Marius awoke slowly, a recognizable doctor over him. He was bandaged all over, blood seeping through.
"Monsieur, you were wounded fighting at the barricade. A gentlemen brought you in before you lost too much blood. You are very lucky, Monsieur," The man grinned at him, before exiting the room. Candlelight poorly lit Marius' face, flickering all about. His shirt was gone, revealing a bruised stomach and a bit of blood. He breathed heavily, trying to recall what happened. He had almost been killed at the barricade but who was the man who saved him? He saw all his friends die and yet a savior was there for him. At the moment, the shock was more immense than the pain.
He placed in his hands in his pockets for warmth when he heard a crinkle and felt a wrinkle. It was a wet paper but it was still intact. Marius didn't remember taking a paper from anyone, not Enjorlas or any of the other students. He pulled out to see it covered in blood an