here is a role play if jean valjean, enjolras, javert, grantaire and combeferrac did not die

Would this start right after the barricade? So Enjolras, Grantaire, etc. would all just be very wounded?

Yar

Very cool!

Enjolras lays unconscious, bleeding profusely from the eight gunshots to his torso, in the Musain cafe, lying atop the red flag which he held as he was shot down. He appears dead, his face pale as a ghost, his once-white shirt now stained to match his vest and the flag he lays on.

Grantaire groaned and lifted his head blinking away the black spots that clouded his vision. He sat up slowly and clutched his shot shoulder. "Enj ... Please no! Enjolras!" Grantaire screamed trying to move over

Enjorlas groaned a little, but did not waken, too weak and injured to hear Grantaire, much less respond.

"Thank god, Enj. Come on wake up, your the strongest. Come on!" Grantaire screamed cring from the pain and because she had almost lost Enjolras

Enjolras's eyes slowly, weakly flutter open. The blue eyes are glazed and unfocused, and he quickly closes them again against the light that hits them, wincing extremely weakly.

Grantaire stumbled onto his knees and crawled still cradling his arm and leaking blood onto the floor, towards Enjolras. "Open your eyes, do it Enjolras, do it for me!" He shouted sitting next to him

Weakly, Enjolras's glazed eyes flutter open once more, and this time they focus slightly on Grantaire's face. A hoarse, choked word slips from Enjolras's lips. "G-Grantaire...?"

"Oh, oh. Never do that again!" Grantaire exclaimed gently hugging him

At the contact, Enjolas lets out a cry of pain, squeezing his eyes tight against the agony in his torso.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry," Grantaire stuttered and surveyed Enjolras' njuries. "I hope you don't mind me saying ... But ... Ou look like hell," he stated

"I feel like it," Enjolras croaked, coughing a little, blood showing on his lips.

"We need to get someone ... Anyone," Grantaire exclaimed hurriedly. "But everyone's here ..."

Enjolras just swallowed thickly, his eyes slipping closed again, his breath coming out in small hitches and gasps.

Grantaire looked around, "Marius, where the hell is Marius!" He exclaimed stumbling to his feet

"I t-think I s-saw h-him fall..." Enjolras whispered weakly from his position on the ground. Only then did he notice the blood soaking his friend's shoulder, and he tried with no success to sit up. "Y-you're hurt..."

"Not as bad as you my friend. We need to get you some help, I'll go look outside. I think we're in the cafe," Grantaire murmured and slowly stood up

Enjolras coughed weakly again, more blood appearing on his pale lips. A quiet, choked whisper escaped his lips. "T-the c-count....What's the c-count? Are we w-winning?"

Grantaire looked around sighed. "Enj, I think we have lost. Everyone is here ... They are dead,"

Horror crossed Enjolras's eyes, and a single tear escaped from his glazed eyes. "Everyone? Are you s-sure?"

"The only one I cannot see is Marius ..." Grantaire murmured looking at the rows of the dead.

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Combeferre awoke and groaned rolling over and threw up on the floor

Enjolras's glazed eyes slid shut once more, a small hitched breath, sounding almost like a sob, escaping him.

"Enj, Enj!" Grantaire shouted. "Don't die on me, Combeferre is alive!" He exclaimed

"C-Comef.....ferre..." Enjorlas whispered weakly, not opening his eyes, only turning his head slightly towards Grantaire's voice.

"It's the three of us. Like we promised, stay with us!" Grantaire shouted and crawled over to Combeferre. "Not you as well, Combeferre!" He begged

Enjolras remained still on the floor, coughing and struggling for breath, trying to fight off the blackness closing in through his brain.

Grantaire help Combeferre up and sat him up. "I am going to get help, don't let him fall asleep," Grantaire stated and Combeferre nodded slowly. Grantaire stood up anat hobbled holding his chest with his none wounded arm holding his chest

Enjolras coughed weakly as Combeferre approached his side. Weakly, the beautiful young man's eyes blink slowly open, and his glazed focus slides over to his friend. "C-Comeferre...."