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Every day for the next few weeks, Éponine came to visit Enjolras at the hospital. She wasn't sure what kept bringing her back to him. She wasn't in love with him, for she still cared for Marius. Maybe it was the fact that she felt bad that he was bedridden or maybe it was because he saved her life and showed her kindness, that Éponine decided to do the same. Whatever the case was, Éponine loved going to see him, and she made a full day routine out of it. At ten in morning, she would head off to the hospital. Enjolras would be in bed either reading books or newspapers the nurses gave him or sleeping. They'd greet each other and Éponine would check his condition. Enjolras seemed to glow with health, which made her happy inside. Since Enjolras couldn't leave his bed, Éponine made it her mission to describe the day to him. She would tell in in deep detail how the sun looked, the color of the sky, what the breeze felt like if any. When Éponine would finish, Enjolras would close his eyes and imagine what Éponine had described to him. He would smile, and that made her stomach have butterflies. Enjolras's nurse requested that he'd practice walking. Éponine would take his hands into her own and slowly guide him through the halls. When he would feel like falling, she would hold him up. At one point their noses touched, and Éponine got goosebumps. After a nice walk around the hospital, the two of them would head back to Enjolras's bed and would do some friendly talking. He would talk about his political ideas and aspirations, she would talk about her family. He would talk about his friends, she would talk about her life in Montfermeil. They would talk until sunset, when the visiting hours would end. They would concluding their meeting with a "see you tomorrow", and Éponine would leave. She would be a little sad to leave, but be elated knowing that she would she him again the next day.

One day, as she was on her way to the hospital, she bumped into a young man. He wore a blue jacket and trousers. The man had a beautiful dark brown cane in his left hand. He had reddish-brown hair that looked strangely familiar. "Pardon, monsieur…" Éponine started then looked at his face. "MARIUS!" she exclaimed and hugged his torso. "'Ponine! It's so great to see you again!" She looked at his face again. "We thought you were dead!" "We?" Marius questioned. "Oh, that's right! You don't know. Enjolras is alive and well!" Marius was in shock. "Really?" Éponine nodded. "I was going to go see him in the hospital. Care to join me?" Marius agreed and the two of them were on their way.

Éponine ordered Marius to stay behind so Enjolras wouldn't see. She walked over to Enjolras's bed, and noticed that he had his nose in book. Éponine chuckled. "Bonjour, mademoiselle." Enjolras sad without taking his nose out of the book. Éponine pushed the book out of his face and took a look at him. "May I help you?" he smiled. Lub-dub. "I have a surprise for you." Éponine told. "Now close your eyes." "Awe, 'Ponine! You know I hate surprises!" Enjolras complained. "I assure you, this is a surprise you will like." "Fine." Enjolras said as he closed his eyes. Éponine jogged over to Marius. "Come on!" she whispered and pulled him over to the bed. When the two of them got close enough, Éponine told Enjolras to open his eyes. "Marius?!" Enjolras exclaimed. "Enjolras!" Marius hobbled over to the side of the bed and took a seat next to his friend. The two got into a deep conversation, catching up on the last few weeks. Éponine watched the two of them, seeing how happy they were. She decided to leave the two boys alone and explore the hospital a little bit.

It was extremely crowded and hard to breathe in, but the patients seemed to manage. Children, adults, and older folks were bed ridden. Nurses were working overtime with many of the sick. Many of the people were throwing up, bleeding profusely, or were in intense pain. She passed by a few doctors taking a child's body down the hall. The child's mother was sobbing. Éponine wanted to comfort the lady and to tell her everything would be okay, but she knew better than to leave a morning woman to morn. She continued walking until Éponine heard some yelling. "You can't do this to me, I'm Frenchwoman! Let me through! I have to see him!" Éponine ran over to see who the scream belonged to.

A few doctors were trying to barricade a young woman from entering a hospital room. She was a pretty girl, with bright green eyes and curly light blond hair. She wore a nicely pressed, light yellow cotton dress with a yellow rose on her bodice. She was fair skinned with a light dusting of freckles on her face. Éponine knew who that was. That was Musichetta.

She had met Musichetta at the café, where she was flirting with Bahorel and Joly. The two of them weren't really friends, but they did exchange words from time to time. She was a girl who could trap any man with the power of her fortune-telling eyes and beautiful frame. She never refused time with her two lovers, and Éponine knew that when Muschetta was in love, she meant it.

