Eponine came to consciousness before she actually opened her eyes. She was aware of her surroundings, which was why she was aware that she was most definitely not in Enjolras' comfy bed, nor his warm couch. She could deduce, solely by the smell of the room, that she was in a hospital. Her next clues were the crinkly bed underneath her and the overly thin and itchy dress she was in. She couldn't help the way her stomach filled with lead, the clamminess of her palms, or her dry mouth when she fully grasped that she was in a hospital. She opened her eyes slowly, almost as if trying to convince herself that the slower she opened her eyes, the less likely it would be that she was in a hospital. Eponine couldn't help but let out a slight whimper at the sight of the all too familiar hospital walls that surrounded her. It calmed her slightly to see Enjolras sitting, more like slumped, on the chair next to her in a deep sleep. He had a slack grip on her hand, a telltale sign that he had been holding her hand quite tightly while she was asleep- unconscious. Although Eponine did enjoy watching a sleep Enjolras from time to time, she gently shook him awake. It took Eponine a couple more shakes of his arm before she was able to rouse him awake.
Enjolras woke up by a gentle tugging on his arm. He tried to swat it away, attempting to savour the last bit of sleep that clung onto him. He wanted to stay in its grip for just a moment longer, until of course he realized where he was and why he was there. He looked up at Eponine, who was finally awake.
'Eponine, dear God you're awake.' He gripped her hand once more before placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
'Why am I here?'
Enjolras knew that this was the first question Eponine was going to ask, he knew she also wasn't going to particularly care about his answer.
'Eponine, you're sick, and you needed help. I couldn't keep delaying taking you to get help any longer. I'm sorry but I had to take you.'
Eponine sighed and looked away from him, trying her hardest to come up with an argument against him. Although she tried her hardest, she could not argue against his reasons. She knew that Enjolras was aware of how much she hated hospitals and always respected her wished until he was unable to do so.
'Yeah but you could have just-'
'No Eponine, you were too sick, I couldn't have just.' Enjolras cut her off. ''Ponine, you have viral laryngitis, you have to stay here until you get better.'
Although Enjolras knew what Eponine was going to say, he still felt the flare of anger when she answered him.
'No I'm not.'