AHH! Please don't yell at me! I now work so hard on this story! But if too many people hate it, of course, I can change it. I just wanted to move on with the story line, and I had this planned for awhile. (Just to help you guys out so you don't fill up the review page with 'I hate you' and 'how could you' notes and the like, I don't like sad endings. That is why I cried when Satine died...
Ryan hit the floor hard, then clasped his hands to his ears. He opened his eyes quickly, then checked to see if he was hit. He wasn't, and sighed in relief. He began to stand up when he heard a pained gasp behind him.
He turned to see Christian, who was now standing over him. Christian had closed his eyes, and clenched his hands to his side. He opened his eyes, filled with pain, and sank slowly to his knees, then to the floor.
Satine rushed to his side, frantic. Ryan backed up in shock into a wall. The Duke however, smiled at the way events had unfolded, and slipped quickly out the door. Satine slowly rolled Christian onto his back. He cried out when she touched his left side, and her hand came away crimson red. She choked down a sob and pulled his hands away. Then she pulled his shirt away from the wound.
Christian's eyes were now open wide, and he had lifted a hand in the air as if he were reaching for something. He gasped in a breath of air. "Ryan...where's Ryan? Is he alright?"
Satine nodded, holding back her tears. The wound had indeed gone into his left side, at the bottom of his rib cage. There was no exit wound, so Satine knew that the bullet was still inside of the poor man. Ryan heard Christian's question and leapt forward. He grasped Christian's outstretched hand, ignoring the blood. At Christian's question, Ryan had understood what had happened. The Duke had been aiming at him, but Christian had pushed him away, taking the bullet instead.
Ryan bent down so that Christian could turn his head to see him. "I'm alright, Christian. I'm fine."
Christian smiled despite the obvious pain he was in. "Good...That's all that matters..." He closed his eyes, and the hand Ryan still held on to went limp. Ryan's heart fell, and his eyes began to tear up. Satine thought for a moment that she had lost him. But she still felt his pulse as she attempted to stop the bleeding bullet hole. He wasn't gone yet.
They heard the door open, and Ryan and Satine looked up in fear, expecting it to be the Duke again, coming to finish Christian off. Instead, it was Marie, who took in the whole scene with one glance. She saw Christian bleeding on the floor and gasped. "Satine! What happened?"
Satine shook her head quickly. "I'll have to tell you later. But please Marie, go and fetch an emergency doctor! Christian needs a doctor, or he won't make it." she said in a voice low enough for Marie to hear, but hopefully not Christian. Marie nodded quickly, and practically ran out of the door.
Satine turned to look at Ryan, who was still grasping Christian's hand. Then she heard a soft moan and looked down at Christian. He was slowly waking back up. He blinked a few times, then began to cough. Satine half expected to see blood coming from the coughs, but didn't. He looked up at her with sad, tired eyes. "I'm sorry." he managed to say.
Satine put her forehead on his, then kissed him. He smiled, but closed his eyes again. "Christian!" she said loudly. He forced his eyes back open to look at her. "You can't give up. You just can't."
"I can't..."
"Can't what? Can't fight it? Yes you can! You can and you must! You must live, Christian. And not just for me."
Christian grimaced suddenly from the pain. Then he focused on Satine. "What?"
"You're not just living for me, anymore. You're living for Ryan. He's yours, Christian. He's our son. I didn't know how to tell you."
Christian's eyes went wide for a moment before he smiled. "I thought so."
Satine smiled. "You did? How?"
"Look at him. How could I not...guess?"
"Who else's could he be? I swore myself to you Christian. I love you." She ran a hand through his hair. "You have to come through this. I know you can."
Christian said nothing, only turned his head to look at Ryan. Ryan smiled and squeezed his hand. "I knew you were my father." he said. "Somehow, I knew."
Christian smiled again. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I never knew."
Ryan wiped tears from his eyes with his free hand. Life is too unfair, he thought. He had just found his father, who was all of the good things he had ever imagined him to be, and now he was about to lose him forever.
