Christine was silent as she made her way down the stairs with her Angel of Music. Usually a girl with many questions was making no point to have any conversation with her teacher at all. This disturbed him a little. He continued their journey, and receiving small answers to the questions he asked of her. Christine was playing with her sleeves and kept pulling at her cloak. Her actions did not go unnoticed, but the Phantom wouldn't inquire, not yet. They reached his lair and began her music lesson. She was distracted but he had no intention of saying anything. So they continued. About an Hour into Christine's lesson she began to falter and her face paled, her fingers gripped the piano. Erik's playing stopped and he was by her side in an instant. But when he gripped her waist she cried out in pain. He loosened his hold and swept her into his arms with a perplexed look on his face. "Christine, what have you done?" he murmured. She started to cry knowing that her secret was found out. Erik took her to her room in his lair and took her cloak from her, he saw the red stains creeping through her bodice of her dress. He then took her hand tenderly and rolled up her sleeve to see a poorly wrapped dressing around her wrists. "Why?" he cried, "Why did you do this Christine, My perfect, beautiful Christine..." His reaction to her self injuries made her cry even more. "Angel, I-I'm S-so Sorry...I - The stress, please don't make me do this anymore, I just want to be with you, sing only for you, Carlotta- hurts me, the managers, hurt me and I can't deal with Madame Giry any more..." She sobbed. Feeling guilty Erik undid the dressings on her arms and pulled open the drawer next to her bed to empty the contents of bandages, alcohol, and a needle and thread. "Christine, he muttered, how deep are the wounds on your sides..." They are bleeding quite a bit and from singing that can't be good. I think they may be too deep. Hesitantly she nodded so he could undo her corset and lifted up her shift to see the cuts. He twisted his face in horror of how could she have done this to herself. He had his own scars but she had been flawless and perfect. She had done this to herself. It pained him to see what had happened. He took a breath and asked, "Christine, I don't have any anesthesia but i do have some chloroform so you won't be awake. these cuts are too deep and need to be stitched." He paused. "Angel, I do not think anything could hurt me as much as you having to put me back together again." Tears continued to fall. "I don't want to cause you any more pain so I will take the chloroform so you don't have to see me suffer." He squeezed her hand gently and whispered. "I will be right back, I love you Christine." Upon returning with the chloroform, Christine smiled a half smile as more tears ran down her face, "I love you too Angel" Erik Lifted the chloroform towel to her face and in a matter of moments Christine saw nothing but darkness.