A/N: This is the last chapter. I really enjoyed writing this. Thank you all so much for all the reviews, follows, and favorites. Please leave your final reviews! I don't own Les Miserables.

The first thing Eponine thought was that she was dreaming. It was all too good to be true. The love of her life in the hospital with her right after they had their first child together. Of course he hadn't been there while she was going through all the pain, but she was willing to forgive him for that. That baby marked the start of their new life together, a world full of happiness.

But then she realized...

Enjolras had been shot.

Somewhere in the chest, she thought. That's where most of the blood was coming from.

Eponine glanced over at him tiredly, blinking rapidly while the nurses across from her started panicking. Panicking for both Enjolras and Eponine.

"You came..." Eponine said softly. "You heard me."

"I'm here..." Was all he could say in return, equally as soft, his eyes searching hers urgently. His soul was still in his injured body, but was slipping away second by second. As was hers.

"Eponine!" Cosette was crying again. But these weren't happy tears, these were frantic, panicked tears. She shook Eponine's shoulders, trying to bring her back, while trying to hand more cloth down to the nurses at the same time.

"She's losing a lot of blood..." One of the nurses said.

"Please, Eponine, oh God!" Cosette was nearly screaming.

Enjolras glanced at the scene happening before him as the other nurses tried to patch up his chest wound to no avail. There was a pained look on his face. His expression wasn't caused by his wound, but watching Eponine die.

Death.

Something that was occurring to both of them at a slow, but mostly painless rate.

Both of them were losing a lot of blood, their faces growing paler, their tongues growing harder to move, harder to speak.

"Enjolras..." Eponine said, gathering enough strength to reach her hand out towards him. "Take it..."

He reached his hand out towards her, their hands meeting in the gap between the hospital beds. They both felt their souls soar with happiness inside of them.

"Did you see her?" Eponine asked. "Did you see our beautiful baby?"

Enjolras shook his head, feeling himself begin to cry. He tried to move his other hand to stroke the side of her face, to comfort her, but he couldn't. His whole left side was going numb, the side where he had been shot. This was the worst feeling he had experienced so far, not being able to touch her as much as he wanted.

"I didn't see her either. But I heard she was truly beautiful. And if she looks like you, like Cosette said she did, I know for a fact that she is."

Enjolras looked at her for a moment, struggling to open his mouth.

"Do you remember..." He drifted off, Eponine squeezed his hand with everything she had, which wasn't a lot. "Do you remember when I promised you, you wouldn't have to be without me?"

Eponine nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"It's true. You won't be. We'll be together, Eponine." Enjolras ran his thumb over her fingers weakly. "And our baby won't be without me either. I will watch over her."

Eponine began to doze off, her eyes fluttering open and closed. She could feel Cosette's hands on her shoulders, as small and far away as the flutter of a butterfly's wing as she shook her occasionally.

"There's nothing we can do..." She heard through a thick haze covering her head. "She's already lost too much blood..."

"Eponine! Please!" Cosette cried. Eponine could feel the weight of Cosette's head on her chest.

But all she could see was Enjolras.

Her eyes rested on him, her head turned to the left like it had been when she yelled out for him earlier in the day. Could it have just been a few hours ago? So much had happened since then. She had given birth, she was watching her soulmate die.

She was dying herself.

"Do you remember when we first met each other?" Enjolras asked.

"Do you mean when we met each other or when we met each other?"

"When we met each other."

"We sure didn't waist any time, did we?" Eponine laughed, a choking sound, her eyes glazing over.

"I've loved you ever since then."

They stopped talking for a moment, just to look at each other. Just to get one good look at each other for one last time while they were still alive.

Enjolras looked tired. If he could of seen himself, he would of thought that he looked just like his father. He had deep rings under his eyes, his hair pushed back. But above all, he looked happy.

Eponine looked overjoyed and exhausted. Her dark eyelashes fluttered, matched up with dark eye sockets, which had sunken in considerably.

They both looked perfect to each other.

"Don't die before me..." Eponine said, more quiet than a whisper. But she knew Enjolras would hear her. "Don't you dare die before me. Don't leave me here alone."

"I won't." He responded just as quietly.

"Please don't leave me."

"I promise." Enjolras said slowly.

Eponine nodded, a smile coming across her pale face.

She took her last breath, followed seconds after by his.

"Eponine, don't do this! Please!" Cosette shook Eponine's shoulders as her eyes rested on Enjolras. Eponine's lips moved slowly and without sound, but she noticed that his were doing the same. They seemed to be understanding each other. But why couldn't Eponine hear her? She felt the frustration that Eponine had felt earlier in the day. "Eponine! Listen to me!"

The nurses of both patients looked on at the three people with misery in their hearts, mostly for Cosette. They saw how deeply in love and ready the patients were to die, how content they were with the whole ordeal, as if they had been waiting for death all of their lives.

But Cosette, on the other hand, looked panicked. She shook Eponine continually. They would be concerned if Eponine hadn't already been dying, Cosette was shaking her so hard. She was sobbing now.

The words echoed in her head, the words that she had said to Eponine the day she helped her move in with Enjolras.

I always get what I want.

It was true, she did. But why was now the only time that she didn't? Why now, the only time that getting what she wanted had really mattered, was she denied?

She stared up at the ceiling in defeat, giving up and letting the tears stream freely down her face. Cosette looked down again and saw that Eponine's chest was no longer moving. Cosette only clasped her hand over her own mouth, too tired, emotionally and physically, to cry anymore.

Cosette glanced over at Enjolras, who had also stopped breathing. Both of them looked so peaceful, their eyes closed, their constant looks of worry relieved from their usually pinched faces.

Their hands were still wrapped in each other's, fingers intertwined infinitely.

The nurses stared after Cosette, she couldn't bear looking at her friends any longer. Cosette wiped her face, smoothed her dress out, got up from the bed, and walked into the back room, where she had seen some of the nurses go earlier. None of them said anything.

She found the baby swaddled tightly, lying in a crib and sleeping soundly.

Cosette couldn't bring herself to wake her up, not yet. She picked her up slowly, making shushing noises under her breath, rocking her back in forth in her arms.

Horrible tragedy can sometimes bring a beautiful blessing.

A blessing, left only by her two best friends.

Cradling the baby in her arms, Cosette began to feel an all new happiness bloom inside of her.