Enjolras and Eponine walked into the saloon carriage after walking through 4 carriages. Enjolras' injuries brushed against his old bandages, erupting stinging burns all over his body. He grunted as he finally sat down on a sofa in the saloon, dropping his book and belongings onto the ground. Eponine quickly fetched the first aid box and took out some fresh, clean bandages. Like how Joly taught her, she took off the old bandages and cleaned Enjolras' wounds. Enjolras pressed his lips tightly together, trying to hold back his grunts of pain. Quickly, Eponine wrapped the new bandages around Enjolras' torso, covering the ugly scars. Eponine was surprised at how fit Enjolras was. Although he had been in bed rest for the majority of the time now, he was able to maintain his looks. His biceps were still tight and strong, the veins still protruding under his pale skin. Muscles rippled under the skin of his torso, and his well sculpted chest was as solid as stone.
But doesn't he spend most of his time with books? How is he so... well built? Eponine thought.
"Eponine?"
Eponine's head shot up, and realised she was staring at Enjolras' chest for the past 5 minutes.
"Oh! Uh, I'm finished. You should be fine now...", she stuttered, and hastily rolled up the excess bandages and put them back into the first aid box.
Just then, the train came to a screeching halt. Enjolras titled forward while Eponine rushed to hold him back.
There were rough voices, speaking in sophisticated French accents.
"Bonjour, Monsieur. We are hunting for runaways suspected to be involved in the recent June Rebellion in Paris. Have you seen or encountered anyone suspicious? Perhaps heard of the name...Enjolras?"
Enjolras' eyes widened in panic. Is this the end?
"Eponine...", Enjolras reached into his pocket and pulled out a bundle of money, "Here are 100 francs. Use it wisely."
"But Enjolras! Why?" Eponine asked.
"The police. They are here to catch me. This might be the last time you see me. But if I do get arrested, I want to one last thing for the people. But I can't, so all I can do right now is help you."
"Enjolras, no, no, no, not yet." Eponine rushed over to the saloon door and peeked out of the window. The police were definitely poking their heads around every carriage.
"I have a plan." Eponine rushed back to the sofa and lightly pushed Enjolras onto his back on the sofa.
"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?" Enjolras asked in panic, as Eponine climbed on top of him.
"Doing my job. Being a former whore-"
Enjolras rolled his eyes, "Eponine, you are not a-"
"I was one, okay? And this might just come in handy."
Eponine took off her purple cardigan and threw it on the ground, exposing her angular shoulders, and loosened her corset. She shook her hair wildly, to create the morning after look. She ordered Enjolras to take off his jacket and shirt, which ended up on top of the mountain of clothing.
"Okay, now, relax." Eponine dipped her head and positioned it inches from Enjolras' panic stricken face. She took both of his hands and laid them on the small of her back.
Just then, the door swung open and a few men in uniforms walked in. They instantly stopped in their tracks at of a mountain of discarded clothing next to a passionate couple having a "great" time.
"Oh, it's just a self opened brothel here, sir! Nothing to see." The policemen said to their commander.
"Wait. Let me take a closer look." The commander slowly walked towards the sofa, where the girl was still smothering kisses all over the blonde man's face and body.
