We Dance in Misery
Disclaimer: Alright, I don't know what laws of France, so just improvise with me okay? And Same disclaimer as before.
Chapter Three
~~Begin Chapter~~
"Christian, Christian!" Lena called as she ran up to Christian from her own work. Pushing a stray lock of shoulder length light brown hair behind her eyes, her brown eyes a light with something new.
"Lena, how are you? What'd you take with you?" Christian asked as he eyed the coat in her arms that he knew she did not have before.
"Oh, this? Hehe," Lena blushed.
"Lena you didn't, did you?"
"I didn't steal it, if that's what you mean," She said. "No, he gave it to me. He said that I was the most beautiful person he ever saw and took me. He then, he actually was nice, and wanted me to get pleasure from it as well. He seems so different from the rest, he gave me money, saying, 'only so you don't get in trouble with that pimp bastard.'"
"Lena, don't do that," Christian said.
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean! Remember what happened to Satine? I'd hate to see you get the same fate, go through the same thing as Satine and me...it's misery. I sing my sorrow everyday, and I dance in misery, you shouldn't have to dance in anymore than what you have now."
"Christian, don't worry, don't worry," Lena said. Her mood saddened as she realized, "I probably won't see him agian...ever."
Christian sighed, "I can't believe Satine ever lived like this. We shouldn't have to live like this...but we do. We have to now."
They walked up to the Moulin Rouge, where a crowd of workers were standing outside. Christian and Lena pushed to the front, where Zidler stood arguing with a business like man.
"What's going on?" Lena asked Nina who was standing by.
"These men have closed down the Moulin Rouge!" Nina said, half sobbing. "They said it's against the law to have a whore house, we have to do our business on the street now!"
"What?" Lena gasped. "On the streets, again..."
Christian put a comforting arm around her. "There, there, don't cry, Lena, it'll be alright."
Just then Zidler stormed over, "Christian, where have you been! While you were gone, I lost my deeds to the Moulin Rouge! The papers are gone! Where are they?"
"I don't know, sir," Christian kept his gaze down. Zidler hit him across the back.
"Don't lie, you bumbling bafoon, I know I gave them to you to put away, where are they?!"
"I didn't get them at all, sir, I swear!" WHACK, Zidler's cane struck Christian's face. Christian turned his head, closing his eyes tight to fight back tears as his hand went to his already bruising cheek. "I'm sorry, sir..."
"Everyone should go to whatever home they may have, but meet here tomorrow night, EVERYONE will meet here tomorrow night, or Daddy will not be happy."
Everyone nodded as they dispersed in the streets of Montmarte, looking for old aquintances to stay with. Lena stood with Christian and Zidler, looking at Christian worriedly, she asked, "Are you alright?"
Christian nodded.
"I have a place to stay, do want to stay with me?"
Christian shook his head, "I have my own place, thanks anyway. You should go now, before Zidler hits you."
Lena paused a moment, but then walked away, hoping Christian would be alright. Zidler had been so abusive to Christian ever since he joined.
Once Lena was gone, Zidler pulled Christian into a hug, he looked like he was sobbing, "I'm so sorry, Christian, love. Please forgive me, I didn't know what I was doing. I was just so angry, I have no place to stay. The Moulin Rouge was my home, I'm sorry, Christian, I'm so sorry."
Christian felt like he could vomit, Zidler always did this. He always had, showing no more affection to him in public than he would to anyone else, but once in private, he was back to being Christian's old friend, and acting as if they were lovers, though Christian had once slept with Zidler, but he was very, very drunk then.
"Christian, darling, can I stay at your place?" Zidler asked with a sweet voice. Christian could do nothing but nod, and they walked up to Christian's old gaff.
**A Month Later**
Davey hated walking this way to his apartment. It was in front of the Moulin Rouge, and with the Moulin Rouge closed, the streets it self became the whoring place, where rich men could be found wandering around, drunk, taking in any women they saw on the street dressed in drag. It all disgusted Davey, and he wondered why he agreed to fuck a whore in the first place.
Davey shivered, it was late October, his favorite American holiday was coming up, but that also meant that the weather would get much colder, and the nights would be unbearable soon.
Davey tried to take his mind off the cold by thinking of the Book Signing he had going on the next day around noon. It was going to be held next to the Bar Absinthe, so quite a few people would see it, though not exactly the crowd he wanted to see it.
"Hey there, boy, you looking for a good time?" That voice seemed familiar, Davey looked to see a big man standing next to him, dressed in a fine red suit and had make up on and an outrageous mustache.
"No, I'm not," Davey said looking a little disgusted and definately not enjoying the Absinthe-smelling breath of the scary man.
"Come on," he urged. "Look at all the women, you want one?"
"No, I'm not interested in any women," Davey said backing up a bit. The man stepped forward.
"Oh, I know what you want," he grinned. He stumbled forward. Davey got pinned down by the man's heavy bulk.
"Ack, get off of me!" Davey yelled. He wiggled out from underneath the man. The man sobbed as he turned over.
"Christian, Chriiiistiaaaan," he whined. "Get me a bottle, Christian, get me a bottle."
