*A/N* The song used in chapter 4 is called: Here is Gone by the Goo Goo
Dolls. Thanks Lady Marguerite Blakeney!!!!
Out of the Darkness... She Knows I'm Here
The rest of the week passed by languidly. Christian spent the day practically babysitting Satine while she continued to act like a two-year- old. He spent the nights holding her while she cried from yet another nightmare.
The doctor visited everyday. He had no explanation for Satine's odd behavior. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. All they could do was wait for her to find her way out of the fog. The doctor almost told Christian there was no hope, but refrained. There was no evidence she couldn't make it; Christian would save her.
This particular morning started no differently than the rest. The doctor entered the room and saw Satine sitting on the floor, cooing happily at her stuffed bear. Christian sat on the bed and watched her carefully, hoping for a reaction that would let her behave like an adult.
"Any changes?" the doctor asked him in a low voice. Christian shook his head in response.
"Is she going to be okay?" Christian asked the doctor, never taking his eyes off her. His eyes were brimming with tears.
The doctor sighed. He had no idea. "I think it's time to try again."
For the past few days, a new technique to get Satine well again. It consisted of forcing her to relive the events of her kidnapping to force a response. The only thing they'd gotten so far was the same reaction she produced when she had a nightmare, which was better than her behavior now.
Christian called her over and she immediately complied, leaving her toy behind. He smiled faded once she saw the doctor. She stopped and refused to go to Christian as long as the doctor was present.
"Satine, please come here..." She shook her head. Christian got up and went to her. She was shaking!
"No... Please no..." she whispered against him. Christian's jaw dropped in disbelief. The doctor stared, dumbfounded, at the couple standing in front of him. She'd spoken! Somehow, she'd found it in her to speak.
The doctor, judging the progress for the day successful, left the two without a word. Christian was doing a better job than he; it was best to leave them be for now.
"Satine!" Christian exclaimed when he'd found his voice. Their eyes met, both filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry Christian," she whispered, her voice broken by sobs. He held her tightly.
"Whatever for?" he asked gently. Nothing we could think of justified her apology. She simply shook her head in response.
"It's alright..." he comforted. In return, she cuddled against his and closed her eyes. Nothing to fear in his arms. "I just hope you know I'm here for you..."
***
They spent the majority of the day in silence, even though Christian was itching to talk to her. Though he didn't want to rush her, he needed to know what happened.
Night fell and Christian still hadn't found a way to get some answers out of her. He hadn't asked any questions of course, but he had a feeling that all she would say would be: "I'm sorry", like she was doing every now and then.
Satine lay quietly on the bed as Christian's thoughts brewed inside his head. He stopped his thinking after he heard sniffles coming from her.
"Satine?" he inquired. "What's wrong?" When she didn't answer he went to sit at the edge of the bed, hoping she would say something.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to... I..." she choked out between sobs.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about, okay?" No response from her this time.
Christian moved to lay behind her, her back facing him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "It wasn't your fault."
She nodded slowly, but he doubted she believed him. Satine turned to face him, and cuddled onto him.
"I love you Christian."
His heart sang. "I love you too."
They fell asleep after that, and for the first time, no nightmare came to haunt her.
Out of the Darkness... She Knows I'm Here
The rest of the week passed by languidly. Christian spent the day practically babysitting Satine while she continued to act like a two-year- old. He spent the nights holding her while she cried from yet another nightmare.
The doctor visited everyday. He had no explanation for Satine's odd behavior. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. All they could do was wait for her to find her way out of the fog. The doctor almost told Christian there was no hope, but refrained. There was no evidence she couldn't make it; Christian would save her.
This particular morning started no differently than the rest. The doctor entered the room and saw Satine sitting on the floor, cooing happily at her stuffed bear. Christian sat on the bed and watched her carefully, hoping for a reaction that would let her behave like an adult.
"Any changes?" the doctor asked him in a low voice. Christian shook his head in response.
"Is she going to be okay?" Christian asked the doctor, never taking his eyes off her. His eyes were brimming with tears.
The doctor sighed. He had no idea. "I think it's time to try again."
For the past few days, a new technique to get Satine well again. It consisted of forcing her to relive the events of her kidnapping to force a response. The only thing they'd gotten so far was the same reaction she produced when she had a nightmare, which was better than her behavior now.
Christian called her over and she immediately complied, leaving her toy behind. He smiled faded once she saw the doctor. She stopped and refused to go to Christian as long as the doctor was present.
"Satine, please come here..." She shook her head. Christian got up and went to her. She was shaking!
"No... Please no..." she whispered against him. Christian's jaw dropped in disbelief. The doctor stared, dumbfounded, at the couple standing in front of him. She'd spoken! Somehow, she'd found it in her to speak.
The doctor, judging the progress for the day successful, left the two without a word. Christian was doing a better job than he; it was best to leave them be for now.
"Satine!" Christian exclaimed when he'd found his voice. Their eyes met, both filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry Christian," she whispered, her voice broken by sobs. He held her tightly.
"Whatever for?" he asked gently. Nothing we could think of justified her apology. She simply shook her head in response.
"It's alright..." he comforted. In return, she cuddled against his and closed her eyes. Nothing to fear in his arms. "I just hope you know I'm here for you..."
***
They spent the majority of the day in silence, even though Christian was itching to talk to her. Though he didn't want to rush her, he needed to know what happened.
Night fell and Christian still hadn't found a way to get some answers out of her. He hadn't asked any questions of course, but he had a feeling that all she would say would be: "I'm sorry", like she was doing every now and then.
Satine lay quietly on the bed as Christian's thoughts brewed inside his head. He stopped his thinking after he heard sniffles coming from her.
"Satine?" he inquired. "What's wrong?" When she didn't answer he went to sit at the edge of the bed, hoping she would say something.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to... I..." she choked out between sobs.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about, okay?" No response from her this time.
Christian moved to lay behind her, her back facing him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "It wasn't your fault."
She nodded slowly, but he doubted she believed him. Satine turned to face him, and cuddled onto him.
"I love you Christian."
His heart sang. "I love you too."
They fell asleep after that, and for the first time, no nightmare came to haunt her.