Alright Chapter Two things are about to get interesting
Meg's Point of View
Mother told me to see if I could find cloth and towels, so I dashed around Erik's "house", looking high and low when, finally, I stumbled across a few towels. I rushed back to Mother, who was knelt down next to Erik. The infamous Opera Ghost didn't look as frightening as I thought he would. He looked like a man dying a slow and painful death. I watched Mother tie the towels tightly around his calf and chest.
"Meg, help me carry him out the back exit--The place where I first smuggled him in... We will be safe from prying eyes until we get him home." Mother said to me urgently. Carefully, wrapped my arms around him and heard a soft hiss of pain slip unconsciously through his lips.
"Did you find his mask, Meg?" Mother asked.
"I did, I have it with me now."
"Good, good. We couldn't leave without it." She told me as we began pur walk to the back entrance. Even though Erik wasn't terribly heavy, he was no feather. We managed to safely get him into our carriage, and then hurried off into the dark. When we got home, Mother laid him on the couch and began her work.
"Meg, get me bandages , water, a knife, a needle, a towel, and some thread." Mother said, not even looking up. I hurried off and got what she needed, then returned. She took the knife and cut his shirt open, and I heard her let out a sigh of relief.
"The Viscount De Chagney missed the major organs... He only shot him in the shoulder." She exclaimed, then carefully plunged the knife into the hole left by the bullet. Even in his unconscious state, his face contorted with pain as Mother slowly pulled out the bullet.
"Meg, the towel, bowl, and bandages now, please." Mother demanded, and I quickly handed them over. I watched as she cleaned the wound then carefully bandaged his shoulder.
Then, she moved down, and rolled up his pant leg. He yelped as she placed the knife into the wound. I could tell that this bullet had gone in father than the other one had, because it took a considerable amount of time for Mother to work it out. Erik whimpered every time she pressed on the knife.
"Meg, towl, water, bandages!" She exclaimed again. I handed them to her just as before.
"Come, let's let him rest now." Mother said, cleaning up the medical supplies as well as the blood from the "operation" she had just performed.