Christian sighed once, then closed his eyes. Satine and Ryan sat with him like that, each holding one of his hands, until Marie returned with the doctor.
Ryan hit the floor hard, then clasped his hands to his ears. He opened his eyes quickly, then checked to see if he was hit. He wasn't, and sighed in relief. He began to stand up when he heard a pained gasp behind him.
He turned to see Christian, who was now standing over him. Christian had closed his eyes, and clenched his hands to his side. He opened his eyes, filled with pain, and sank slowly to his knees, then to the floor.
Satine rushed to his side, frantic. Ryan backed up in shock into a wall. The Duke however, smiled at the way events had unfolded, and slipped quickly out the door. Satine slowly rolled Christian onto his back. He cried out when she touched his left side, and her hand came away crimson red. She choked down a sob and pulled his hands away. Then she pulled his shirt away from the wound.
Christian's eyes were now open wide, and he had lifted a hand in the air as if he were reaching for something. He gasped in a breath of air. "Ryan...where's Ryan? Is he alright?"
Satine nodded, holding back her tears. The wound had indeed gone into his left side, at the bottom of his rib cage. There was no exit wound, so Satine knew that the bullet was still inside of the poor man. Ryan heard Christian's question and leapt forward. He grasped Christian's outstretched hand, ignoring the blood. At Christian's question, Ryan had understood what had happened. The Duke had been aiming at him, but Christian had pushed him away, taking the bullet instead.
Ryan bent down so that Christian could turn his head to see him. "I'm alright, Christian. I'm fine."
Christian smiled despite the obvious pain he was in. "Good...That's all that matters..." He closed his eyes, and the hand Ryan still held on to went limp. Ryan's heart fell, and his eyes began to tear up. Satine thought for a moment that she had lost him. But she still felt his pulse as she attempted to stop the bleeding bullet hole. He wasn't gone yet.
They heard the door open, and Ryan and Satine looked up in fear, expecting it to be the Duke again, coming to finish Christian off. Instead, it was Marie, who took in the whole scene with one glance. She saw Christian bleeding on the floor and gasped. "Satine! What happened?"
Satine shook her head quickly. "I'll have to tell you later. But please Marie, go and fetch an emergency doctor! Christian needs a doctor, or he won't make it." she said in a voice low enough for Marie to hear, but hopefully not Christian. Marie nodded quickly, and practically ran out of the door.
Satine turned to look at Ryan, who was still grasping Christian's hand. Then she heard a soft moan and looked down at Christian. He was slowly waking back up. He blinked a few times, then began to cough. Satine half expected to see blood coming from the coughs, but didn't. He looked up at her with sad, tired eyes. "I'm sorry." he managed to say.
Satine put her forehead on his, then kissed him. He smiled, but closed his eyes again. "Christian!" she said loudly. He forced his eyes back open to look at her. "You can't give up. You just can't."
"I can't..."
"Can't what? Can't fight it? Yes you can! You can and you must! You must live, Christian. And not just for me."
Christian grimaced suddenly from the pain. Then he focused on Satine. "What?"
"You're not just living for me, anymore. You're living for Ryan. He's yours, Christian. He's our son. I didn't know how to tell you."
Christian's eyes went wide for a moment before he smiled. "I thought so."
Satine smiled. "You did? How?"
"Look at him. How could I not...guess?"
"Who else's could he be? I swore myself to you Christian. I love you." She ran a hand through his hair. "You have to come through this. I know you can."
Christian said nothing, only turned his head to look at Ryan. Ryan smiled and squeezed his hand. "I knew you were my father." he said. "Somehow, I knew."
Christian smiled again. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I never knew."
Ryan wiped tears from his eyes with his free hand. Life is too unfair, he thought. He had just found his father, who was all of the good things he had ever imagined him to be, and now he was about to lose him forever.
Christian sighed once, then closed his eyes. Satine and Ryan sat with him like that, each holding one of his hands, until Marie returned with the doctor.