The day it happened was a day Erik would never forget. It was the day he
was cursed, the day in which his dearest gift was taken from him, and it
wasn't fair. It wouldn't have been fair to the next guy, but it was most
horribly unfair to Erik. It was that evil, sunny day... March 20th.
Erik awoke, stifling hot. When he tried to sit up, he found it to his amazement that he most certainly could not. He remembered that this 20th was when Christine was to come back to sing with him, and well, if he couldn't even move... He didn't want to waste this day. If she left while he was in this state, she wouldn't come back for another week, and he just wouldn't be able to stand that.
Finally, Erik gathered up enough strength to pull himself up on his elbows, but a sudden wave of dizziness and a horrible ringing in his head brought him to his back once more. It was as if he had gained 500 pounds that last night... Something was definitely wrong.
Shaking weakly, he rolled out of his coffin onto the floor with a heavy thud, and a burst of pain and queasiness overtook him, making him wince in silent agony. Erik's mind wasn't working quite right, but the one thought that buzzed through his head at the moment was stronger than ever; he had to make it to the WC at any cost.
He failed tremendously and only made it a couple inches to his bedroom door before vomiting all over his expensive rug.
There was no mistaking it; he was down with SOMETHING.
There were only two remedies Erik could think useful when one was sick; bed rest, and water. Well, due to his stupid attempts at getting out of bed, the floor would just have to do. As for water... there was no WAY he could make it to the kitchen. His only option was -- Ayesha's water bowl, which was about two feet out of reach.
Erik pulled himself towards Ayesha's water, gasping for breath within seconds. When he was close enough to look down into the dish, he almost vomited again. There were bits of soggy food floating around in there, and a drowned fly.
'No way, there is no way in hell I'm drinking that,' Erik thought to himself. Giving up, he just decided to lay stupidly on the floor. It made his head throb to even turn it, so he uncomfortably positioned himself on his back, pulling off his cloak with effort.
Soon, he was in a delusional slumber.
A countless number of hours later, Ayesha woke him by walking on his chest annoyingly. Erik pushed her off drowsily and looked around the room. He felt a bit better. When he sat up, the same dizziness came, and he had to fall back to the floor. At least he didn't feel like throwing up anymore.
Ayesha came into view again, opening her mouth in a silent meow, as if she needed something.
Suddenly, something clicked in Erik's brain, and he sat up straight in terror, ignoring the painful dizziness. He grabbed Ayesha weakly, petting her soft head in a hurry, waiting for a purr.
There came none.
What was wrong with his cat? Was she sick too?
Erik pulled Ayesha closer to look at her, and as he did so, his hand came over her throat. It vibrated like a tiny rattle. He kept it there for a moment in confusion, feeling the slight pause in her silent purr every time she took another breath.
As a matter of fact...
Erik couldn't hear the normal ticking of his clock, or the mice in the ceiling, or...
"Hey! Hey!" Erik shouted. But he didn't say a word. "HEY!" Erik bellowed as loud as he could, having to drop to his back once more from the pain that had gathered in his body from sitting up for so long. He knew he was shouting, but he could not hear a word of it...
On that dreadful March day... Erik had gone deaf.
A/N: Eeps! Tell me if this was a horrible beginning... I got the inspiration for it from my ASL class, that's actually how my teacher went deaf. Anywho, please tell me if I should continue this!!!! :)
Erik awoke, stifling hot. When he tried to sit up, he found it to his amazement that he most certainly could not. He remembered that this 20th was when Christine was to come back to sing with him, and well, if he couldn't even move... He didn't want to waste this day. If she left while he was in this state, she wouldn't come back for another week, and he just wouldn't be able to stand that.
Finally, Erik gathered up enough strength to pull himself up on his elbows, but a sudden wave of dizziness and a horrible ringing in his head brought him to his back once more. It was as if he had gained 500 pounds that last night... Something was definitely wrong.
Shaking weakly, he rolled out of his coffin onto the floor with a heavy thud, and a burst of pain and queasiness overtook him, making him wince in silent agony. Erik's mind wasn't working quite right, but the one thought that buzzed through his head at the moment was stronger than ever; he had to make it to the WC at any cost.
He failed tremendously and only made it a couple inches to his bedroom door before vomiting all over his expensive rug.
There was no mistaking it; he was down with SOMETHING.
There were only two remedies Erik could think useful when one was sick; bed rest, and water. Well, due to his stupid attempts at getting out of bed, the floor would just have to do. As for water... there was no WAY he could make it to the kitchen. His only option was -- Ayesha's water bowl, which was about two feet out of reach.
Erik pulled himself towards Ayesha's water, gasping for breath within seconds. When he was close enough to look down into the dish, he almost vomited again. There were bits of soggy food floating around in there, and a drowned fly.
'No way, there is no way in hell I'm drinking that,' Erik thought to himself. Giving up, he just decided to lay stupidly on the floor. It made his head throb to even turn it, so he uncomfortably positioned himself on his back, pulling off his cloak with effort.
Soon, he was in a delusional slumber.
A countless number of hours later, Ayesha woke him by walking on his chest annoyingly. Erik pushed her off drowsily and looked around the room. He felt a bit better. When he sat up, the same dizziness came, and he had to fall back to the floor. At least he didn't feel like throwing up anymore.
Ayesha came into view again, opening her mouth in a silent meow, as if she needed something.
Suddenly, something clicked in Erik's brain, and he sat up straight in terror, ignoring the painful dizziness. He grabbed Ayesha weakly, petting her soft head in a hurry, waiting for a purr.
There came none.
What was wrong with his cat? Was she sick too?
Erik pulled Ayesha closer to look at her, and as he did so, his hand came over her throat. It vibrated like a tiny rattle. He kept it there for a moment in confusion, feeling the slight pause in her silent purr every time she took another breath.
As a matter of fact...
Erik couldn't hear the normal ticking of his clock, or the mice in the ceiling, or...
"Hey! Hey!" Erik shouted. But he didn't say a word. "HEY!" Erik bellowed as loud as he could, having to drop to his back once more from the pain that had gathered in his body from sitting up for so long. He knew he was shouting, but he could not hear a word of it...
On that dreadful March day... Erik had gone deaf.
A/N: Eeps! Tell me if this was a horrible beginning... I got the inspiration for it from my ASL class, that's actually how my teacher went deaf. Anywho, please tell me if I should continue this!!!! :)