Disclaimer: All Moulin Rouge! characters belong to Baz Luhrmann. I do own
Dr. Bordeaux, Christian's mother, and sister Corrine. Some dialogue used
from the movie.
A/N: I'll be adding the rest of the chapters as soon as I get home tonight. Don't forget to R&R!
--Courtney
Chapter 1: Don't leave me
*Satine's POV*
The final curtain fell. The Duke was gone; Christian was back in her arms once more.
'How wonderful life is when you're in love,' she thought to herself.
As she looked around at the various dancers, she gave Nini a small smile. To her surprise, she returned it back for once. Out of nowhere, Satine felt that horrible tightening of her chest, but this time, it was ten times worse as her lungs struggled for air. She started wheezing and coughing, trying to breathe, but also trying to not make a scene. She felt herself get dizzy and before she knew it, she started her silent descend to the ground.
"Satine!" Christian yelled, as he caught her a split second before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms as she struggled to speak.
"Somebody get some help!" he hollered at the top of his lungs. "Satine." he trailed off.
"Christian.I'm dying," Satine whispered as silent tears rolled down her face.
"You'll be all right," he replied as he lightly stroked her face.
"So.cold," Satine started. She barely got the last word out without gasping for air. "Go on Christian, you.have so.much to give. Tell our story, Christian," she sobbed.
"No, No.don't go Satine.please don't go," he cried.
"Yes.Yes, promise me," she soothed.
"No," Christian replied.
"Yes, that way I'll always be with you," she whispered. Satine gently closed her eyes and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Chocolat hurried quickly down the stage with Dr. Bordeaux, the local doctor that lived in a flat two blocks away from the nightclub.
"Now there lad, don't fret now, she's not gone yet. There is still hope. Move over and let me see what can be done for her." Dr. Bordeaux said.
"Can.can you save her?" Christian trembled, his eyes red and bloodshot as he clutched Satine's limp hand.
"Time will tell, sir. Now please let me examine her and then I will answer as many questions as you want." He replied in an annoyed tone. Many of the performers silently stepped back a few feet, as looks of shock became visible on their faces. Their beloved Sparkling Diamond was barely hanging on to life itself.
After what seemed like ages, Dr. Bordeaux moved aside and started towards a distraught Christian.
"Lad, Mademoiselle Satine has a disease called consumption. The disease slowly eats away her lung tissue, making it harder for her to get the required amounts of air to breathe. Normally, cases like these prove to be quite fatal in the long run. Mademoiselle Satine's is in quite an advanced stage, but if you follow my specific instructions, she can be expected to make a full recovery within six months, I would say," he stated.
"Yes, I'd do anything for her," Christian said hurriedly.
"Very well. Now, I'll be prescribing certain medications for her to take to fight off the disease. I will also give her a syrup to help with her cough. These medications need to be given to her on a daily basis. She will need to be taken somewhere where there is fresh air and a less crowded environment. Perhaps a cottage somewhere in the countryside would be suitable for now. I'd say plenty of bedrest and placing limits on her strenuous activity would help to speed her recovery by leaps and bounds. Here are her medications, take them and give them to her the minute she awakens," he said professionally. Christian pocketed the medications and cradled Satine's pale body in his arms.
"Now, do you have any plans of returning to a city environment within the next several months?" Doctor Bordeaux questioned as many of the leads in the show filtered off the stage.
"Yes, eventually. My father and mother live in London and I'm expected to be home by the spring. My sister Corrine is due to have another child by the end of March and I'm expected to be present at the christening," he rambled on as the doctor nodded.
"I see. Perhaps take Mademoiselle Satine to the French countryside for a few months until her lungs strengthen and then travel back to London. I can recommend quite a few of my colleagues there and refer you to them, if you'd like," he added kindly.
"You are most kind, sir. Thank you," Christian said as the doctor nodded.
Christian shook hands with the doctor and attempted to pay him, but Dr. Bordeaux put up a hand to stop him.
"Now that's not necessary lad, just promise me you'll take good care of her and that's all I need to hear," he nodded. With that, Dr. Bordeaux tipped his hat and was escorted by Chocolat out of the double doors.
