The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 27

Courfeyrac felt his whole world fall apart. The love of his life was dead. "You bastards!", he yelled. Gavroche was scared. He looked like a little scared puppy. He ran straight into Courfeyrac's arms. Gav had started to cry.

"She saved me. She pushed me away before the bullet could hit me.", Gavroche said. The barricade was silent. Glances were exchanged as the woman Courfeyrac had loved, was gone now. Grantaire pushed a bottle of wine in Courfeyrac's hand. "No, thank you.", he said.

Enjolras pushed Courfeyrac. "What did you think you were doing? Bringing your pregnant fiancée to the barricade? In the risk of her being shot.", he yelled. "It's not your family who's gone. It's mine. My love and my baby. They're gone. They were too young. Juliette was 20.", Courfeyrac said, sitting down.

In the meanwhile, Combeferre went to the other side to get her body. He walked to the other side of the barricade and put her down on the ground. Joly took a closer look. She was breathing. She was alive.
The bullet had hit her in the left shoulder. "Why did you do this?", Feuilly asked.

"I couldn't let Gavroche die. It's my mother instincts. Blame them.", she said, weakly. "I'm going to remove the bullet from your shoulder. Can you stand up?", Joly asked. "Yes.", she said and got up. Slowly but still.

Courfeyrac was still sitting inside, crying his eyes out. Joly and Juliette walked to the meeting room where Joly kept his medical stuff, like needles. "Okay, this will hurt. I am sorry.", he said. Then he used tweezers to pull the bullet out. She let out a whimper but that was it.

"I got the bullet out. Let me stitch this up.", Joly said and then he started on his work. "Why is Courfeyrac crying? Let me go to him!", Juliette said after he had finished stitching her up. "He thinks you have died while saving Gavroche."

"You at the barricade, listen to this! The people of Paris sleep in their beds. You have no chance, no chance at all. Why throw your lives away?", the guard yelled. "Let us die, facing our foes. Make them bleed while we can!", Enjolras yelled.

"Make them pay through their nose!", Combeferre yelled. "Make them pay for every man!", Courfeyrac added. "Let others rise, to take our place. Until the earth is free!"
"Canons!", the guards yelled. The Battle has begun once again. Bullets were flying around.

The canons were positioned and ready to destroy something....or someone. The barricade broke in pieces after the canons were shot.
Some of her friends had died. Feuilly, Bahorel, Bossuet.

She saw Courfeyrac being shot. She immediately ran up to him. "Are you the angel that takes me to Juliette?", he asked. "No, but somewhere safe."
"Let me help you.", Grantaire said. He was sober for once. He clearly wanted to get out of here. Grantaire was stronger than her, obviously because he was a man.....and not pregnant.

They ran as fast as they could to the hospital. Courf couldn't die. He just couldn't. They reached the hospital. "Please, I need your help. My husband. He was shot. Our way crossed the barricade!", she yelled.

A nurse and a doctor took him away from them. Now, you had to wait. But at least, you had Grantaire at your side to keep you company.

(A/N: so this just happened. Maybe I'll update this again tonight, maybe tomorrow ♡ leave your thoughts on this chapter below ♡)