Eponine didn't understand. Of course she understood what had happened medically. The nurse explained it to her as Eponine bit her thumb nail. Amnesia was common and he should recover in a month or so. Familiar settings, old routines. But what Eponine didn't understand was why him. Why her Enjolras.
"He's a hero, ma'am. Without him saving his friends, they would have been goners," The nurse said, an attempt to make Eponine feel better.
It didn't.
And then she was alone with Enjolras again. Eponine could almost taste the awkward tension.
Enjolras didn't say anything for a moment, the only sound being the nurse's Ked's squeaking on the freshly cleaned floor outside.
"So. Eponine," Enjolras said suddenly, "What's my life like. What do I usually do?"
Eponine smiled a bit. Even though he didn't recognize her, he was the same boy she had fallen in love with.
"Well, usually, you get up earlier than I do and I suspect you get Dunkin Donuts for coffee because I see daily receipts," Eponine said with a smile, "Then you go to work and we get take-out because God knows I can't cook. You love Chinese and Mexican, but hate Thai and Italian. Then, you'll watch the Yankees and you wear your hat during every game that your dad got you for Christmas four years ago. Then, you'll go to sleep,"
"Wow," He said with his crooked grin, "It doesn't seem like much has changed since 1997," Eponine nodded.
"So, tell me more. What's going on in the world?" He asked, leaning against the pillow, his voice raspy, "Who is the president?"
"George W. Bush," Eponine said with a smile, leaning against her hand, "We both voted for him,"
"Republican or Democrat?" He asked, slightly amused.
"Republican,"
"Why would I vote Republican?"
"I was wondering the same thing for a couple of months myself,"
Eponine smiled at him and he smiled back. Maybe things could go back to the way they were. Just maybe.