The final battle was a massive bloodbath. A river of blood flowed through the cracks of the street, and bodies laid carelessly everywhere. The townspeople came out of their safe homes, and were shaken to their core at the sight of death and misery.
Eponine, had awoken from her surgery. She walked through the supposed doorway of the now deserted cafe. A lump began to form in her throat as she identified the faces on the dead bodies. Bahorel, he was shot through the neck and was killed instantly. Courfeyrac, he was shot in the stomach and probably died from blood loss. Eponine broke down at the sight of Gavroche lying beside a body. Why did they let Gavroche join the revolution? He was no older than 12. Eponine took his col hand and pressed it to her chest.
“ Gavroche...why?” She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She hated herself. She hated herself for not taking better care of her baby brother. She hated herself for letting him go to the dangerous streets. And she hated herself for not pulling Gavroche to safety while she risked her life for Marius.
As Eponine held tightly to the little hand, she felt a faint, strengthless tug on her tattered shirt. Looking down, she gasped.
The revolutionary leader’s chest went up and down, and there was still a pale pink left in his pale skin. Eponine gently caressed Enjolras’ delicate face, feeling a thin layer of heat on his skin.
“ Enjolras! Enjolras!” Eponine whisper shouted, trying not to let anyone hear her.
Slowly, Enjolras opened his eyes. Eponine beamed, and tried to pull the marble man up to his feet. Enjolras winced at pain forming in several places, this was when Eponine realized the multiple gun shot wounds on his body. As Eponine stared helplessly at the wounds, a familiar voice came from behind.
“ Eponine? Why are you still here?”
“ Monsieur Joly! Good God, you’re alive!” Eponine beamed at him for a second, then turned her focus back at Enjolras.
“ Can you save Enjolras?” Eponine pulled Joly over to Enjolras, who fell unconscious again.
“ I would do anything to save my leader, but first of all- we can’t let the National Guard see him.” Joly looked around, then slipped into an alley. Moments later, he came out with a small cart. Gently, he and Eponine carried the tall but frail man into the cart, and covered his face and upper body with Eponine’s coat. Quietly and quickly, they wheeled the cart away, going through a maze of alleys. They would rather take a less safe way in the alleys than being caught in the streets.
A while later, they finally arrived at Joly’s apartment. Joly’s home looked more like an operation room than a real, proper apartment. Medical supplies were tidily tucked into a corner, and medical textbooks were everywhere. Joly laid Enjolras on his clean bed and yelled out instructions,while Eponine whisked away to fetch the supplies. Carefully, Joly used the scissors to cut into Enjolras’ skin. Enjolras let out a scream, his fists pulling the sheets under him. Eponine grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. Joly handed her a spoon, and taught her how to insert it into Enjolras’ mouth.
“ So THAT was the thing I was biting onto while you took the bullet away!” Eponine exclaimed.
Joly let out a soft chuckle, and continued working on his friend. The rest of the operation was a blur- mainly blood. A lot of blood. But at last Joly took out the last bullet and began stitching up the wounds. Eponine counted the blood covered bullets, her eyes getting wider as the number of bullets grew larger.
“ Eight bullets!?” Eponine cried.
“ Yes, eight bullets! But he’s lucky that none of them entered his organs.” Joly started wrapping Enjolras’ wounds with white cloth.
