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Javert collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to kneel on the wooden floor to say his prayers. He turned over onto his back, staring at the wood, listening to the gentle sighing of the ocean, and the loud screeching of the gulls above. He closed his eyes in memory of that morning the other day. He didn't know why it hurt him so much on the inside to hurt 24601. He felt a pain in his chest, like a vortex that led right to the prisoners cell. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. He still saw 24601's eyes as he sentenced him to four more years. He saw desperation, anger, and a swelling of hate. But behind all of that, a bit of…happiness, hope, joy, love? He sat up in his bed as he heard footsteps approaching. He put his bed back in order, smoothed his hair, and sat down at his desk, a book open, pretending to translate the Latin into French. Sure enough…knock knock knock.

"Come in.," he said, not looking up from his book.

"Monsieur Warden?"

Javert looked up from his book at the impish doctor who was trembling.

"You bothered me why?"

"P-prisoner ValJean-"

"Who?"

"24601.he…he has a fever. A bad one. His bones. The breaks…they're infected. B-badly. W-we have to take him to a hospital on the mainland…or he'll die."

With that news, Javert put down his quill, and faced the doctor, worried.

"Take me to him."

With that he stood up, and followed the doctor, getting more and more worried by the second. When he finally got to 24601's cell, he noticed the usual cellmates weren't there. He stepped in, and we meet by a wall of heat. He noticed the writhing mass of blankets on the wooden mattress. Then his face turned toward him. Avert had to keep from crying out and rushing over to 24601's side. His face was screwed with a grimace of pain. He did walk over and kneel at 24601's side, brushing off the sweaty hair from his face. He saw the prisioner's eyes open.

"J-javert? Not another fever dream…" with that he fell back into unconscious. Javert turned toward the doctor.

"If he stays here, how long?"

"Only a few weeks. If we take him to the mainland, with medicine, and if he gets worse, we could take him to Paris."

"He'll go to the mainland. Il go with him."

"Javert! What on earth?" the doctor said, completely stunned so he forgot to address Javert with respect.

"Do you really think that I am going to send a convict outside alone? Get packed. We leave immediately." Javert walked back into his room, closed the door and sat down head in his hands. How could he do that to his convict? Wait? His convict? Since when was ValJean his convict? Wait..When did he start referring to him as ValJean? He was just so…. confused by the conflicting emotions in his chest. He stood up and started packing his meager possessions. By the time he was in the coach, to take ValJean to the hospital, he fingers were permanently glued to his small silver cross that was around his neck at all times.

He saw ValJean..damnit! 24601 get carried in wrapped in blankets and layed down on the bench across from his. There was some space left by his head, and Javert managed to squeeze him slef in , laying ValJeans head in his lap, under the pretense that his head needed to be elevated. He kept praying to God that He wont let ValJean die. Every time he heard a moan of pain from the man in his lap, a dagger was driven into his chest. When they reached the hospital, he was right there, next to him as the nurses wrapped him up, injected some clear liquid into him, and left a bowl of broth on the bedside table. He sat down on a chair near the bed, worried to death, but eventually sleep overcame him.

He heard a moan in the darkness, and his name being called, "Javert….Javert!" he looked up from his chair to see his prostitute mother, beaten, bruised, and heavily pregnant, but wearing a clean linen gown and bathed in a white light. "M-mother?" he asked, hardly daring to believe that it was she, she who raised him in that stinking hovel of a prison. "Yes Javert, my darling boy. It is I. No, don't speak" she said, after he opened his mouth to ask some questions. "I am here to give you a message. You have finally found happiness. Don't lose it…." With that she faded into the darkness…

Javert jolted awake, breathing heavily, book jolted down to the floor.

"I've finally found happiness?" he questioned, glancing over at the new-ly shaven ValJean. "Don't lose it."

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