Who: Marius and open Where: A corridor - Marius is lying half-asleep on the floor, if someone wants to come find him. What: Arrival When: Now Warnings: TBD, mentions of death and injury
Marius opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again. It was bright - it must be daytime. The last time he awoke his aunt had been there, looking pale and tired in the candlelight and murmuring about his grandfather as a maid had adjusted his blankets. He didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to wake. The last time he had, it was to realise he was back at his grandfather's. He didn't know how he had ended up there - he was at the barricade and should have stayed there. He had, until the end. He had been hovering at the edge of consciousness as his friends around him made their final stand. The guns had been loud, so loud, and it was all over.
Yet he was alive. How he didn't know, but he was. To wake up would mean facing that, and knowing that everything was gone. His friends and Cosette - because she would be gone by now. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying - because he could only cry if he was awake, and he didn't want to wake. The bed seemed hard, uncomfortable, and his shoulder ached. But even to move would be to wake up. If he slept, he might dream of Cosette.
Thankfully, his injury and illness seemed to make it easy for him to drift into a light doze, and he felt himself relax as sleep started to claim him again.