A/N: You guys ready for the barricades? Also, earlier in the story I said I was doing fluff for ships. I had decided it against it for this story, but know I'm going to do it in my other story, Meetings. So, if you want a fluff drabble for a ship, just say it in reviews or PM for Meetings, and that's where it'll end up. With that note, let's get back to the first attack.
The national guardsmen came in swarms, attack the pile of furniture. The students kept firing back. Éponine was fighting right up at the front line, taking down soldier after soldier. She was next to Marius, and was keeping one eye on him. As the fighting progressed, she noticed Marius becoming more and more uncovered. And then she saw the rifle poking towards him.
Marius didn't see the rifle, and the rifle had a clear shot, right in between his shoulder blades. Éponine started to panic. She knew that it was likely she and Enjolras would die, and she was prepared to fight. But for Marius, his Cosette was still safe. If Marius survived, they'd have a happy ending. Marius couldn't die, not now, not at the very first attack. So, Éponine grabbed the barrel of the gun, and shoved it to herself right. The bullet entered somewhere in her torso, and Éponine was thrown back.
Everything was fuzzy, and Éponine was in a lot of pain. She could hear the battle continuing, and the sound was very thick. She saw Marius turn to look at her, and then turn back. Marius was holding fire in his hand and shouting. The battle died down. Éponine heard shouting, none of which she understood. She saw an angel looking at her with fear and concern. Someone picked Éponine up, and she cried out in pain. Her head lolled down, and she watched something red dripping down onto the ground. The shouting became clearer "Someone get Joly!" a person cried out.
Éponine was laid on a table and an anxious face looked at her. Her shirt was ripped open, and her abdomen was examined. "Keep Gavroche out!" a voice commanded. Éponine looked over and saw the angel, who was sad. Éponine saw a mass of curly, black hair watch her with sadness. "The bullet still in there!" the boy yelled. Éponine screamed in pain as the bullet was fished out of her wound. Her hands were being held by people, and someone was stroking her hair, and pushing it out of her eyes. The boy working on her wound frowned, "R, I need that alcohol," he said. The guy with the black curls poured some alcohol into the wound to clean it. Éponine screamed in pain again. The guy went over and poured some down her throat. The alcohol was burning down her throat, but the pain numbed. And everything faded to black.