A/N: Two things. First of all I really hate the beginning of this chapter. It's very similar to other peoples. Also I know a lot of people use Evanescence for Phantom Phan Phics, and so am I, but not one most people use. The music doesn't really go with my story, but I like the lyrics. The second half of this chapter however I love! One other thing, I'll probably only have one more chapter up in the next week and a half to two weeks because I'm going on vacation, and it will be a hectic time for me. Anyway I hope you like this chapter (even though I don't like the first half).

Clayphan16: Calm down. I'm not going to kill Erik… Yet. –insert evil laugh-

bejou: Nope that's not why! Hahahahahahahahaha!

RachErikaSam01: He's addicted to opium. You should really read Susan Kay's book. It's really good. Especially the ending!

LaylaWendel: Thanks so much. I sent you an e-mail explaining everything. Again you should really read Phantom by Susan Kay!

pinkichigomewmew: Good I'm glad I didn't mess it up. I've been meaning to get it out of the library again, but I keep forgetting. I want to buy it, but it's so expensive. Even on E-Bay its like $60.00!

Sally: Thank you. I've never written a story before, though I write poetry. About the opium, I have to confess I know nothing about the history at that time period. I got it from Susan Kay's Phantom. I'm guessing he bought it illegally. One question. Why did you cry when Raoul died? Who cares? Ok that's kind of harsh, but I hate Raoul! Though it was sad for Christine. And once again, I'm not killing Erik…Yet.

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Two days had passed since Erik's attack, and he had not woken up yet. Christine had rarely left his side. Nadir said that if he didn't wake up soon, he would never wake up.

Christine prayed, almost nonstop. Begging God not to take her Angel from her. She still needed him. If he died, she surly would. No, she wouldn't think about it. She couldn't.

Nadir walked into the room, his eyes blood shot from the lack of sleep. Christine didn't even look up. She just continued holding Erik's hand, and staring at his face. The right side was grotesque. Its skin was yellow, and paper like, so you could see all the veins in his head. He was missing half his nose, yet she didn't fear his face any longer. It was just another part of him. It was after all only a face.

"Maybe you should sing to him," Nadir suggested quietly. "It might help bring him back."

Christine nodded, her throat had seemed to be unable to work the past few days. She took a deep breath. Using all the strength she possessed she sang.

Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and it's all over now

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one's here and I fall into my self

This truth drives me into madness

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away

Don't turn away

Don't give into the pain

Don't try to hide

Though they're screaming your name

Don't close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

Don't turn out the light

Never sleep Never die

I'm frightened by what I see

But somehow I know that there's much more to come

Immobilized by my fears

And soon to be blinded by tears

I can stop the pain if I will it all away

Don't turn away

Don't give into the pain

Don't try to hide

Though they're screaming your name

Don't close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

Don't turn out the light

Never sleep Never die

It was a song she had heard in her dreams in the first few months after she had left him. She didn't know how she could still remember it, but somehow it all came back to her.

As she sang the last notes she collapsed.

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Erik drifted between life and death. He longed to give into death, to be lost in its vast darkness, but something attached him to life. If only he could remember what! A song wrapped around him. What a beautiful voice, he thought, one to make angels weep. He knew that voice! He loved that voice! Whose was it? Something with a C. Christine!

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Nadir watched Christine collapse. She was really tiring her self-out. He didn't remember the last time she ate, or slept. Standing up, he placed a blanket over her.

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Erik tried to open his eyes. His eyelids seemed so heavy. Slowly he pried them open. For a moment he saw nothing except an extremely bright light, and had to close his eyes because of the pain. He wondered where he was. The last thing he remembered was playing chess with Christine. Suddenly it all came back to him, Christine was leaving again. He must be in his bed. He moaned, causing his head to burst into pain. He wished he had let himself give into the darkness. Maybe if he wished himself to fall back asleep, he would never wake up. It wouldn't be so bad; the bed was really comfortable, with its soft, cool pillow cushioning his head, and checks. His eyes flew open. Where was his mask! He had been wearing it, when he had his attack, where was it now! Madame Giry probably removed it. What if Christine had seen him! He would kill Madame Giry! He looked around trying to find it, but he couldn't move his head. His eyes swept the room, landing on a man leaning over a pale figure of a girl curled up in a chair.

