Hey! So, I'm sick again (and I literally just got over being sick) and bored so I'm going to try to get over my writer's block for this story.

Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain that I do not own Les Mis. Last time I checked, I am neither a British man nor a French man... nor a man at all, for that matter... but I am French...

The memories always came in flashes; Eponine never quite got the whole story. Only vivid flashes that came to her as she slept and which left her confused and scared upon waking. She hated it immensely and it caused much stress. It had always occurred in this manner, for as long as she had been in the hospital. She didn't remember the day well, though she often dreamed of it; she always forgot once she woke up. Of this, too, she received only flashes:

"No! NO! Stay away from me!" Eponine screeched at her father.

"Calm down." he replied.

...

"I don't like it here, I don't!" she wailed.

"Right this way, Monsieur. We'll take good care of her." The kind, elderly nurse smiled.

...

"I wanna go home! I wanna see 'Zelma and 'Vroche!"

"This is your home now." her father reprimanded.

...

Eponine awoke with a start, tears streaming down her cheeks. Marius was still there with her; she hadn't been asleep for very long. She started to hyperventilate.

"'Ponine?" he asked softly. She was stark white and shaking immensely. "'Ponine, what's wrong?"

She buried her face in her hands, repeating,

"No, no, no, no, no..."

"'Ponine, it's okay; you're okay."

"No, no, no, no..."

At a complete loss for what to do, he did the first thing that came to mind; he hugged her tightly. She stiffened, for she hadn't been hugged in a very long time. Not since before she had come to the hospital, by a mother that she scarcely remembered. Just as Marius was about to release her, she relaxed and started to calm down. Sensing this, he kept her close and gently stroked her hair. Her continuous 'no's had reduced to only soft whispers.

"Shh... You're okay, you're safe."

"Promise?" she whispered.

"I promise."

...

Marius spent a few more hours with Eponine, just holding her and whispered soothing words to her. It kept her calm. He liked the way she could ramble and ramble and he also liked the way she gently reprimanded him for not stopping her ramblings.

"I'll return tomorrow, 'Ponine. I promise."

"It's okay if you don't... I've been forgotten before, I would understand if you have more important things to do. Many things are more important than I am. I've been alone a long time."

"You're not alone anymore."

She smiled faintly.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"'Bye."

Marius smiled at her before leaving her hospital room and returning to his grandfather's. The octogenarian was awake and sitting up in his bed.

"Hello Father, how are you feeling?"

"Marius, my boy, you've come back!"

"Of course I have." he said, walking over to Gillenormand's side.

"Are you here to stay? I've missed you, Marius. You've been gone so long."

Marius froze, puzzled.

"Father, where do you think you are right now?" he asked.

"Why, we're at home of course! And you've returned!"

Marius frowned and reached forward to feel his forehead. It was dangerously feverish. He ran to fetch a doctor, knowing that a fever like that could not possibly mean anything good.

Marius was not permitted to be in the room while they tended to Monsieur Gillenormand and was advised to return home. Visiting hours would be over soon anyway. And so, with great reluctance, Marius returned to his small flat, where he spent the night lying awake in bed. There were too many thoughts and worries running through his mind for sleep to claim him. He tossed and he turned and he never found sleep.

Needless to say, he was exhausted by the time the sun rose and his alarm went off. He got up and dressed. He didn't have classes that day and so, he decided to spend the entirety of his day at the hospital with his grandfather and Eponine. He left his flat and started on his way to the hospital. The sun shone brightly and it wasn't cold. As he passed the Place Saint-Michel, he caught sight of Enjolras. Said marble statue noticed him as well and approached him.

"Marius," he greeted, "how are you?"

"I've been better."

"Ah, yes, I heard about your grandfather. I'm sorry to hear that he's in the hospital."

"Thank you, Enjolras."

"I understand if you need to miss the meetings."

Marius sighed in relief,

"Thank you, my friend. I was worried you might be angry."

"Contrary to popular belief, I do have a heart. I understand, Marius." He said, giving him a sympathetic smile. He clapped him on the shoulder before heading off. Marius smiled faintly and continued on his way. Perhaps the marble statue wasn't really such at all.

Sorry it's so short, but I thought that was a nice place for it to end off at. Please review!