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Her delicate almond eyes fluttered open searching desperately to match her saviours face to a name. She realised where she had seen him, Café Musain. She often spent her days in there, hiding from her brutal father, watching Marius working. He had been there... Edw, no that wasn't it...Eth, no definitely not that... Enjolras! Yes that was it! He was the leader of it all, many women she knew all fancied him but then again they just wanted their money. They were always trying to get his attention, hanging onto his arm as he walked past; she knew some others from the Café but none of them slightly compared to Marius. His kindness, his beauty, his purity, his humour. In her eyes he was perfect.

Bringing her mind back to the real harsh world she managed to squeak out "Enjolras?" her voice questioning her own words.
"Yes, Grantaire get up, we have to find Joly. Urgently!" he said tapping Grantaire's shoulder heavily with his foot. Grantaire swore under his breath and pushed himself off the ground.

Then seeing the girl asked "who you got there?" he said inquisitively.

"Mademoiselle Thénardier, we must get her to Joly" Enjolras said as Éponine clutched her tiny body.

They paced quickly down the long streets, Grantaire being clueless to their path as he was in his usual state of drunkenness. Éponine had long since fallen asleep in Enjolras's arms and minute by minute her breathing was getting shallower, making Enjolras increasing worried. He tried to cradle her as much as he could, as an attempt to warm her small body. When they finally arrived at Joly's apartment door, Enjolras told Grantaire to get Joly. Grantaire hit the door loudly and the men heard groans from inside.

"What are you two doing here? It's late and I'd just gone to bed" Joly said irritably, then noticing the figure in Enjolras's arms he questioned carefully "Who's that?"
"Éponine, the girl who follows Marius like he's a religion. Found her in an alley screaming, a man ran off when I arrived. Please help her, she's hurt" his face getting more and more concerned as he talked.
"Bring her in, we'll see what damage was done" he said quietly. They walked into his hall through his study, which was covered in papers; he had clearly been working late into the night. They continued into his cosy warm bedroom, it was very simple. Enjolras guessed that like himself he spent his time working more than anything else.

"Put her down here, Grantaire go and sleep on the sofa there is a blanket already there. He's not exactly going to be much help in his state" he noted to Enjolras"."Can you go and fetch me a bowl of warm water and a clean cloth, and then you can rest on the arm chair in the living room. It's not the best of places but it's near the fire so it will be warm at least" Joly said as he began to examine the frail girl's body.

Once Enjolras had left the room, returned with the water and white cloth and had disappeared once more. Joly was able to fully help the poor girl. He took off the filthy rags she was wearing and put them to one side, cleaning her grey skin as her went, her skin was actually a pale tan but was hidden by the brown grime of the streets. As he cleaned more and more bruises were appearing on her skin, some were healing, therefore being a sickly yellow, others were fresh, being a deep pink. Joly was getting more and more shocked, what on earth did this girl put up with for a life? As he finally reached her shoulders undoing her thin bodice, he saw a nasty gash that had been opened up recently, blood had seeped out and dried. Causing the skin around to be stained and it hadn't stopped there, it must have been bleeding for the last few hours unnoticed. She was incredible damaged.

Stitching the wound carefully together, checking her pulse every few minutes. Joly then bandaged her chest to keep it as clean as possible; he then put her in a simple night shirt to keep her dignity. Now he was aware of this wound he began the search for other marks, cuts and injuries. Her head had a healing cut on one side, and on the other her skin was raw as if she had been hit. Her skinny neck had hand print bruises as if she had been throttled by someone. Joly shuddered, what was going on? He briefly checked her feet and ankles; he highly doubted there would be anything else. If she was being abused at home the common injuries were obtained on the face. As he moved the blanket further up so he could see her full legs he saw that her legs were almost completely purple, with her thighs newly injured. They had slits as if she had been pushed to the ground which would explain her torn clothing. Examining further, looking closer he gasped. Éponine had indeed been assaulted, she had been violently raped.