Author's Note --- I'm not Baz Luhrman. I own nothing!
In The End --- Goodbye?
Christian sat in the same position he'd been in since IT happened. He didn't know how long it'd been. Hours, days, months. His back pressed against the wall outside of his garret, he wipes the tears off his cheeks, not sure how longer he'll be able to take sitting here.
After Satine had collapsed, Christian had certainly panicked. Not wanting to leave her there alone, he had opened his door, and just begun to scream for help. He knew all of the actors were still back at the Moulin Rouge, celebrating, so he couldn't get help from Toulouse or Satie. Finally, an older woman in her mid-thirties had heard his screams, and had brought them a doctor. And it certainly wasn't any too soon.
As soon as the doctor had arrived, he'd shooed Christian out, and that is where he resided now. In his hand, he flipped the engagement ring over and over, which only caused him to begin to sob again. He finally got her again. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't. He finally rose, ready to break down the door if he had to, when the door swung open. Christian stood face to face to the doctor, gripping the ring in his fist.
"Well? How is she? What's wrong? Is she okay?" The doctor glances back into the darkened room, before ushering Christian back outside with him. Shutting the door gently behind him, he sighs. "Mr. ----," he pauses, arching an eyebrow inquisitively at Christian. "Harrison," Christian supplies. "Ah yes, Mr. Harrison. I'm afraid that Mademoiselle Satine is dying. She has consumption." Christian's eyes widen in horror, and he leans back against the wall, to keep himself from collapsing.
"No… no…" He swallows loudly, his worst fear coming alive. He's losing her again. For good. "No. W-What.. Th-there's gotta be something I can do. Tell me what I can do!" He demands, watching the doctor urgently. "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. There is no cure for consumption; Not here, at least. There are a few remedies that could help her condition, but the only way for her to overcome this would be a miracle. I'm surprised she's still alive." Christian finds himself holding his breath, and he lets it out slowly.
"What do I do? Tell me what to do." The doctor shakes his head, motioning for Christian to lower his voice. "Mademoiselle Satine will need peace and quiet. She can't exert herself; She must save her energy. She must not do anything physical that would take much more strength than scratching her nose. She shouldn't talk much; what she does say should be in a whisper. Despite all of this, it may not save her. Still, it will make things easier for her, and it may give her a bit more time."
Christian finds himself trembling as he nods his head towards the door. "C- can I see her?" The doctor nods his head, pushing the door open slowly. "Yes. But be quiet. I'm going back home. If you need me, ask around for a Dr. Mathews. Someone will find me. Good day," he says, disappearing down the hall before Christian can thank him.
Slowly, Christian enters the room, his eyes having to adjust to the darkness in the room. Straining his eyes to make sure he doesn't knock anything over and disturb Satine, he makes his way to the bed. Tears begin to fall once more at the sight of her, lying in the bed, looking so weak and pale. "Satine.. Oh, Satine.." he whispers, falling to his knees as he takes her hand in his, sobbing into the sheets of his bed.
The End of yet another chapter. Tell me if I should continue, 'kay? I wouldn't wanna keep goin' if everyone hates it! And no, I'm not gonna kill her off! I can't even watch the very end of the movie when she dies; there's no way I could kill her off by choice!
In The End --- Goodbye?
Christian sat in the same position he'd been in since IT happened. He didn't know how long it'd been. Hours, days, months. His back pressed against the wall outside of his garret, he wipes the tears off his cheeks, not sure how longer he'll be able to take sitting here.
After Satine had collapsed, Christian had certainly panicked. Not wanting to leave her there alone, he had opened his door, and just begun to scream for help. He knew all of the actors were still back at the Moulin Rouge, celebrating, so he couldn't get help from Toulouse or Satie. Finally, an older woman in her mid-thirties had heard his screams, and had brought them a doctor. And it certainly wasn't any too soon.
As soon as the doctor had arrived, he'd shooed Christian out, and that is where he resided now. In his hand, he flipped the engagement ring over and over, which only caused him to begin to sob again. He finally got her again. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't. He finally rose, ready to break down the door if he had to, when the door swung open. Christian stood face to face to the doctor, gripping the ring in his fist.
"Well? How is she? What's wrong? Is she okay?" The doctor glances back into the darkened room, before ushering Christian back outside with him. Shutting the door gently behind him, he sighs. "Mr. ----," he pauses, arching an eyebrow inquisitively at Christian. "Harrison," Christian supplies. "Ah yes, Mr. Harrison. I'm afraid that Mademoiselle Satine is dying. She has consumption." Christian's eyes widen in horror, and he leans back against the wall, to keep himself from collapsing.
"No… no…" He swallows loudly, his worst fear coming alive. He's losing her again. For good. "No. W-What.. Th-there's gotta be something I can do. Tell me what I can do!" He demands, watching the doctor urgently. "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. There is no cure for consumption; Not here, at least. There are a few remedies that could help her condition, but the only way for her to overcome this would be a miracle. I'm surprised she's still alive." Christian finds himself holding his breath, and he lets it out slowly.
"What do I do? Tell me what to do." The doctor shakes his head, motioning for Christian to lower his voice. "Mademoiselle Satine will need peace and quiet. She can't exert herself; She must save her energy. She must not do anything physical that would take much more strength than scratching her nose. She shouldn't talk much; what she does say should be in a whisper. Despite all of this, it may not save her. Still, it will make things easier for her, and it may give her a bit more time."
Christian finds himself trembling as he nods his head towards the door. "C- can I see her?" The doctor nods his head, pushing the door open slowly. "Yes. But be quiet. I'm going back home. If you need me, ask around for a Dr. Mathews. Someone will find me. Good day," he says, disappearing down the hall before Christian can thank him.
Slowly, Christian enters the room, his eyes having to adjust to the darkness in the room. Straining his eyes to make sure he doesn't knock anything over and disturb Satine, he makes his way to the bed. Tears begin to fall once more at the sight of her, lying in the bed, looking so weak and pale. "Satine.. Oh, Satine.." he whispers, falling to his knees as he takes her hand in his, sobbing into the sheets of his bed.
The End of yet another chapter. Tell me if I should continue, 'kay? I wouldn't wanna keep goin' if everyone hates it! And no, I'm not gonna kill her off! I can't even watch the very end of the movie when she dies; there's no way I could kill her off by choice!