Disclaimer: I don't own any of Baz Luhrmann's characters; I'm just
borrowing them for my fic. I created the doctor; he's not the same one that
is seen in the movie.
Chapter 1 (Dizzying Darkness)
1 Come back to me and forgive everything…
When those words rang out, Satine knew everything would be all right again. Everything would be fixed and Christian would come back to her. As the dancers and leads took their bows, the applause rang out over the hall. Smiles were everywhere; they had done it! Spectacular, Spectacular was a success and the Duke was leaving the Moulin Rouge for good. The final curtain fell and tons of confetti fell from the rafters. Red and white specks littered the ground as the two lover's held hands with abundant smiles. But no one was prepared for the dark cloud that would hover over the pair long after the crowds left the Moulin Rouge…
1.1 Satine's POV
The final curtain fell. The Duke was gone; Christian was back in her arms once more.
'How wonderful life is when you're in love,' she thought to herself.
As she looked around at the various dancers, she gave Nini a small smile. To her surprise, she returned it back for once. Out of nowhere, Satine felt that all but too familiar tightening of her chest, but this time, it was ten times worse as her lungs struggled for air. She started wheezing and coughing, trying to breathe, but also trying to not make a scene. She felt herself get dizzy and before she knew it, she started her silent descend to the ground.
"Satine!" Christian yelled, as he caught her a split second before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms as she struggled to speak.
"Somebody get some help!" he hollered at the top of his lungs. "Satine…" he trailed off.
"Christian…I'm dying," Satine whispered as silent tears rolled down her face.
"You'll be all right," he replied as he lightly stroked her face.
"So…cold," Satine started. She barely got the last word out without gasping for air. "Go on Christian, you…have so…much to give. Tell our story, Christian," she sobbed.
"No, No…don't go Satine…please don't go," he cried.
"Yes…Yes, promise me," she soothed.
"No," Christian replied.
"Yes, that way I'll always be with you," she whispered. Satine gently closed her eyes and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Chocolat hurried quickly down the stage with Dr. Bordeaux, the local doctor that lived in a flat two blocks away from the nightclub.
"Now there lad, don't fret now, she's not gone yet. There is still hope. Move over and let me see what can be done for her." Dr. Bordeaux said.
"Can…can you save her?" Christian trembled, his eyes red and bloodshot.
"Time will tell, sir. Now please let me examine her and then I will answer as many questions as you want." He replied in an annoyed tone.
After what seemed like ages, Dr. Bordeaux moved aside and started towards a distraught Christian.
"Lad, Mademoiselle Satine has a disease called consumption. The disease slowly eats away her lung tissue, making it harder for her to get the required amounts of air to breathe. She can be expected to make a full recovery, if u follow my specific instructions," He stated.
"Yes, I'd do anything for her," Christian said hurriedly.
"Now, I'll be prescribing certain medications for her to take to fight off the disease. I will also give her syrup to help with her cough. These medications need to be given to her on a daily basis. She will need to be taken somewhere where there is fresh air and a less crowded environment. Perhaps a cottage somewhere in the countryside would be suitable. I'll try to make routine visits once every week to check on her condition. Notify me when you find suitable living conditions, or leave a message with Harold at the Moulin Rouge. Here are her medications, take them and give them to her the minute she awakens. I'll be seeing you again in a week," He said.
Christian shook hands with the doctor and attempted to pay him, but Dr. Bordeaux put up a hand to stop him.
"Now that's not necessary lad, just promise me you'll take good care of her and that's all I need to hear," he nodded. With that, Dr. Bordeaux tipped his hat and was escorted by Chocolat out of the double doors.
Christian knelt beside Satine and gently lifted her unconscious body off of the floor and headed towards his garret across the street, until he could find a better home for her.
A/N: This is my first Moulin Rouge fanfic. I have a couple of ideas in my head, but suggestions are welcome! Don't forget to review!
Xoxo-
Courtney
Chapter 1 (Dizzying Darkness)
1 Come back to me and forgive everything…
When those words rang out, Satine knew everything would be all right again. Everything would be fixed and Christian would come back to her. As the dancers and leads took their bows, the applause rang out over the hall. Smiles were everywhere; they had done it! Spectacular, Spectacular was a success and the Duke was leaving the Moulin Rouge for good. The final curtain fell and tons of confetti fell from the rafters. Red and white specks littered the ground as the two lover's held hands with abundant smiles. But no one was prepared for the dark cloud that would hover over the pair long after the crowds left the Moulin Rouge…
1.1 Satine's POV
The final curtain fell. The Duke was gone; Christian was back in her arms once more.
'How wonderful life is when you're in love,' she thought to herself.
As she looked around at the various dancers, she gave Nini a small smile. To her surprise, she returned it back for once. Out of nowhere, Satine felt that all but too familiar tightening of her chest, but this time, it was ten times worse as her lungs struggled for air. She started wheezing and coughing, trying to breathe, but also trying to not make a scene. She felt herself get dizzy and before she knew it, she started her silent descend to the ground.
"Satine!" Christian yelled, as he caught her a split second before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms as she struggled to speak.
"Somebody get some help!" he hollered at the top of his lungs. "Satine…" he trailed off.
"Christian…I'm dying," Satine whispered as silent tears rolled down her face.
"You'll be all right," he replied as he lightly stroked her face.
"So…cold," Satine started. She barely got the last word out without gasping for air. "Go on Christian, you…have so…much to give. Tell our story, Christian," she sobbed.
"No, No…don't go Satine…please don't go," he cried.
"Yes…Yes, promise me," she soothed.
"No," Christian replied.
"Yes, that way I'll always be with you," she whispered. Satine gently closed her eyes and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Chocolat hurried quickly down the stage with Dr. Bordeaux, the local doctor that lived in a flat two blocks away from the nightclub.
"Now there lad, don't fret now, she's not gone yet. There is still hope. Move over and let me see what can be done for her." Dr. Bordeaux said.
"Can…can you save her?" Christian trembled, his eyes red and bloodshot.
"Time will tell, sir. Now please let me examine her and then I will answer as many questions as you want." He replied in an annoyed tone.
After what seemed like ages, Dr. Bordeaux moved aside and started towards a distraught Christian.
"Lad, Mademoiselle Satine has a disease called consumption. The disease slowly eats away her lung tissue, making it harder for her to get the required amounts of air to breathe. She can be expected to make a full recovery, if u follow my specific instructions," He stated.
"Yes, I'd do anything for her," Christian said hurriedly.
"Now, I'll be prescribing certain medications for her to take to fight off the disease. I will also give her syrup to help with her cough. These medications need to be given to her on a daily basis. She will need to be taken somewhere where there is fresh air and a less crowded environment. Perhaps a cottage somewhere in the countryside would be suitable. I'll try to make routine visits once every week to check on her condition. Notify me when you find suitable living conditions, or leave a message with Harold at the Moulin Rouge. Here are her medications, take them and give them to her the minute she awakens. I'll be seeing you again in a week," He said.
Christian shook hands with the doctor and attempted to pay him, but Dr. Bordeaux put up a hand to stop him.
"Now that's not necessary lad, just promise me you'll take good care of her and that's all I need to hear," he nodded. With that, Dr. Bordeaux tipped his hat and was escorted by Chocolat out of the double doors.
Christian knelt beside Satine and gently lifted her unconscious body off of the floor and headed towards his garret across the street, until he could find a better home for her.
A/N: This is my first Moulin Rouge fanfic. I have a couple of ideas in my head, but suggestions are welcome! Don't forget to review!
Xoxo-
Courtney