Angels of the Battlefield

Chapter 4

Sorry if I haven't updated in a while, who knew how hard it is to break writer's block or to proofread one's work so that it's attainable. I think this will be about twenty chapters but I'm not sure. I've changed the rating to T, just in case.

The next day, when Eponine entered the café, the news was all around. Tomorrow there would be a march, a protest really. All members were expected to attend. Eponine bit her lip, she had heard reports from her spies that there was to be trouble from the government. But there was nothing she could do for her friends since they didn't trust her. Nothing except bring a pistol and medical supplies that she could hopefully use to heal a few of the wounded. For there was no doubt in her mind that there would be wounded. It was impossible for there not to be, unfortunately. She had no doubt that her farther and his men would be there to rob the bodies, the cruelty of people to do such a thing.

Suddenly Feuilly entered her line of sight looking slightly worried.

"Hey, Bruisqué," he started and was suddenly interrupted by the booming voice of Enjoloras.

"Allpeoplewho wish togo with me raise their hands," said the booming, precise voice of Enjoloras. All of the people who were in the room rose and cheered.

The rest of the day was lost in the whirlwind of activity for the prepared march. Feuilly had no time to continue his questions. All knew that the next day would be a big step for the revolution. While they all knew that it was dangerous, it showed the government that revolt was a foot; it also showed the people that there was a hope for them, for the promised revolution.

The next day shone bright. It seemed that all members of the revolt were nervous and that was before the police showed up. Soon there was a mini barricade in the streets and the fighting had started. Eponine was glad that she had brought a pistol and medical supplies. Both felt much more use than she liked. Just because she was a street urchin who's farther was the head of a notorious gang, didn't mean that she like killing.

Suddenly, the men who were in front of her, Feuilly, Enjoloras and Combefere, dropped, clutching their chests, where it appeared that they had been hit by bullets. Eponine rapidly looked around and saw a man who was aiming his rifle at her after having shot at her friends. Quickly, Eponine shot at him with her pistol, and got him dead on. However, it appeared that he was wearing a protective vest and so it didn't kill him. Taking out one of the throwing daggers that she always had on her person, she threw it at him right in the place where she had hit before.

Dropping, she looked at the three men's condition, pulling out the bullets and wrapping up the wounds. Then she dragged them into the tavern where the make-shift hospital was set up. Yelling at the men there to find a room where she could put the three, she climbed up the stair with them in tow to put them on the beds. Tired by the excitement, she almost fell asleep before she righted herself up, reminding herself that if she dosed now, it would mean death to the three men. Pouring some water at her face, she straightened and began to clean the holes, putting alcohol and yarrow leaves and water into a bowl, dipping a clean linen cloth in it and cleaning out those ghastly holes. She was lucky she was alive. These were defiantly the disadvantages of being one of the lower class; you got involved in things like this. Still perhaps Marius would be glad that she had helped his friends.

Someone shifted while she was cleaning the wound, it was Combefere and for the rest of the day they talked, she learned that he was a medical student and thus he taught her a variety of new tricks, many of which she used on her patients. Once in a while, some of the men would come in and it was from them that she learned the status of their group. There were no dead, and the three that she was caring for were the worst hurt. For this, Eponine was grateful. Also, they had successfully evaded the police and crept into the streets, where they lost their pursuers in the frantic movement of Paris.

Feuilly woke up after a while and he joined Eponine in conversation. Combefere and Feuilly were doing fine and in a few days, they left to rejoin "Les Amis". They brought with them, when they visited, congratulations from the men. It appeared that Eponine was now trusted and part of their elite. It seemed that she got countless invitations, to meetings and parties.

However, Eponine didn't care about any of that, she was fighting for Enjoloras' life; and losing. It appeared that the bullet had punctured one of his lungs and an infection had set in. When she finally disinfected it and sowed the wound up, she found that Enjoloras had pneumonia. It soon turned into bronchitis.

Combefere was in every day; helping Eponine save his friend. Once in a while, Enjoloras would wake and when he did he would tell tales about various revolutions; but it was obvious that he was delirious. He called for his farther, a woman called Fantine and a man called Jehan. It appeared that he was mad at Jehan for leaving her in the world alone and pregnant. Eponine was worried that he might not make it and what would "Les Amis" do if he died. Eponine began working harder than she'd known possible, fighting for the life of this great leader.

Cliff-hanger isn't it. Review so that I write the next one quickly. I already know the outcome but, it's going to be hard to link everything together I would like to thank my faithful reviewers.

Still writting hard,

flyery