::Cosette::

Cosette saw him coming. A silhouetted figure, with a heavy burden in his arms. He stepped into the light of a street lamp. Cosette jumped with surprised. It was a man, and in his arms was . . . Eponine! The man looked one way, then the other, and slowly approached Cosette's house.

She ran downstairs and opened the door before he could knock.

"What happened to her?" Cosette demanded.

"Shot." Said the man. Cosette looked down at Eponine.

"Does she have a pulse?" The man nodded. "Bring her in, I'll see what I can do." He stepped over the lower doorframe and carried Eponine indoors.

"I am Enjolras." The man announced once they were inside. "Eponine told me about you." He looked at Eponine's figure, almost lifeless in his arms. Cosette nodded.

"Then you must already know my name." She said. He nodded.

"Follow me." She led him upstairs and into a fairly large bedroom. "This is the guest bedroom." She said softly. "Lay her down on the bed while I go get my father, he'll know what to do." Enjolras nodded and walked father into the room. He laid Eponine down on the bed and pulled the covers away, he didn't want to stain anything with her blood.

Footsteps approached the door a moment later, and middle- aged man entered, followed by Cosette. He was holding a bowl of water, and several pieces of cloth. He lit a candle and instantly the room brightened. He washed off Eponine's wound with one towel that he had soaked with water, and another he used to bandage the wound. The last, he put on her forehead after wetting it slightly.

After a short time, he looked up from his handy work. "I am Cosette's father." He said. "But you may call me whatever you wish." Enjolras nodded. Cosette smiled.

"Eponine should be conscious by tomorrow, or at the latest a few days. You can stay here until she is, or you can go and we'll take care of her." Enjolras did not even take time to consider.

"I think I'll stay here, if it isn't too much to ask Thank you." Cosette nodded.

"The second guest room is down the hall to your left. Monsieur Enjolras." Enjolras started. No one had ever called him "Monsieur" before.

"Yes, thank you." He stammered, and walked out of the room, and down the hall. Cosette stared after him. It was so obvious to her that Enjolras had feelings for Eponine, so why didn't he just admit it?

"Men." Cosette muttered. She sat down on the bed next to Eponine, and her arm brushed Eponine's. "She's freezing!" Cosette thought aloud. She quickly pulled the sheets up over Eponine, leaving her head exposed.

"Cosette?" Said a voice from the other side of the room. Cosette jumped slightly.

"Papa!" She cried. "I didn't realize you were still here!" He nodded and walked over to her.

"Cosette, who are these people?" She hesitated, but gave in when he gave her an impatient glare.

"Alright. Do you remember when you thought you heard voices coming from my room Earlier tonight?"

He nodded. Cosette sighed. "Well, you did." He raised his eyebrows at her. "It was Eponine." She pointed to the unconscious figure in the bed. "She came to talk about . . . about something." Cosette tried to sound innocent. He looked at her suspiciously.

"And the other?" He beckoned at the door.

"Oh, him? I haven't a clue." Cosette Replied. "He just showed up here tonight and he was carrying Eponine so I just let him in . . . I suppose."

"You suppose?" Cosette looked down.

"Sorry Papa, I know I shouldn't let in people I don't know, but Eponine is my friend!" He raised his eyebrows at her again.

"And how long have you known this . . . this Eponine?" Cosette thought for a moment.

"About a day." She admitted. He nodded.

"Listen, Cosette, It's late. You should get some rest. Go. I'll watch her." Cosette nodded sleepily and walked out of the room. Juts thinking about all of this made her tired. Just hours ago she had seen Marius in the alley talking to someone. That someone had been Eponine. Then later, Eponine was shot, all in one day. It had seemed like an eternity since this all began. When Cosette got to her room, she changed into her nightdress and got in bed. Moments later she was asleep.