiot, you know! I have gone to church before! Just because you're all pretty, and educated, and well-behaved, it doesn't mean you can act like you're better than me! You'd never have lasted a day in my world, not dear, pampered little Cosette!"
"Éponine, please— "
"You want to know what you're missing, all warm and cozy in your fancy house? Hell! Filth, starvation, hopelessness, desperation! You want to see that? You don't know how lucky you really are!"
"You're done," Cosette murmured, tying off the end of the string. "Get some rest, I'll bring in the clothes once the sisters have gotten you cleaned up." Éponine turned away, huffing in exasperation. How typical that Cosette would be too afraid to face the truth.
ENJOLRAS:
"We're running low on ammunition…" Feuilly panted. "What we've got left isn't going to be enough to fill the guns we've got."
"I'll go into the field, then." Everyone turned to look at Marius in shock. "There are bodies everywhere, all riddled with bullets!"
"No! I can't let you go, it's too big a risk!" Enjolras argued. Éponine would never have forgiven him if he let Marius die so heedlessly.
"The same thing is true for anyone else here!"
"No, it isn't," the old man interrupted. "All of you have life left in you still, I'm an old man, there's little left for me."
"That may be, but you need me! I'm quicker!" Gavroche yelled.
"Gavroche, don't you dare!"
"Get back here!…. "Oh, it's fine! Look at me! I'm almost there— Aah!" The little gamin's words were cut off as a bullet pierced his side. For a moment, Enjolras saw a look of pain identical to Éponine's on that of Gavroche… the two could have been siblings… Gavroche had somehow kept going, singing in his broad, carefree way as he pulled cartridges and bullets from the dead. "Little people know, when….Little people fight, we…." He shuddered as a second bullet entered his shoulder. "May look easy pickings….But we've got some bite! Aah!" Another shot…. The boy was a marvel. "So never kick a dog….….Because he's just a pup….We'll fight like twenty armies….And we won't give up….So you'd better run for cover….When the pup grows...…" One last shot, and as he collapsed, Gavroche turned towards the National Guard in the distance and bit his thumb defiantly.
"GAVROCHE!" Too late…. Enjolras felt… useless. He couldn't save Éponine. He couldn't save Gavroche. How many more lives would he be unable to save? "Have all the women left? All the fathers of children?"
"All those who know they've got them," Grantaire answered.
"You, there! In the barricades!" One of the guards was shouting at them. "Do you hear this? The people of Paris sleep in their beds! You have no chance of winning! Why throw your lives away?"
"We will fight!" Enjolras roared, climbing to the summit, not caring that it made him a clear target. "If we will die facing you, then so be it! We will make you bleed for as long as we can!"
"Pay for every man!"
"Kill them all!"
An anthem formed unbidden in Enjolras' mind. "Let others rise to take our place until the earth is free!" Gunshots roared like thunder. Rage ran pure and hot in his veins, and her name was on his lips as a battle cry. A cry for the girl who had become his Patria. She had died, but it wasn't over yet. "ÉPONINE!"