::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.