"Please! I must see him! I must see my Joly!" Joly? He's here? He's alive? Éponine ran over to Musichetta and the other doctors. "I'm sorry, mademoiselle. But if you do not have any relation to the patient, you may not see him." Tears were dripping from her eyes and flowing down her cheeks and nose. "Si'il vous plait! I must! At least tell me if he's alright!" Musichetta choked. "Mademoiselle! I'm sorry but…" "She's with me!" Éponine yelled to the doctors. They turned to her. "I'm sorry, who are you?" Éponine didn't hesitate. "She's with me. That's all you need to know. If you have any questions, please confront my brother." She jogged over to Musichetta. The doctors lost their grip on the girl and Éponine managed to grab Musichetta's skinny arm and pull her away. "Thank you, 'Ponine." She told. "Anytime. Now, let's go find Joly."

A nurse was helping a young man, who was on crutches get to his bed. He was struggling, but he managed to make it. The nurse steadied him down and left to get him some water. The young man wore a white shirt, red tie, black coat, and black trousers. He began checking his vital signs, looking for spiders on his bed, and covered his mouth when a two year old little boy walked over to his bed and coughed on him. "Germs!" the young man complained. "Jollly!" shouted a girl from across the room. Next thing he knew, Joly was being tackled by a hug and billions of kisses. "Musichetta?!" he asked surprisingly. Éponine watched from the side, giggling. She had never seen two people so happy, at least not as much as these two. "Oh Joly, Joly, Joly!" Musichetta breathed between every kiss. "My love! We have someone watching!" Joly exclaimed. Éponine giggled again. "No worries. I can leave, if you like." Joly released himself from the grasp of his lover. "Éponine? What are you doing here?" Éponine was completely immersed in the sparks flying between Musichetta and Joly, she forgot about Enjolras. "Oh! I wanted to tell you that Marius and Enjolras are alive! Marius doesn't seem in too bad of shape. He is using a cane now. Enjolras was shot in the chest, but by some miracle he lived. He's lying in a bed right now, but I'm certain he would want to get us if he saw you. He cares for you deeply. So does Mari…us." Éponine, for some strange reason, felt like something was different about Joly. She looked down and gasped. How did I not notice this when I saw him? Joly was missing a leg. Musichetta followed Éponine's eyes and gasped. "Jollly! Oh my poor Jollly! Who did this to you?" "I was shot in the leg, and it got infected. The doctors amputated it to save my life. I don't like it as much as you do, but I didn't have any choice." Musichetta planted kisses all over Joly's face. "My brave hero! Oh my hero!" Éponine giggled again. "If it's too much trouble, I can just tell Enjolras you're here…" "No! No trouble! I'll just need my medication from the druggist, check my vitals…" Joly started, but was interrupted by the little boy from earlier who proceeded to cough on him. "Or now would be pleasant."

Éponine watched as the three boys conversed. She had done her job for the day. She brought them back together. It wasn't all his friends, but at least those two made Enjolras happy. When Joly and Marius left, Éponine walked over to Enjolras's bedside and took a seat close to him. It was sunset, but she didn't care. Éponine wanted one last word with him before she left. "'Ponine…I…I don't know what to say. That was really thoughtful of you. Merci." Éponine smiled. "I knew how much your friends meant to you. Just wanted to do something right for a change." Suddenly, Enjolras did something she didn't expect. He lifted his hand and, with the gentlest of touches, cupped her right cheek. His hands were so soft like a gust of wind kissing her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and let out an inaudible sigh when he slowly and gently graced his thumb across her cheek. Éponine closed her eyes. Oh, please. Don't let this stop. "You always do something right. You just don't realize it." Enjolras whispered. Éponine opened her eyes and looked at the man staring back at her. He had saved her life. He had shown her kindness. In return, she had saved his life. She had shown him kindness. Her heart began to beat. Was she…? Éponine quickly pushed Enjolras's had away from her cheek. "I'm sorry Enjolras, but I have to go." She stood up and began to walk away. "'Ponine!" he called out. Éponine froze and turned to him. "See you tomorrow?" Marius, 'Ponine. Think of Marius. Don't answer him, her brain argued. Éponine's heart had other ideas. No. Go see him tomorrow. He makes you happy. Do what makes you happy. "See you tomorrow." she replied, and gave him a smile. imEnjolras gave her one also. As Éponine left the hospital, she began to feel something inside her heart. No. It can't be. You are in love with Marius! MARIUS! Marius! Marius. Marius. Mari… Her heart began to beat, but this time, it wasn't for Marius. It was for…him. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.