Author's Note --- I'm not Baz Luhrman. He owns everything.
In The End --- And Stronger Than Love
Christian sat on the bed, finishing the strawberry-filled pastry that he had brought for Satine. Rising, he takes the plate back into the kitchen, setting it on the counter where numerous other dirty dishes reside. He glances towards the bathroom, frowning. Satine had been in there an awful long time. "Satine? You alright?" He calls, moving towards the bathroom and knocking on the door. He pauses, waiting for a response, but getting none. "Satine?"
As he gets no response the second time, he begins turning the knob. It's a good thing no doors have a lock in his garret, forgiving the main one. "Satine?" he calls once more, before pushing the door open all the way. As he sees the sight before him, he freezes, unable to move. It takes him a good five seconds or so before he manages to react, dropping down beside his fallen love.
Satine lays sprawled on the bathroom floor, her blood soaked tissue still held in her hand. A bit of blood remains dripping out of the corner of her mouth, the deep crimson contrasting greatly with her pale ivory skin.
"Satine! Satine!" he begins screaming, picking her shoulders up so he can pull her to him. "Oh god, Satine!" Tears roll down his face, holding onto her tightly. "Satine." He doesn't want to let her go, but he knows he has to go find help. Given that it's not too late. He checks to make sure he can see the rise and fall of her chest before he slowly lays her back on the ground, before running blindly towards the hole he knows is in the ceiling. "TOULOUSE! TOULOUSE! SATIE! SOMEONE! HELP!" He fights back the urge to just collapse right there and cry his pain away, and instead turns to open the door to his garret wide. "HELP! SOMEBODY! GET DR. MATHEWS! SOMEBODY!" His screaming was finally met with, "Chwistian? Cwistian, what's wong? We'we coming."
Christian sighs in relief as someone finally comes to his aid, and he looks out the door as he awaits Toulouse's arrival. "Hurry, Toulouse! It's Satine! She's unconscious! Find someone who can get Dr. Mathews! HURRY!" With the knowledge that help is on the way, he quickly returns to the bathroom, so he can hold his beloved, in what could very well be her last moments.
Minutes later, the dwarf comes roaming into the garret. "Cwistian? Where awe you? Satie's gone to get the doctow, but whewe awe you? How is she? What happened?" Christian wipes his eyes, quieting himself from his sobs. "Toulouse, I'm in the bathroom. Satine. I. I found her.. She's dying, Toulouse. She's dying." he manages to say, before he begins trembling, the sobs erupting from him again.
Toulouse appears at the doorway, eyes large and sad. "Come, Cwistian. Lets move her to the bed." Christian nods, moving slowly and ever so gently. Lifting her into his arms as he would a baby, he moves her out of the bathroom, finally laying her down on his mattress. Several of his tears fall from his face, specking over her face as he looks down at her. "My beautiful Satine.. My love.. Don't leave me. Oh god, don't leave me." He breaks into another round of sobs, dropping to his knees next to the bed. Toulouse pulls the covers up comfortably around Satine, moving her arms into a comfortable position. He stops suddenly as he sees the engagement ring on her finger, and he gasps. Glancing up to Christian, he frowns sadly, before reaching up to brush the red locks from her face.
"It'll be alwight, Chwistian. This'll wowk out. You'll see." Christian glances up to Toulouse, shaking his head. "No, it won't. It'll never be alright again. She's dying. She's dying." His sobbing continues, and Toulouse sighs, turning away. "Poow Chwistian. It's howwible that the best of us all must suffer from heawtache," he whispers to himself, moving into the hall to wait for the doctor's arrival.
Another end of a chapter. Well? What do you think? I need feedback, people! .To be continued.
In The End --- And Stronger Than Love
Christian sat on the bed, finishing the strawberry-filled pastry that he had brought for Satine. Rising, he takes the plate back into the kitchen, setting it on the counter where numerous other dirty dishes reside. He glances towards the bathroom, frowning. Satine had been in there an awful long time. "Satine? You alright?" He calls, moving towards the bathroom and knocking on the door. He pauses, waiting for a response, but getting none. "Satine?"
As he gets no response the second time, he begins turning the knob. It's a good thing no doors have a lock in his garret, forgiving the main one. "Satine?" he calls once more, before pushing the door open all the way. As he sees the sight before him, he freezes, unable to move. It takes him a good five seconds or so before he manages to react, dropping down beside his fallen love.
Satine lays sprawled on the bathroom floor, her blood soaked tissue still held in her hand. A bit of blood remains dripping out of the corner of her mouth, the deep crimson contrasting greatly with her pale ivory skin.
"Satine! Satine!" he begins screaming, picking her shoulders up so he can pull her to him. "Oh god, Satine!" Tears roll down his face, holding onto her tightly. "Satine." He doesn't want to let her go, but he knows he has to go find help. Given that it's not too late. He checks to make sure he can see the rise and fall of her chest before he slowly lays her back on the ground, before running blindly towards the hole he knows is in the ceiling. "TOULOUSE! TOULOUSE! SATIE! SOMEONE! HELP!" He fights back the urge to just collapse right there and cry his pain away, and instead turns to open the door to his garret wide. "HELP! SOMEBODY! GET DR. MATHEWS! SOMEBODY!" His screaming was finally met with, "Chwistian? Cwistian, what's wong? We'we coming."
Christian sighs in relief as someone finally comes to his aid, and he looks out the door as he awaits Toulouse's arrival. "Hurry, Toulouse! It's Satine! She's unconscious! Find someone who can get Dr. Mathews! HURRY!" With the knowledge that help is on the way, he quickly returns to the bathroom, so he can hold his beloved, in what could very well be her last moments.
Minutes later, the dwarf comes roaming into the garret. "Cwistian? Where awe you? Satie's gone to get the doctow, but whewe awe you? How is she? What happened?" Christian wipes his eyes, quieting himself from his sobs. "Toulouse, I'm in the bathroom. Satine. I. I found her.. She's dying, Toulouse. She's dying." he manages to say, before he begins trembling, the sobs erupting from him again.
Toulouse appears at the doorway, eyes large and sad. "Come, Cwistian. Lets move her to the bed." Christian nods, moving slowly and ever so gently. Lifting her into his arms as he would a baby, he moves her out of the bathroom, finally laying her down on his mattress. Several of his tears fall from his face, specking over her face as he looks down at her. "My beautiful Satine.. My love.. Don't leave me. Oh god, don't leave me." He breaks into another round of sobs, dropping to his knees next to the bed. Toulouse pulls the covers up comfortably around Satine, moving her arms into a comfortable position. He stops suddenly as he sees the engagement ring on her finger, and he gasps. Glancing up to Christian, he frowns sadly, before reaching up to brush the red locks from her face.
"It'll be alwight, Chwistian. This'll wowk out. You'll see." Christian glances up to Toulouse, shaking his head. "No, it won't. It'll never be alright again. She's dying. She's dying." His sobbing continues, and Toulouse sighs, turning away. "Poow Chwistian. It's howwible that the best of us all must suffer from heawtache," he whispers to himself, moving into the hall to wait for the doctor's arrival.
Another end of a chapter. Well? What do you think? I need feedback, people! .To be continued.