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Inside lay Erik. His eyes closed, face unmasked. She didn't even flinch at the sight. But her breath did catch. It caught for fear, for he truly looked dead. Not believing her senses she reached forwards and touched the thinly skinned skull. He felt like he was on fire. It was only then that his eyes did open. But it was not a sudden angered glare he gave her, it was one of confusion and relief.

"C-Chri-" he was cut off with a horrid rasping coughing fit, that forced his body to sit straight up. She held his skeletal frame close to try in steady him. Bits of blood fell to his legs.

"Shhh." she whispered, extremely concerned now.

What could she do? What was wrong?

"Christine" broke her out of her thought. His hand, paler and thinner (if that was even within possibility) pointed towards the door as he wheezed between coughs "G-go to the-" cough "back there, in t-the" coughs "living room, the smaller books-shelf towards my door" Cough and blood spill from his lips "respiratory medicine vol. two, it will have strange symbols under it, go!" he said hurriedly before, the coughs consumed him once more. She ran, not even questioning it, and saw it on the top most shelf, in large printing there lay the symbols جلد پزشکی تنفسی . دو

and there under that was the french title the poor, terrified woman sought. She jumped and to reach it, then having retrieved it, rushed faster than one could imagine for her size, to the dying man's side.

He reached for it and attempted to sit up but failed. seeing this she supported him as he hurriedly flew through the pages of ill formed handwriting. having to stop for occasional fits. finally near the back of the book he stopped and pointed to a title on the page with more strange symbols. He turned a corner of the page down and whispered in an exhausted voice. "g-get the translator for Persian, on the same b-" but before he finished she was off. she knew what to do and knew she did not have much time at all to do it.

She found the book quickly and rejoined Erik hastily grabbing the book off his lap. It was difficult especially at first. Her heart would race still further with each fit he had. After what seemed an eternity- though it was only thirty minutes, in which she would try to stop and give him water. He would refuse such and just point to the book- she worked out how to brew the drought in the box she learnt was labeled 'sustaining treatments- EMERGENCY'. After making sure of what actions she needed to take she took off to the kitchen. The medicine took only thirty minutes to brew, but thirty minutes was enough to make her heart feel as though it would pop out of her chest and into the foul smelling brew.

She knew she had no time for thought, yet they would constantly plague her with venomous strikes, more frequent with each tick of the clock and each ragged cough that proceeded from the bedroom. 'what if he died before she could tell him..' constantly plagued her as she continued her work. Another even more frightening began to appear in her conscious 'what if I mess this concoction up? what if I.. kill him.' She shuddered at that one and still worked harder.

An hour later Christine emerged, walking fast as possible with a pot sloshing the black tar like medicine. She stood by him as he wheezed, trying to catch his breath, which was even fainter than before.

Christine grabbed the cup she had brought with her and filled it half way. Then she held her angel up and slowly poured the slow tar substance, down his throat, praying that it would work. When it was drained he lay back down and she held his hand. The book from what she could tell would take fifteen minutes to take effect. In the meantime he could not have anything, not even water. If it works it he would fall into a deep sleep and resurface to consciousness in two or three hours time. If not he would begin to cough up blood and drown in it.

"I'm so sorry Erik" She sobbed. "What if I messed up and killed you"

"You haven't my dear… I trust you"

"E-even now?"

He nodded faintly. She knew she shouldn't but the fear of losing him forced her to anyways. What if this was her last chance?

So she bent down and kissed him lightly. He was surprised but returned it. He was still so confused on what was happening, but whatever was happening, there was no demon in hell or angel in heaven that could make him wish it would stop.

When she pulled back he looked at her and whispered. "Christine I… I love you, a-and when I fall asleep, go to the Persian, he lives in a flat on Demont'e, 114 E. bring him here… He shall help you further translate…" He said smiling despite the unbelievable fire in his chest. Perhaps he burning from the inside out, but he truly at that moment did not care. All he cared about was Christine holding his hand.

She tried her hardest to hide her tears and nodded. The she said, choking slightly. "Erik, please… just, just incase, let me tell you all that has happened, you need to know…"

"shh Christine, it can wait.." He said, sensing the girls tense figure and knowing in this condition it was best to wait. She nodded but replied.

"At least let me tell you that… I've, I've learned things. I've learned I was stupid, I've learned that I was neive and ignorant of what a monster really is… I've learned that I love you, and I always have. I was just so foolish to let society corrupt something as beautiful as love… Do not forgive me… At least until you know all… But just know I love you with the entirety of my being Erik… My angel" She said whilst crying. His face seemed to relax and almost seem more alive with each word.

He coughed and wheezed "Christine, my dear, it is you who are the angel, for I am a mere b-beast. But even if I be the beast, I still love thee too, but I believe you know that." he gave this reply with a smile on his face and then whispered starting to fade "oh Christine, please my dear, kiss me once more before I descend into sleep, and please, please promise to be here when I return… I think only an angel such as yourself can guide me back to this world…" And she did so, still crying slightly, half from fear of what was to come, and half from relief that he was fading to sleep and not coughing.

After his eyes closed and did not reopen, she speed off to the kitchen once more to make the permitted tea that the book said would not interfere with the medication. After she set it next to the coffin just in case he should wake, she set off through the cavern once more.

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Things are getting intense. and wait my little opera ghosties, more will be revealed on what happened to her later. Poor, unhappy Erik.