I feel horrible, it's taken me FOREVER to get this chapter out. I sort of just lost track of time. I've been really busy with summer work for my advanced classes, finishing up shows, and all that jazz. I will say I have a horrible case of Post Show Depression, so any little feedback would make me extremely happy. By the way, I now have a Tumblr, which I believe I said the last time I posted, but if you would like to follow me just PM me and I'll give you my URL (I will for sure follow you guys back) But I'm sure you guys just want to read so here it is.

Disclaimer: I did not own Les Mis in the past, I don't think I own it now.

Chapter 25

Two days passed in the hospital, and for Eponine they were full of testing and sleeping. She dreaded sleeping though, for every time she closed her eyes, she didn't dream. She was back on that barricade. She saw snippets of conversation. The boys talked about her death, and the upcoming battle. She saw Enjolras plan his next move. She watched Grantaire drink like there was no tomorrow, and Marius cry over his darling Cosette. She noticed Gavroche finding his place among the boys, and Monsieur Fauchelevent show up at the barricade as well. To Eponine, this was her second reality. She was watching over her friends after death, but when she woke up she found herself in a whole new life completely different and irregular from the one she had before.

Enjolras had been visiting not just every day, but every few hours if possible. Though Eponine could barely remember but a few blurry images before her accident, she could tell just by the way he acted that they had been in love. Almost as in love as Eponine was in the past, the past she could remember, the past she kept being told was only a dream.

It was late afternoon, and instead of sleeping again, where she would be forced to watch her previous life, she decided instead to stay awake and watch what the nurse called a "movie". It was a lot like live theatre, or what Eponine thought it would be like (she had never seen a show), except the picture was on a screen, and the actors weren't doing it live in front of you. This movie was about a rich girl and a poor boy who board a gigantic ship together where they fall in love, but the girl is already engaged to another man. It was according to the nurse a "classic". Eponine loved it, she felt the emotions of the characters. Their pain, their love, their want. She was nearing the end when Enjolras came to visit.

"Back already? You were already here earlier today!" Eponine said shocked. She wasn't angry; actually she found it quite funny.

"Yes but that was during school, and I only had a few minutes during study hall," Enjolras said as though that was the most obvious thing in the world, "Now school is over, I can stay for a few hours. That is, as long as you don't mind. I know you need your space, but I hate leaving you here alone, when you're so fragile."

"No I don't mind at all. Speaking of school, I thought I could ask you a few questions about me. Try to jog my memory a little bit," she suggested.

"Okay what would you like to know?"

"Well Azelma said I was a senior in school, and that I was in the top ten of my class, what does that mean?"

He laughed quietly before answering her, "It means you're on your last year of schooling, and that you are smart. But don't let it go to your head to much, you're only the ninth."

"Are there only ten kids in our school?" This whole school thing was really too confusing for her.

"Not nearly," Enjolras laughed again, "You live in New York City. Even though we go to a private school, it's still bigger than that."

Now she had a better idea where she was, but a private school? Weren't her parents a little cheap for that? "This may sound weird, but are my parents still, you know, thieves?"

"In a sense yes," He answered, "But You and Ali are on scholarship, and Gav goes to the local public middle school, if that's what you were asking."

That made much more sense to her now, but she still she had more questions, "Okay, on another topic, I have a few questions about me and you. How did we…"

"Get together? Start dating?" Enjolras paused knowing the last one might be going a little far, "Fall in love?"

"Yes exactly."

"I think that's something you should find out for yourself."

Eponine just wanted to know, she really wasn't in the mood for these mind tricks, "I'm trying to do that right now!"

Enjolras laughed, "No, I meant wait for it to come back to you. Maybe if you get some sleep it will. I'll be right here when you wake up if you want to take a nap."

"No!" she protested, "I don't realize anything when I sleep. That's all people keep telling me! 'Why don't you get some sleep? Why don't you try to remember? I'm sure it will come back to you.' But it's not! Is it that hard to understand? Nothing is coming back to me, because this isn't my life! This is not me!"

"Shhh…. Just close your eyes. Please for me."

"Are we ready? Expect an attack from the left. I think I can hear them now," Enjolras whispered over to Combeferre who then spread it around for him.

Feuilly ran up suddenly to Enjolras, "We're out of ammunition. We won't be able to fight them."

"I'll go to the streets, there are dead bodies with lots of ammunition," Marius suggested overhearing their conversation.

"No he must not go," Monsieur Fauchelevent cut in, "He is only a young boy. I'll go."

None of them had noticed Gavroche standing behind them. He had overheard every word they had just said, "You need someone faster. I'll go! I volunteer!"

Gavroche started to head over the barricade before anyone could stop him. It didn't take long for everyone to notice. There were shouts of "No!", "Gavroche get down!", and "Don't you dare!" but Gavroche did not listen. Suddenly a gunshot pierced the air. Everyone was holding their breath, but he continued to climb over the opposite side. Becoming an easier target, he was shot at again, but this time he was hit. The hit was not so bad though, if he had gone back then, he would've healed just fine. But he didn't. Gavroche continued to retrieve ammunition. Another shot. This time, he was not so lucky. The bullet hit him. Gavroche was dead.

Eponine woke up suddenly breathing in and out quickly unable to contain her emotions over what she had just seen. Enjolras was still in the room, watching over her, "Eponine! Calm down, you're hyperventilating. Should I get a doctor?"

"No!" She said between breaths, "No please. I'm. Fine."

"Are you sure? What happened?"

"You won't believe me, but Gavroche just died."

Enjolras looked at her like she had gone insane, "No he's fine. I just talked to him a few minutes ago."

"No not that Gavroche. My Gavroche at the barricade," Eponine explained, "I don't think I can go back to sleep."

"I don't think you should."

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