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Enjolras looked up with a sense of trepidation growing in the pit of his stomach. He looked over at Joly before getting up after Joly's slight prompt.
Enjolras walked over to the nurse who, in his opinion was wearing way too much make-up although he assumed it was due to the hectic and draining hospital lifestyle. She nodded over at him 'Are you here for miss Thenardier?'
Enjolras only nodded in reply.
'Right this way please.' She led Enjolras and Joly down the hall and into a small hospital room. Eponine lay on the only bed in the room, her hair was still piled on the top of her head in a messy bun and she had large purple bags under her eyes. Enjolras however, had never seen a more beautiful sight, not even the iv sticking into her hand nor the various monitors attached to her could dampen his spirits because finally, finally, she would be able to get some help.
The nurse looked over Eponine once more before writing on her clipboard, she turned to leave with a curt nod after informing them that the doctor would be in soon.
Enjolras didn't have to long to wait before a young doctor walked in.
'Combeferre? What are you doing here?'
His oldest friend looked up at him and smiled from behind his glasses. 'I could ask you the same thing. Funny that no one knew that Eponine is sick.'
Enjolras grimaced, he knew his friend was joking but there was a slight tone of agitation behind the humor.
'What's wrong with her 'Ferre?'
Combeferre looked down at his chart and examined it for several moments.
'It seems Eponine has contracted viral meningitis. Most likely from contact with another that was already infected. I know she spends a great deal on the streets-' Enjolras nodded, this was a trait she still kept even after she had come to more wealth, she still liked to roam Paris, '-and it's likely that she contracted it from someone or something there.'
'So what can you do for her?'
Combeferre raised his eyebrows and tilted his head 'In all honesty, nothing. Antibiotics won't help, because it is a viral infection it has to run its course by itself. We will however keep her here until her condition improves.'
Enjolras nodded once then went and sat on a chair beside Eponine. He took her hand in his before nodding again in thanks to both Combeferre and Joly.
