Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge. The lucky person who does is Baz
Luhrmann. I make no money from this. So please don't sue.
White Baron Walls
One month after the opening of Spectacular, Spectacular.
Satine woke and looked around the room. All she saw was white, baron walls. She had no clue where she was. She tried to get up. She was too weak. "Where am I? Where's Christian?" she thought. She also tried to call out but her voice wouldn't work. Suddenly she saw a doctor come into the room. "Mademoiselle Satine. How good it is to see you awake." He said. Satine looked at him confused. "Where am I?" she whispered. "You are in a hospital in London. You had consumption. You passed out on stage at the Moulin Rouge. You have been in a coma for a month now." The doctor told her. She looked at him in disbelief. "Had consumption?" she asked her voice starting to work a little bit. "Yes, the doctors here are far more advance than in Montmartre. Harold Zidler brought you here. We saved you." The doctor told her. Harold came in at that moment. "Chick-pea! You are all right! You have no idea how worried we have been!" he told her. "I know what happened to me but what about everyone else? The Moulin Rouge, The Duke, and, and Christian?" Harold looked away from her. The Moulin Rouge is temporally closed now since I am here and I don't have my 'Sparkling Diamond.' The Duke ran off. No one knows where he went, so I get to keep the Moulin Rouge." Zidler explained. "And Christian?" she questioned. Harold took a deep breath as he prepared to lie to Satine. "He is dead. He drank too much absinthe and fell off the balcony to his garret. Satine, I am so sorry." Harold said. Satine gasped and tears started rolling down her face. "He got too drunk, he was trying to drown out losing you, he thought you died, Satine. I never got a chance to tell him you were alive before it was too late." He explained further. Satine broke into tears.
Sorry it's so short! This is just the prologue. More next time I promise! Also, I keep posting on reviews and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! ~~Beth
White Baron Walls
One month after the opening of Spectacular, Spectacular.
Satine woke and looked around the room. All she saw was white, baron walls. She had no clue where she was. She tried to get up. She was too weak. "Where am I? Where's Christian?" she thought. She also tried to call out but her voice wouldn't work. Suddenly she saw a doctor come into the room. "Mademoiselle Satine. How good it is to see you awake." He said. Satine looked at him confused. "Where am I?" she whispered. "You are in a hospital in London. You had consumption. You passed out on stage at the Moulin Rouge. You have been in a coma for a month now." The doctor told her. She looked at him in disbelief. "Had consumption?" she asked her voice starting to work a little bit. "Yes, the doctors here are far more advance than in Montmartre. Harold Zidler brought you here. We saved you." The doctor told her. Harold came in at that moment. "Chick-pea! You are all right! You have no idea how worried we have been!" he told her. "I know what happened to me but what about everyone else? The Moulin Rouge, The Duke, and, and Christian?" Harold looked away from her. The Moulin Rouge is temporally closed now since I am here and I don't have my 'Sparkling Diamond.' The Duke ran off. No one knows where he went, so I get to keep the Moulin Rouge." Zidler explained. "And Christian?" she questioned. Harold took a deep breath as he prepared to lie to Satine. "He is dead. He drank too much absinthe and fell off the balcony to his garret. Satine, I am so sorry." Harold said. Satine gasped and tears started rolling down her face. "He got too drunk, he was trying to drown out losing you, he thought you died, Satine. I never got a chance to tell him you were alive before it was too late." He explained further. Satine broke into tears.
Sorry it's so short! This is just the prologue. More next time I promise! Also, I keep posting on reviews and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! ~~Beth