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9:00 am

Cosette was the first one to wake up that morning which, honestly, wasn't really that surprising. Her father had been exhausted that night and Marius was still unconscious. Sunlight streamed through the windows. It was in this sunlight that she could finally see her Marius's face clearly. He had multiple bruises. One directly around his eye. A jagged cut cascaded down from his bottom lip. Cosette pressed a kiss against his temple. His burning hot skin met hers and she recoiled back in fear. Lips slightly parted, eyes full of concern. She placed a hand against his forehead. No. No this can't be happening. He was burning up!

"Papa?" Her voice cracked. It came out as a whisper, barely audible. She tried again, louder this time. "Papa?" She thought she might've heard a rustle. "Papa!" This time it was a shout. A plea. A cry out for help. Her father burst into the room, his eyes frantically darting around for any signs of danger.

"Cosette, what's wrong?" he asked as his eyes finally focused on her. His brow furrowed, and voice dripping with concern. With that, she broke down.

"I-I went to ch-check on M-M-Marius this morning a-and he-he's b-b-burning up a-and I-I don't w-want him t-to d-d-die-" Her chest heaved. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to explain the situation to her father.

Jean Valjean was a strong man. He picked up the feverish, injured young man without much effort. "We need to take him to a doctor. Cosette, get dressed quickly. I'll get the carriage ready." With that, he carried her love out of the room. Cosette grabbed the first dress she saw. She didn't take the time to brush her hair or stand in front of the mirror making sure everything matched as she so it an did. Her appearance was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

She stepped up into the carriage, Marius already laying down across the seats. She sat down and cradled his head in her lap and simply stroked his chestnut hair away from his pale, freckled face. She blinked back tears. Her mother had died when she was young. She couldn't bear to lose another person so close to her again.

12:00 noon

Cosette had rested her head on her father's shoulder. She clung to a now-soaked handkerchief. Please. She prayed. Please, God, don't let him die!

The doctor walked in, a somber expression riddled across his face. "I'm afraid he's pretty sick. His wounds were fairly infected and his fever was high. However, I believe he will live." Cosette's face visibly relaxed after hearing this news. Tears of relief squeezed out the corners of her eyes. "You brought him in at just the right time. Had you waited any longer and he might not have made it."

"Can I see him, please?" No sooner had the doctor nodded had Cosette jumped up from the seat and bolted down to the room where Marius lay. Slowly, she opened the door, and even more slowly, she walked in.

There, lying in a bed in the center of the room lay her love. She knelt down beside him and pressed a chaste kiss against each of his knuckles.

"Please, Marius." She whispered. "Please wake up and get better. For me. Can you do that for me? Please?" A couple tears escaped from her eyes. Her lips wavered. "Please?"

Marius's eyes fluttered open. His mouth opened slightly and he turned toward the source of the voice.

"Cosette? Cosette is that you?" Her mouth curled into a smile.

"Yes. Yes it's me! You're awake!"

"Oh, thank God yours is the first face I see!"

Unable to hold back anymore, Cosette leaned down for a passionate kiss. One mixed with tears, pain, but mostly, hope. Hope for the future. Hope that her love would live.

"Cosette, why are you crying? I am here. Alive. I'm not going to leave you. Ever. Pretty soon, we'll get married. I can see our future, Cosette. And you're in it. So smile, be happy! Cosette, I'm alive!"

"Yes." She dried the last of her tears. "Yes I can see it. I can see our future together." She squeezed his hand. "We'll be together." She let one last tear roll down her face before pulling up a chair next to him. "Get some rest. I'll stay by you all night." She placed one last kiss on his forehead before curling up in a chair.

Neither of them saw her father watching with sad eyes from the door frame.

Sorry if it seemed bad. I had a bunch of it typed really nicely and exactly the way I wanted, and it didn't save and was deleted. I couldn't really remember all the details I had put, so it didn't really come out the way I wanted it to.

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