Vive La France

CH 2

The next morning my dad and i went a new route, when I asked him about it he murmured something about a man who broke his parole. A man carrying a little girl crossed our path and Javert started chasing him. Once he was gone, Gavroche appeared out of the crowded streets. "Ello miss! Lemme show you my hangout!" He says cheerfully. I follow him on Boone, when we neared a statue of an elephant i heard a bang and felt a piercing pain in my side. I fell off of Boone and Gavroche screamed "Enjolras!(sob) she was one of my (sob) kids! She was my friend." Enjolras rushed over and said in a serious voice. "She could be tricking you! She is Javert's daughter!" gavroche yelled angrily "She's not! I c'n tell when im bein' played a fool!" I weakly pulled the patch Gavroche gave me out of my pocket and Enjolras's face turned to one of regret. "Oh no... What have I done!" He yells and picks me up like a baby. He rushes me to Bahorel, a barricade boy who studied medicine. "Please... Fix my mistake." Enjolras said and laid me in Bahorel's arms. " Dont you worry, Aim, my ol' gal. Bahorel here will take good care'v ye." Gavroche says comfortingly. Bahorel gently carried me away, I, being woozy from bloodloss, couldn't tell where he was taking me. My vision started fading in and out, going black for longer periods at a time. Sounds around me became muffled, I felt like I was underwater. Eventually the noises of Paris dwindled away completely, as did the sights.
When my eyes finally fluttered open, I saw Gavroche sleeping nearby, face red from recent tears. "G-Gav?" I croaked. His head jerked up and he looked at me "Ay! I knew ye'd be alright!... An' I wasn't cryin! Men don't cry!" He whispered rather loudly, trying not to awaken the other slumbering rebels. I smirked gently and try to move, but stop once I feel a slight hint of pain, knowing if I continue it will hurt more. Gavroche doesn't seem to notice. "Enjolras thought he killed ye. But I knew better!" He stops for a while, then tiptoes over and spreads his messy little jacket over me. "'s cold in 'ere.." I faintly whisper my thanks, and his face lights up at the sound of my voice. " get some rest. I'll see ye in the morning!"