I am so sorry guys! Some friends passed away unexpectedly and it kinda threw me, plus with mid terms and the play I'm in. Excuses I know. I am truly sorry though. I wrote this chapter as quickly as I could so it's probably not the best. I apologize again. And again. Plus it's sadly short.

" You think it'll work?" Montparnasse asked.

"Yeah, Éppie has always been protective of those little brats." Thénardier sneered.

Thénardier's office was dimly lit. Shelves were lining the wall filled with broken gadgets, junk, and props. Montparnasse was running his foot over a dark red patch on the ground.

"Uh. Why-why do we need her again?" Brujon asked

"Who would be lookout? And unless you can charm a man long enough to get into his pockets, you'd best shut your mouth and let us do the thinking." Thénardier said.

"Are we going after the boy next?" Babet asked.

"Nah. 'Zelma shoulda been good enough. If she doesn't come back in a few days, then we'll talk about it."

"You promised her to me." Montparnasse said under his breath

"What did you say?" Thénardier asked

"I just said that you had promised her to me..." he mumbled.

"That has nothing to do with getting her out of that blasted house. Stupid can wait."

At the sound of an opening door in the house, Thénardier turned away from his men, he listened for a moment before shouting, "Azelma!"

"Coming Papa." The girl said, opening the door.

"I see your sister did not join you."

"Ah, no. She didn't." She said looking down.

"Will she be joining us later?" He asked, mocking a pleasant tone.

"I don't kno-"

"Rethink that answer girl."

"Papa, I honestly don-" She began

Thénardier grabbed Alzma's hair and held her face close to his. "Tell the truth. 'Zel."

"I- I think so." She whispered.

"Good." She dropped her to the floor and walked over to a cabinet, unlocked it, grabbed a slice of bread and threw it to his daughter. "Get out of here." She grabbed the bread and scrambled out of the room.

"I knew Éppie couldn't stay away."

Sunlight fell on Éponine's face. She squinted as she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked adjusting to the light. She shivered, her head was killing her, but so was her whole body. Pushing it from her mind, she started to stretch and quickly stopped, inhaling sharply as pain coursed through her body. Gasping slightly she placed her hand over her bandaged chest and quickly drew back, her hand was damp. Slowly Éponine sat up and looked at her chest. Her shirt was soaked in a watery red colour. "No no no." She quietly pleaded.

There was soft knock at the door. Éponine grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her chin.

"How are- Éponine?" Enjolras rushed to her side and felt her head. "Éponine..." He pulled his hand back. She could see her sweat on his hand. Realizing how awful she must look, she tried to smile.

"I'm fine." She croaked. She could tell he didn't believe her. She watched his eyes flick down to her chest. She glanced down and saw the wetness had seeped through the sheet.

"No. You're not." He pulled the sheet from her hands, she tried to keep her grip, but she wasn't strong enough to hold on. "Éponine, I'm trying to help." Unbuttoning her shirt, they saw her skin beaded with sweat. "Are you hot Éponine?" He asked feeling her forehead.

She shook her head no. "Liar." He nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Enjolras then grabbed scissors from Joly's medical bag, and began cutting the bandages, with the first cut he could see angry red streaks, the bandages fell away revealing a sickening sight. The cut on Éponine's chest was red and swollen, blood and pus were flowing from it.

Éponine and Enjolras both stared in shock at the infected area. "Um. I'm going to go get Joly. Don't, uh, don't move." He grabbed some gauze and put it on the cut. "Hold this." Éponine did so. "Don't move it." He started for the door.

"Enjolras, wait."

"Éponine I have to get you help. Promise to stay right where you are. I'll just be a moment."

"Okay." She whispered as he left, leaving Éponine alone. She couldn't get sick now. She had to get home and be there for Azelma. And what of Gavroche? She knew he could take care of himself, but she usually gave him food and money anyway. She had responsibilities to attend to. She thought about getting up, then thought better of it. The more she rests the sooner she can get back.

She turned her face to the window. She could see the other side of the street, people walking up and down the cobblestone, and see the tops of carriages. Slowly she drifted asleep.

"Éponine. Éponine, wake up." Her head ached worse than before, and she was feeling nauseous. Joly had woken her. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine." She replied. Joly raised his eyebrow and Enjolras cleared his throat. "Not fine." She sighed.

"I'm just going to check on your cut. Okay?"

Éponine nodded. Joly removed the gauze from her chest, he cursed under his breath. "Okay. This is going to hurt. A lot. I'm sorry in advance." He grabbed a thin knife and alcohol.

"Woah. What are you doing?" Éponine asked.

"I have to drain the pus."

Éponine exhaled before shakily agreeing. Enjolras walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed her hand.

"It'll, uh, be okay." He reassured her. Joly then began to drain the pus. Éponine closed her eyes, but it wasn't as bad as she was expecting. Then she felt the alcohol on her skin. The pain burst through her chest like a white light. Her whole body tensed as the pain continued for what felt like ages. Enjolras let out a sort of yelp. Éponine squinted and saw the pained expression on his face, then she glanced down at their hands and she loosened her grip and smiled slightly, but only for a moment, Joly poured the alcohol and once again she was holding onto his hand for dear life. Finally the pain stopped. Éponine opened her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Joly was dabbing the blood and pus away.

"Enjolras, could you grab the jar on the desk?"

"If my hand isn't broken I would be pleased to." He laughed, getting up and stretching his hand. He handed the jar to Joly.

"This is, uh... It's supposed to help." Joly said with his fingers coated in the goop. He began to lightly dab the mixture on her cut, it stung at first, but relief quickly followed. She smiled slightly. "It feels good then, doesn't it? Perfect." Joly wiped his hand on a cloth and got up from the stool. "Just put this on every four hours or so." He said, handing the jar to Enjolras. " If her fever is gone by tomorrow morning, come and get me as fast as soon as you can." He whispered. Enjolras nodded as Joly headed out the door.

"So, now that we have that wonderful little jar, can I go home?" Éponine asked, sitting up. "Because I really need t-" She hissed in pain and collapsed into the bed. Enjolras rushed over to help her, she pushed his hands away.

"Éponine. You can't go home right n-."

"They need me! You saw Alzema! I can't let that happen aga-"

"How will you going help them at thi-" Enjolras interrupted.

"Papa won't hit Azel-"

"Exactly! He'll hit you Éponine!"

"Better me than her! I need to be there for her!"

"If I let you go, and tomorrow you end up dead, how will that help them? Hmm? Enlighten me? Because I think it will just make things much much worse mademoiselle."

Neither broke eye contact, they were both notorious for their stubbornness. Finally Enjolras spoke.

"I am trying to help. You and your siblings. You can go if you want. I don't think you'll make it another day though. Do what you want." He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Éponine angrily, threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She grunted in pain, but she stood, despite the pain. She took two excruciating steps before she got dizzy, her eyesight began to dim and she hit the floor. "Enjolras!" She cried out.

She heard no footsteps. No door opened. No one came to her aid. Éponine laid on the floor for a few minutes. "Enjolras." She whimpered. Finally her eyesight came back, she rolled over and half crawled half dragged herself over to it. Stifling a scream, she pulled herself up. She wasn't fully on the bed, but it was as far as she could make it for now. A tear slipped down her cheek as she realized Enjolras was right. She knew she wasn't upset that he was, she was upset because she was letting 'Zema and 'Roche down.

Seriously. If you guys have any idea's for the plot, I am all ears. Or suggestions in general. Sorry the update took forever, then next will come sooner. I hope you have a good one.