A/N: So I decided to upload two chapters today because I'm taking the weekend off from writing. On Monday, I'll start up the next chapter, but I need some time off to relax a bit. I hope you guys are enjoying the story and hope you have a great weekend.

Chapter 11: Earning it

"Christine, a letter came for you." Emma said as she handed Christine the letter from her husband. She thanked Emma and wiped her washes off on his apron, not wanting to get any blood on the letter. She had finish with her patient and was going to make her way up to Erik's room so she figured she could read the letter as she walked. Opening it, she read Raoul's letter to her:

My darling little Bluebird,

I'm so happy to hear from you, I miss you so much. Your scarf is keeping me warm during this harsh winter. I wish I could be with you, but I'm happy that you're with Meg away from all the fighting. I don't know where we will be going soon, but I pray that soon I'll be home. This war seems to not end. I am transferred to Pickett's division under Longstreet. They both think this war won't end soon, but who knows what will happen. I must go now, we are leaving at dawn and be marching all day. Good night my love.

Your loving husband,

Raoul

Christine was leaning against the wall just outside Erik's room as she finished the letter. She missed him terribly as well, wanting him home. She did wish he was here, but even with him not here, she still had Meg and her new friend, Nicholas…and Erik now too who kept trying to guess her name. For two weeks now since she got him signed as her patient, he has been trying to get her name, not giving up. He would go through each letter, hoping to get it. He's still at the B's.

Entering his room, she saw him trying to sit up in bed. She noticed his struggle and went over, grabbing an extra pillow to put behind his back so he could use that as support to sit up. He hadn't tried to get out bed once in the last two weeks which she was impressed by. He thanked her as he leaned back against the pillows, feeling good that he was able to sit instead of laying down.

"How is your leg feeling today?" She asked him as she grabbed the water bowl and cloth.

"Same as the day before and two weeks ago." He answered. "How long am I ordered to his bed?" He asked.

"Three to four months but you almost have one month done." He groaned as her answered. "I'm sorry, but if you want to be able to walk again, you will be in this bed until the doctor gives you the okay to leave it. And until then, you have me and Meg here to keep you company." She said to him, removing the bandages to look at the wound before leaving it. Even though it didn't bleed anymore, she kept it clean so it wouldn't get inflected.

"Bethany? Brenda? Brittney? " He started getting again.

"No…" She said, smiling at his determination. She cleaned his leg as he kept on guessing.

"Caitlyn? Cameron? Camila?"

"No, sorry."

"Am I close though?" He asked.

"Maybe…" She wasn't going to make it easy for him. Finishing up his leg, she moved on to his face. "Any pain here?" She asked him.

"Because the pain of me not seeing your face." She rolled her eyes. "Carol? Carolina? Caroline? Catherine? Charlotte?" He kept guessing, but she kept saying no.

"Well how about today we try and open them so you can see where you are?" She suggested which he agreed to. Removing the bandages, she looked over the cuts, making sure they weren't infected. "Alright, let me just clean them and then we'll try opening the eyes." He nodded. Taking a clean cloth, she dipped it in the water and gently put it along his face. She always made sure to be gentle when cleaning his face. He felt her hand on his chin as the cloth dapped his face clean. They were silent as usual during this, but Christine never look away from him. Finishing up, she put the cloth down. "You ready?" He nodded. "Open your eyes…" Before opening them, he turned his face so he would be facing her when he opened them, making her the first thing he would see. Slowly, his eye lids opened up to reveal two intense green eyes. A soft gasp left her mouth as she stared into his eyes, not being able to look away from them. They stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, not looking away or wanting to look away.

"Un ange de la beauté…." He whispered in French. She knew what he said, he called an angel of beauty. Her cheeks blushed as she looked away. "Please tell me your name…" She looked back up at him, staring into his eyes.

"Christine…my name is Christine." A smile came to his face, making her smile. He had a beautiful smile.

"Christine…beautiful name." Her cheeks blushed again.

"I-I should go." She quickly got up.

"I'm sorry…" He looked away, glancing at the room where he'd been sleeping for the last two weeks.

"I-I need to p-put the new bandages on now." She tried to say, making him nod. His eyes caught one last glance of her before closing them so she could wrap the bandages around his head. Though he couldn't see anything, he could still hear. She didn't say anything to him but left the room once she was done. He sighed and moved the pillows so he could lay back on the bed, listening to the empty room and let his mind wonder away from the four walls that enclose him.

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next chapter will be posted next week sometime.