Disclaimer- I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. All relations come from Mr. Gaton Leroux's novel.
Chapter 2:
"Christine?"
"Hmm…" she mumbled in slight recognition and opened her eyes to find Raoul hovering above her, fear in his eyes.
The anxious look on his face startled her and she quickly sat up, but a sharp pain in her head made her retreat back to the pillow moaning.
"Thank the Lord you're alright!" he sighed sinking into a chair next to the bed, his head in his hands, "You gave us all quite a scare."
"All?" She was quite confused. What happened? Who, or what, pray tell, was that voice, and most importantly where was she?
She looked around. The surrounding walls were eggshell white and a small side table drawer had vases piled with roses, daisies and lilies…roses. That was the flower he would have give her, if he was still alive... .She felt a pang of guilt in her chest. The poor man…
"Yes, Madame Giry found you buried under a mounds of scaffolding at the graveyard a few days ago, you wouldn't wake up. We thought..."
He need not have said anymore. She looked down at her petite hands.
"You don't remember do you?"
She shook her head and looked down at her hands again, cut and bruised welled to thrice their size.
Raoul smiled kindly and pushed the hair out of her soft blue eyes.
"Excuse me sir," squeaked a stout nurse who waddled into the room. "The miss must rest, you may return later."
"Alright." he said and turned to Christine. "Goodbye, darling" he said and kissed her forehead lightly, not wanting to hurt her.
"Thank you sir." The nurse's voice seemed to go an octave higher when she realized she was speaking to the Vicomte.
"Goodbye, Raoul." Christine whispered looking after him.
After a few minutes, she was alone. She sighed as the nurse waddled in again.
"Excuse me miss. A friend of yours is here to see you. I told her you might be…" Christine cut her off abruptly.
"Oh, please let her in!"
She nodded and stumbled out of the room.
"Meg!" Christine smiled as her friend walked into the room. "How've you been?"
She hadn't seen Meg since the fiasco at the Opera Populaire a few weeks prior, she had changed. He face was thinner and she had dark circles under her eyes.
"Hello." She said, not sure of what to do.
Meg stared at her friend, troubled by her cuts and bruises on her face and hands (probably else ware too, she thought). Christine was like her sister and she didn't like to see her in pain. She shifted her jet-black hair from one shoulder to the other.
Christine sensed her tenseness and laughed. "I must look dreadful bythe way you're staring at me."
Meg couldn't help but laugh along with her
- I haven't laughed in ages. It feels great to do so. - Christine thought.
The two girls sat and talked for hours before the nurse made her not so grand reappearance and told Meg she needed to leave.
"Please thank your mother for me." Christine requested, remembering that she owed Madame Giry her life.
"Of course. See you soon Christine."
Meg walked to the door and waved goodbye before departing and leaving Christine to her torturing thoughts…