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Nadir straightened up, and glanced at Erik. He was surprised to see Erik's golden eyes glaring at him. "Thank Allah your awake!"

Nadir whispered trying not to wake Christine.

"Where's my mask?" Erik replied coldly, though it barely came out more than a horse whisper.

Nadir hesitated. "Christine took it off. She said you needn't wear it around her."

"I don't give a damn what she said," Erik answered in the same horse whisper. "Give it to me." He raised his hand out from under the sheets, though it felt like a hundred pounds.

Nadir sighed, and reached over to the nightstand, and handed it to him.

After Erik safely secured it to his face he spoke again. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Close to two days. I had almost given up hope. Christine has been out of her mind with worry for you. She has scarcely left your side."

Erik did nothing, but nod, which proved to be a mistake. His head felt like it was about to explode. Trying not to pass out, he croaked, "Water."

Nadir quickly poured him a glass of water, from the pitcher from the nightstand. Despite Erik's refusal for help, he helped him sit up, and take a few sips of water. "I'll go get you some medicine for your head," Nadir said. "I'll be right back," he said leaving the room. When he returned Erik was asleep.

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When Erik woke up again, Christine was awake.

She gave a little cry of joy, and flung herself into his arms before he had time to react. Awkwardly he put his still heavy arms around her, basking in her touch.

"Your awake!" She cried, causing his head to pound. "Nadir said you woke before, but I didn't want to believe it," she said, beginning to cry, still holding on to him. "I thought you were going to die, and leave me!"

Erik would have commented angrily on that, but he didn't have a chance, and even if he had, he wouldn't have wanted to ruin the moment.

"I was so worried!" She said, as Erik stroked her curls gently, unsure of what to do.

There was a cough in the doorway, and Christine looked up and turned around.

"Christine that can't be good for him. I'm glad your awake Erik. Christine give the poor man a glass of water," Madame Giry said in her usual brisk manner, Madeline in her arms. "I'll go get your medicine that you didn't take last time." She placed Madeline on Erik's lap and left to go get it.

Erik struggled to sit up, but had to succumb to Christine's help. Once he had drank the glass of water he laid back down. Madeline crawled to the middle of his chest. She smiled, and put her hands on both sides of his face, only then he realized that his mask was once again missing.

"Christine, give me my mask," he said angrily.

Christine hesitated. "Erik you don't need to wear your mask. I've seen your face before, and I don't care."

"Give it to me," he said dangerously quiet.

Still Christine did not give it to him. "Madeline doesn't care either. She saw it while you were asleep. Look."

He suddenly took in that Madeline's hands were gently examining his face. He held his breath as she felt every crack and crevice. "Boo-boo," she said sadly. ((A/N: Yes Madeline can talk. I didn't see how to fit in her first words, so I just kind of put them in here, though it's not her real first word. She learned to talk a few weeks before. She would know "boo-boo", b/c Christine would have had to explain her ankle to her. Her first word was Mama, like most babies. Ok back to the story.)) Not daring to move, he watched as Madeline lowered her head to his and placed a gentle wet kiss on his deformed cheek.

"Christine, my mask," Erik said shaking slightly. "Please."

Silently, she handed his mask to him.

Erik had only felt someone touch his face once, Christine when she had kissed him. Never before, though, had anyone kissed his deformed flesh. He continued shaking.

"Here," Madame Giry said holding a small glass out to him. He hadn't even known she had returned. Carefully he sat up, ignoring the spinning of the room as he moved. Christine quickly took Madeline off his lap to make it easier for him. Trying to steady his hand, he took the glass from Madame Giry. In one gulp he finished it.

"Come Christine," Madame Giry said quietly. "He needs rest and so do you." Gently she took Christine's elbow and helped her walk out of the room.

Erik was asleep within minutes.

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A/N: Ahh. I love babies! I had to put that little part in!

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