Christian knelt beside Satine and gently lifted her unconscious body off of the floor and headed towards his garret across the street, until he could find a better home for her.
A/N: I'll be adding the rest of the chapters as soon as I get home tonight. Don't forget to R&R!
--Courtney
Chapter 1: Don't leave me
*Satine's POV*
The final curtain fell. The Duke was gone; Christian was back in her arms once more.
'How wonderful life is when you're in love,' she thought to herself.
As she looked around at the various dancers, she gave Nini a small smile. To her surprise, she returned it back for once. Out of nowhere, Satine felt that horrible tightening of her chest, but this time, it was ten times worse as her lungs struggled for air. She started wheezing and coughing, trying to breathe, but also trying to not make a scene. She felt herself get dizzy and before she knew it, she started her silent descend to the ground.
"Satine!" Christian yelled, as he caught her a split second before she hit the ground. He cradled her in his arms as she struggled to speak.
"Somebody get some help!" he hollered at the top of his lungs. "Satine." he trailed off.
"Christian.I'm dying," Satine whispered as silent tears rolled down her face.
"You'll be all right," he replied as he lightly stroked her face.
"So.cold," Satine started. She barely got the last word out without gasping for air. "Go on Christian, you.have so.much to give. Tell our story, Christian," she sobbed.
"No, No.don't go Satine.please don't go," he cried.
"Yes.Yes, promise me," she soothed.
"No," Christian replied.
"Yes, that way I'll always be with you," she whispered. Satine gently closed her eyes and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Chocolat hurried quickly down the stage with Dr. Bordeaux, the local doctor that lived in a flat two blocks away from the nightclub.
"Now there lad, don't fret now, she's not gone yet. There is still hope. Move over and let me see what can be done for her." Dr. Bordeaux said.
"Can.can you save her?" Christian trembled, his eyes red and bloodshot as he clutched Satine's limp hand.
"Time will tell, sir. Now please let me examine her and then I will answer as many questions as you want." He replied in an annoyed tone. Many of the performers silently stepped back a few feet, as looks of shock became visible on their faces. Their beloved Sparkling Diamond was barely hanging on to life itself.
After what seemed like ages, Dr. Bordeaux moved aside and started towards a distraught Christian.
"Lad, Mademoiselle Satine has a disease called consumption. The disease slowly eats away her lung tissue, making it harder for her to get the required amounts of air to breathe. Normally, cases like these prove to be quite fatal in the long run. Mademoiselle Satine's is in quite an advanced stage, but if you follow my specific instructions, she can be expected to make a full recovery within six months, I would say," he stated.
"Yes, I'd do anything for her," Christian said hurriedly.
"Very well. Now, I'll be prescribing certain medications for her to take to fight off the disease. I will also give her a syrup to help with her cough. These medications need to be given to her on a daily basis. She will need to be taken somewhere where there is fresh air and a less crowded environment. Perhaps a cottage somewhere in the countryside would be suitable for now. I'd say plenty of bedrest and placing limits on her strenuous activity would help to speed her recovery by leaps and bounds. Here are her medications, take them and give them to her the minute she awakens," he said professionally. Christian pocketed the medications and cradled Satine's pale body in his arms.
"Now, do you have any plans of returning to a city environment within the next several months?" Doctor Bordeaux questioned as many of the leads in the show filtered off the stage.
"Yes, eventually. My father and mother live in London and I'm expected to be home by the spring. My sister Corrine is due to have another child by the end of March and I'm expected to be present at the christening," he rambled on as the doctor nodded.
"I see. Perhaps take Mademoiselle Satine to the French countryside for a few months until her lungs strengthen and then travel back to London. I can recommend quite a few of my colleagues there and refer you to them, if you'd like," he added kindly.
"You are most kind, sir. Thank you," Christian said as the doctor nodded.
Christian shook hands with the doctor and attempted to pay him, but Dr. Bordeaux put up a hand to stop him.
"Now that's not necessary lad, just promise me you'll take good care of her and that's all I need to hear," he nodded. With that, Dr. Bordeaux tipped his hat and was escorted by Chocolat out of the double doors.
Christian knelt beside Satine and gently lifted her unconscious body off of the floor and headed towards his garret across the street, until he could find a better home for her.