I only own Marceline.
As Fantine returned to consciousness, she noted voices nearby. The first was gruff and masculine, with a disapproving tone.
"I still think we should take her to a hospital."
"Oh, please. Thin blankets in a cold room, she'd be dead b'fore th' night was out." This second voice was gentler, but still rough with a thick Scottish accent. A cool dampness coated Fantine's forehead and a thick blanket was tucked under her side. She groaned quietly, reaching up to touch the wet cloth on her brow.
"Mornin', sleepin' beauty." the Scottish woman smiled as the blonde's eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was bright grey eyes twinkling happily, set like silver and surrounded by dusky thick eyelashes. As the face came into focus she noted the light sprinkling of freckles and ringlets of red-brown hair hanging in her face.
Reality flooded back to fantine as she realized that she still had no money. She sat up quickly and a rush of pain hit her, making her lay back down, clutching her temple. The woman patted her cheek and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.
"Don't you be rushin' off now, girlie. You'll catch your death without some rest." she warned, measuring Fantine's temperature versus her own.
"But I need money for Cosette..." she insisted tiredly, trying to sit up again. The woman held her down.
"Who's Cosette, dear?"
"My daughter. She's ill and if I don't send them enough money-"
"Sh, sh sh. Fantine, I think you should start from the beginning." And with a deep breath, she did. Fantine explained the affair and resulting pregnancy, trying to raise Cosette on her own, and finally giving her up to the Thenandiers. Many tears were shed by both women, a few escaping ValJeans eyes as well. She cried quietly under the pair's kind gaze, allowing them to touch her comfortingly.
"Fantine, I think you should stay here. The street is no place for a young mother. I'll go get Cosette myself." Fantine looked up at her with tearful eyes.
"Oh no, I couldn't-"
"Yeh can and yeh will. Yer literally working yerself t' death. And where will little Cosette be when yer gone and can't send any money?" Fantine was silent. "Yeh say 'ere with me. Give Cosette her mum back."
When she was done, the dark-haired woman cooed comforting words until Fantine fell back asleep. As soon as she was, she escorted ValJean into the other room, yanking roughly on his arm.
"What're we gonna do? That poor woman, no home, no money for herself, let alone a child."
"It's all my fault.." Marceline rolled her eyes, gripping his wrist tightly.
"Dun be stupid, Jean. It would have come to this one way or another. Now listen, you've got to go save that innocent, but get back here once you've cleared his name."
"But-"
"But nothing. You have a responsibility to Fantine. Get back here, don't let yourself be followed, take care of Fantine. You'll probably be back before me."
"Where're you going?"
"I'm going to get Cosette."
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