*A/N* The song used is by Aerosmith (I forget what it's called exactly) but
it was the theme song for the movie Armageddon, if that helps.
Out of the Darkness... Give Up the Chase
He awoke the next morning with a brilliant smile plastered on his face. Satine was alright, and sleeping contently in his arms. He watched her, wanting to stay like that forever.
"I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing
Why do you smile when you are sleeping,
While you're far away dreaming?
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender.
I could stay lost in this moment, forever.
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure..."
Inspiration struck him like a bolt of lighting. He had to write this down. Christian rose slowly as not to wake Satine and went to his typewriter. His belongings had been brought by Chocolat. For the first time in months, words flowed from him and onto paper without effort, just as it was when writing Spectacular Spectacular. His muse had returned to him! Maybe now he could work...
Satine stirred at the sound of the faint clicking of the typewriter's keys. How long had it been since she'd heard that sound? She sat up on the bed and watched him pound feverishly at the keys. Just like she remembered.
Christian heard her stir and stopped his writing immediately. He turned to face her; she was avoiding his eyes. Her slender shoulders where slumped, her small frame was curled up tightly... She looked so unsure.
"Morning love," he exclaimed happily. She flinched at his words.
"Morning,' Satine mumbled. She still wouldn't look at him.
Christian was about to voice something else, but a knock at the door interrupted him. He excused himself and found himself face to face with the doctor.
"I need to speak with you."
They stepped outside Satine's dressing room and shut the door. She didn't seem to care much about Christian's departure.
"I know why miss Satine was acting like a child!"
Christian urged him to continue.
"It's a form of withdrawal, when a patient returns to simpler, happier times in order to escape the pain."
"Pain?" Christian exclaimed. "She wasn't like that the day they found her!"
"Christian," the doctor begun somberly," miss Satine has been through a terrible ordeal, one that was accompanied with many forms of withdrawal. I believe she had surpassed those, but it's not over yet. The next step is depression."
"Depression?"
"Yes. A dark period that will surely pass without a problem with miss Satine. You're doing an excellent job of taking care you of, you know-"
"How can I tell if it's serious?"
"For you? Well, if she won't look at you, she may feel ashamed and feel like she has to do this on her own. Feelings of abandonment, fear, loss of sense of life and so on. Slumped shoulders, lonesome retreats, refusing to talk to a loved one they trust... I once had a patient whose depression was so severe, like the symptoms I just gave, that he tried to kill himself. It was-"
The doctor chattered on but Christian wasn't listening. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. "A patient that tried to kill himself?" he thought, panicked. Only one thought sounded in his head: Satine!
He burst through the door and looked over to the bed; Satine was gone!
"No!"
Before he had the chance to make a move, a blood-curling scream emitted from the balcony. "I've just gotten her back! She can't leave me like this now!"
"Satine!" he yelled, like it was literally the end of the world. For Christian, it was.
Out of the Darkness... Give Up the Chase
He awoke the next morning with a brilliant smile plastered on his face. Satine was alright, and sleeping contently in his arms. He watched her, wanting to stay like that forever.
"I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing
Why do you smile when you are sleeping,
While you're far away dreaming?
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender.
I could stay lost in this moment, forever.
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure..."
Inspiration struck him like a bolt of lighting. He had to write this down. Christian rose slowly as not to wake Satine and went to his typewriter. His belongings had been brought by Chocolat. For the first time in months, words flowed from him and onto paper without effort, just as it was when writing Spectacular Spectacular. His muse had returned to him! Maybe now he could work...
Satine stirred at the sound of the faint clicking of the typewriter's keys. How long had it been since she'd heard that sound? She sat up on the bed and watched him pound feverishly at the keys. Just like she remembered.
Christian heard her stir and stopped his writing immediately. He turned to face her; she was avoiding his eyes. Her slender shoulders where slumped, her small frame was curled up tightly... She looked so unsure.
"Morning love," he exclaimed happily. She flinched at his words.
"Morning,' Satine mumbled. She still wouldn't look at him.
Christian was about to voice something else, but a knock at the door interrupted him. He excused himself and found himself face to face with the doctor.
"I need to speak with you."
They stepped outside Satine's dressing room and shut the door. She didn't seem to care much about Christian's departure.
"I know why miss Satine was acting like a child!"
Christian urged him to continue.
"It's a form of withdrawal, when a patient returns to simpler, happier times in order to escape the pain."
"Pain?" Christian exclaimed. "She wasn't like that the day they found her!"
"Christian," the doctor begun somberly," miss Satine has been through a terrible ordeal, one that was accompanied with many forms of withdrawal. I believe she had surpassed those, but it's not over yet. The next step is depression."
"Depression?"
"Yes. A dark period that will surely pass without a problem with miss Satine. You're doing an excellent job of taking care you of, you know-"
"How can I tell if it's serious?"
"For you? Well, if she won't look at you, she may feel ashamed and feel like she has to do this on her own. Feelings of abandonment, fear, loss of sense of life and so on. Slumped shoulders, lonesome retreats, refusing to talk to a loved one they trust... I once had a patient whose depression was so severe, like the symptoms I just gave, that he tried to kill himself. It was-"
The doctor chattered on but Christian wasn't listening. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. "A patient that tried to kill himself?" he thought, panicked. Only one thought sounded in his head: Satine!
He burst through the door and looked over to the bed; Satine was gone!
"No!"
Before he had the chance to make a move, a blood-curling scream emitted from the balcony. "I've just gotten her back! She can't leave me like this now!"
"Satine!" he yelled, like it was literally the end of the world. For Christian, it was.