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Chapter 10
Enjolras' POV
I watched him. I watched him as he carried her off. The horror, the look on her face as he dragged her out of the café. But what of Marius? He wouldn't let someone take Eponine, not without trying to help her. And the blood on the dagger had to belong to someone. I began to run up the stairs in hopes that it isn't already to late. What all had he done to Marius that made him stop in his tracks? Surely that lovesick fool didn't just give up. I opened the door to see Marius on his side, holding his stomach as he lay in a pool of his own blood.
"My gosh Marius!" I took off the flag that I had tied around my waist and wrapped it around his wound, from what I could see it looked deep. He had nearly passed out from the blood loss, but he still remained conscious, although I could see his eyes droop as he fell further and further away.
"Joly! Get you're medically trained butt up here, lets go!"
Joly turned the corner, and nearly ran into the wall. He leaned down next to Marius and began his work immediately.
"Will he make it?"
"Not sure."
"I will send Grantaire up to help you, I'm going to find Eponine."
Joly nodded his head as he returned back into his trance, as his fingers worked professionally, wrapping Marius's wound as much as he could.
"Grantaire, go help Joly! I'm going to find 'Ponine."
"Hey! What 'bout me? She's ma sister I have the right to go with ya!"
I nodded and grabbed my coat, walking out of the door with Gavroche, Courfeyrac, and Feuilly trailing closely behind me. Guess we're the search party. But my mind travels as I walk through the dark streets that Eponine knows so well; all I can think about is finding her for Marius.
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Eponines' POV
I lay there relieved as Montparnasse was still in front of me. He had passed out from all the liquor before he caused too much emotional damage. I carefully picked up my feet from underneath me and ran for all I was worth. I couldn't take the chance of him finding me. It hurt, but I had to get away. My nightmares of Montparnasse are overridden by my fears for Marius. I reach the Café and stop. No one could survive a stab wound like that. It was too deep; he had most likely bleed to death. I can't take it; I can't see his still body laying on the floor of his bedroom. Seeing Marius dead would only remind me that its all my fault, and for once I resist the urge to visit him. So I did what I do best, and ran from my problems. What else could I do? Live my life regretting? Wouldn't it be easier just to forget and leave my tribulations behind me? It would be so easy. I have never been one for the easy way; I have always believed the easy way is the wrong way. But, this time was different. This time I had to take the path I dared not take before. I will leave Paris, and all of its inhabitants behind me. I will forget my life. But in order to do so, I have to let go of him. Of Marius. But how can I forget my entire life, how can I forget him? Tears fill my eyes and I attempt to dry them up, ignoring my feelings. I found myself standing before the Seine. My dress stuck to my ankles as I stood before the bridge, my hair blowing to the side, partially covering my face. My tears streaked my cheeks and I looked down at view below me. I can see a small leaf being thrashed by the rocks and drowned by the current as the water relentlessly attempts to rip it apart with fury. The leaf having no way to escape its misery. But when it escapes the harsh waters, it falls off the edge. Immediately separating itself from the snare it was forced into, finding the first loophole, and taking it willingly with open arms. What would it be like? For the pain to stop? To be able to forget? To be released by the snare? To escape the harsh waters? I sit down and let my feet dangle off the side. My head lifted up as I look at the stars and wonder what heaven is like. Will it be as I imagined? Will it be my escape from this horrible life? In my deep thoughts I hear a voice behind me.
"Are you gonna do it?" I turned my head around to see Enjolras standing before me, a sullen expression on his face.
"Of course not Monsieur, I'm not ready to die. Neither was he."
"Marius isn't dead."
"What?"
"He's still holding on Eponine, you should too."
Enjolras offers me a hand, which I take gratefully.
"Are you crazy Eponine! You had me worried sick!" Gavroche suddenly appeared from behind a wall ranting at me with his arms in the air.
"I'm sorry, next time I'm abducted I will make sure you're the first one to know."
"You better." He hugged me, his arms wrapping around my waist as I patted his back. I kissed the top of his dirty head, and Enjolras helped my over to the café, allowing me to lean against his shoulder. I tripped over my own feet, but he caught me in his arms, as I scream out in pain. His green eyes look down at me with concern.
"I'm fine." I said while brushing my dress off. Montparnasse had left me with new bruises, like I didn't have enough already. My torso looked like and artist's palette. Every breath makes me wince, Joly was right when he said I probably had a few broken ribs. We reach the café and I immediately run in and up the stairs, nearly falling multiple times, but I don't care. I swing open the door to see Joly slaving over an unconscious Marius, whom he had now laid in the bed. There was a small pool of blood on the floor, and rags that were now stained with crimson.
"Marius." I almost whispered his name, tears filling my eyes.
"I might be able to save him Eponine, but he lost a lot of blood."
I couldn't do anything but nod my head, as I looked at him, looking so decrepit. I sat on the edge of the bed, just as he did when I was the one in critical condition. Being there with him makes me forget everything I had just been through, all of the pain. I can only live in the moment, and pray to God that He will spare Marius's life. That's my only hope, God chooses which path Marius will take, I place my burden in His hands. I studied the simple movement of the rise and fall of his chest, which seemed to hold his life and future, what proved he was still with me. But then to my horror, it stopped.
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