Apologies for the fact this isn't a brilliant chapter, but I've hit the dreaded wall and am suffering writer's block... As well as facing an appalling amount of work... You know how it goes, any reviews/ideas gratefully accepted and thank you all for reading, I love you for it!
Days have passed since Father injured Enjolras, and it seems to me that he's healing slowly. Thankfully the wound was not too deep, and once everyone had managed to pin the stupid fool down Joly had been able to clean the gash and strap it up. As they'd practically sat on Enjolras to keep him still I watched Grantaire watching them with a deep pain in his eyes. His hero, his God was trying and failing tried to hide his whimpers of pain. From where I stood I could see the back of Enjolras' head as he kept twisting, trying to fight them, Lord knows why, they're only trying to help… But then he turned his head and I can see his eyes… His eyes that burn with a raging mix of anger and pain. He glared at me and I could feel his bitterness slicing through my body, those icy orbs narrowed almost as if I betrayed him by letting his friends help… I can't get the image out of my head…
The girl is still sat in the corner, the place where she slumped after helping treating my wound, the place that she hasn't moved from since. Every few hours since she placed herself there, one of the boys takes food to her, usually Grantaire or Combeferre, although they've all had a go. I hear them from my makeshift bed where the idiots have left me. It's no good even trying to fight them and their stupid protests to be still, because they'll just drug me again. Cunning, sly little bastards they are. But this time the panic, which has been rising in their voices over the past two days, is clear. From what I hear, she isn't eating, barely drinking… Just sitting there, unresponsive. I need to see her. I'll make her eat. So I drag myself up, the pain is less now thank God. Let's see what this racket is all about…
The sign that they're frantic is that they don't notice me approach. They're sat around her, their eyes wide with worry. I can see why, because the girl looks awful. She seems even more emaciated than she was five days ago, and dehydration has made her skin cling more closely to the curve of her jaw. As I near, I can hear them, practically begging her.
"Please 'Ponine, just eat something…! Please, we don't want you to get sick!" I'm fed up already, and their whining is hurting my ears. My head is banging like a giant drum.
"I command you Eponine, eat the food." My fierce tone surprises even me, and it sure as anything shocks the rest of them. They turn to me, although they don't pounce, shoving me back into the boring hell-hole they call my 'rest room'. They just stare, like something has clicked in their foolish minds. I turn my gaze back to the girl, and do a double take as I see her nibbling at the food, with a look in her eyes that seems almost like relief..? Strange…
