[It's hours and hours later before Eponine answers, but answer she does. She's in a sterile-looking bed; her chest, what little is visible right up to her neck and down her arms is brown with iodine, and her chest and her left hand are well bandaged with clean white linen. She doesn't look happy; her face is streaked with tears, but she's not crying now]

M'sieur Grantaire. I am still alive.