The wave ended, and the soldiers retreated for the night. Combeferre was checking to make sure everyone was okay when he passed by a small group gathered around a pile of garbage. Combeferre went over and his face paled when he saw the arm.
"Who's?" he asked Éponine.
"Bahorel," Éponine whispered. Combeferre knelt down and felt a pulse. He wasn't surprised to find nothing.
Combeferre stood up. "Clear the mess up, we can use some of the debris for the barricade," he said. He went to the café to continue his rounds.
He paused at the door, horrified by what he was seeing. Joly was kneeling next to a table, where a dead body lay. Joly was crying hysterically over the body. Courfeyrac couldn't see the face of the body, but he saw the bald head and his stomach dropped. More and more people were gathering behind him.
Combeferre went over to Joly, and put his hand on his shoulder. Bossuet was caked in blood and cold.
"I couldn't save him," sobbed Joly. "The bullets hit his lungs and heart. I just got him as he died," Joly broke down again. Courfeyrac hugged Joly and gently pried him away from Bossuet's body. Courfeyrac went over to Joly, knowing how it felt.