Chapter Nine
Meg looked around the room. This room was the most amazing room she had ever seen. It was as if the theater part of the Opera House had come back to life in this room.
"Are you going to speak, or are you just going to keep your mouth open like that?" Erik asked. A smile was on his face.
She closed her mouth and smiled. "Erik, this room is beautiful. How did you remake it?"
"This room is nothing. There are many more rooms that are in here. Of course, I cannot take you to all of them."
"Why not?"
"Your body is still weak."
"It is not," Meg told him. She yawned.
Erik sighed. "Come on. You need to get some rest."
"I'm fine. I want to explore everything in this room."
"B-." The look Meg gave him caused him to keep quiet.
"Please." She gave him the"puppy-eyed" look.
"Fine but be careful."
"Thank you." She hugged him.
He blushed. "I- I-I'll show you around the room."
He took her hand and together they explored it.
After an hour of exploring, Erik explained to Meg that when she had been in a coma. He had built this room so she could practice her ballet.
Meg was touched by his kindness. She was going to have to do something to return this act of compassion.
"Now if you will close your eyes, I have another surprise for you."
"Erik, you have done enough for me," she told him gently. She yawned three times.
"Okay, now you are going to go to bed. You have done enough today."
Meg groan. She hated it when he treated her like a child.
Erik smiled at her. She is so pretty, he thought. He shook his head. He did not need to be thinking of thoughts like that.
A few weeks past and Meg had become much stronger. She could walk better and she didn't fall as much. Erik and she were beginning to come great friends.
There was a part of her, no matter how much she denied it, that held an attraction for Erik. Meg could not describe what it was. She only knew that she wanted to please her new friend the best way she could. She shook her head and began to cook lunch.
Erik laid in his bed asleep. He moaned. He pulled the covers over him. He was so cold. He coughed.
Meg smiled as she finished her soup. She put it in a bowl and walked with it in her hand to Erik's room. He had told her he had not feel well yesterday, and had complained about his head hurting. She opened his door. She nearly dropped the bowl of soup she had made for him.
No, he could not have it! She had lost her famly to this once. She could not go through the pain of losing someone else to this disease, not again.
Meg touched Erik's forhead. He was burning up. She blinked back tears.
Erik had scarlet fever.
Let me apologize for the long delay. I am almost through with this story though. So please be patient.