After being assumed to be dead, Eponine finds it easier to pretend to be a boy that roams the streets. However, her disguise is soon uncovered by one of the surviving members of Les Amis de l'ABC, and Eponine must let sequences of her past return to...
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Theentirety of the Les Amis de L'ABC fell into chaos as one of their members was struck by the Night Guard. Enjolras' heart lurched, and he momentarily shut his eyes tightly at the first damage that his rebellion has inflicted. The time has finally come. Enjolras steel blue eyes lingered on the blood pooling around the recently shot young man, and he marvelled at the boy's gentle features.
Curiously, Enjolras tried to recognize him; that face certainly struck as familiar. He has seen that face numerous times before, and he just couldn't put a finger on it. Upon failure of distinguishing the boy's identity, Enjolras dismissed him as a civilian and thought little of it.
Beside the revolutionary leader was where little Gavroche stood, his eyes watering. "That was my sister," he whimpered, hastily drying his tears.
So it was a girl, Enjolras understood. His jaw clenched, plunging into realization that his rebellion has put a female civilian in danger. Has it come to this?
"Someone, retrieve the civilian," Enjolras barked, his voice clear and full of authority. He was bold and strong and his eyes blazed with the fire of the revolution. "Everybody, arm yourselves! Mabeuf, be the lookout; Bahorel, Combeferre, stay on guard and prepare to fire, but do not shoot any civilians. Someone, find a stretcher and fetch the injured girl. Joly, you stay at the back and attend to her health."
In the corner, a few Les Amis placed Eponine into a makeshift stretcher. Joly was very keen in observing the girl's vitals; her weak, thread-like pulse and heavy gasps were indicative of progressing shock. Spreading out a blanket onto the bare wooden floor, he instructed the men to set down their patient onto it.
"Apply pressure on the wound," Joly directed, gathering up as many clean sheets of cloth he could find, some for applying to the wound, the rest to bundle her up with. "Elevate her feet so her blood will circulate in her upper body."
The boys followed directions instantly, with adrenaline fuelling their movements. Outside the wine shop of Rue Mondetour, just by the barricade, was a bustling bunch of rebels working on the defense of their stronghold.