A tall pale man walked out from the alley, Davey gasped, "Christian..."
Christian gave the man a bottle of absinthe, "I'm here, Zidler. Here's a bottle."
"Thank you, Christian, thank you, now bed that man and make me money!" Zidler's voice went from grateful to angry in no time. He shoved Christian to Davey, causing himself to stumble back. Zidler was drunk off his ass again this night.
Christian looked over at Davey and he immediately stepped back, "I should take care of you, Zid."
"No, Christian, come with me," Davey said.
"I can't, I have to take care of Zidler, he'll get angry in the morning, he's done it before. Told me to go get a man when he was drunk, in the morning he got angry for me not being there to help him." Christian backed up.
"Don't worry, you don't have to stay the whole night," Davey pleaded. "You can just come by for something to eat or drink or something. I won't do anything, come on, Christian. When was the last time you ate?"
Christian didn't answer as he put a hand over his stomach. Davey nodded.
"Come on, Christian, just for something to eat and drink," Davey then noticed that Christian wasn't wearing anything that was anywhere near warm.
"You need something warm to wear," Davey also added. "Come on, Christian, come with me."
Christian looked back at Zidler, who was slipping out of consciousness. He took Davey's hand and they walked back to his place.
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Davey opened the door to his apartment and turned on the new lights that the building had installed a week ago. Christian followed him in now fully taking in the apartment. It was painted a dark comforting blue. The furniture was stained with paint splattered on them, and canvases were clutttered in one side of the room, and there was a big sheet covering one large Canvas in the living room. Sheets were also covering the couch and floor, but not wholly.
Davey pulled a sheet over on the couch and told Christian to sit, he did.
"Would you like tea or water?" Davey asked.
"I'll take tea, thanks," Christian said. Davey nodded as he put on the kettle. Davey grabbed some food and started to cook. Christian immediately protested, "You don't have to cook me something, I'm not worth the trouble..."
"Don't say that, Christian," Davey said. "Everyone is worth the 'trouble' of cooking a meal. When was the last time you actually ate a real meal?"
"Months ago," Christian said. "I've merely had table scraps of picked out what I could steal."
"You had to steal to get food?"
"The whore's life is not made of money," Christian said. "It never was...all the money I make goes to Zidler. Of late, he's been using it as drinking money."
"What have you had to drink?"
"Just water, I've only drunk water since the Moulin Rouge closed down, it's the only thing people will give for free, unless they want something from me, the only thing I can offer..."
"oh..."
"What do you want for this?"
"What?"
"You've been so kind, what do you want?" Christian's voice was full of suspiscion. Davey shook his head, he couldn't take from this man.
"I don't want anything except for you to have a better life than this," Davey said. "Why don't you stay with me? Stay with me, you can get a better job and you can live better. I mean, you don't have to stay with me the rest of your life, but at least until you think you're ready to step into the world with a better outlook and better feeling of confidence."
Christian looked at Davey, he was afraid now, "I couldn't leave...Zidler would find me, he would..."
"No, Zidler won't find you, Christian, he doesn't know where I live," Davey said. "Stay with me for a while, Christian."
Davey grabbed the tea bag as he poured the hot water into a cup and gave it to Christian. Christian dipped the tea bag and dipped around letting the tea go into the water and stirred it with the bag. Christian thought on what Davey said.
"I won't take anything from you, Christian, I promise," Davey said. Christian sipped at his tea.
"Well...no. No, I can't, I just can't," Christian said. "I don't even know your name!"
"My name's Davey, now will you stay?" Davey asked.
"Davey...I...can't...No, Zidler will find me," Christian said. "I've stayed too long already, I have to go."
"No, Christian wait," Davey said. He grabbed a coat he had from the coat rack, it was long and black, and quite warm, and a hat, he gave them to Christian. "Take this, so you can keep warm. I don't want you to freeze to death."
"You probably won't get these back," Christian said. "This meeting was a chance, and I doubt it'll happen again."
'
"I don't care, just take it, you need to stay warm," Davey said. He gave Christian the rest of the tea, "Take it too. I don't care if I don't get them back ever again."
"Thank you," Christian whispered. Davey nodded and Christian left. Davey watched Christian walk down the hall and then the stairs.
~~A Few Days Later~~
Davey sat in his apartment, his glasses on as he read a book merely because it had Toulouse LauTrec's painting on the front. He had little interest in the book itself though, some mystery crime book, wrong man accused, and the like. Wasn't everyone writing about that lately?
Davey sighed and tossed the book away after tearing off othe cover. Davey sighed again, ever since he let Christian leave, he hadn't been at his best, he had missed the Book Signing the next day after Christian left, leaving Jade, who awas his agent as well as best friend, to have to take care of everything, and quite angry. He had an art show tomorrow for his own art and Jade's art to go to, Jade told him to show or he was going to resign as his Creative Agent. He had a small concert coming up in a few days as well, he and Jade had started a small band, they played a different kind of music that you could just dance to, but it wasn't precisely classical. It was to be called jazz one day.
"I wonder how many times he's threatened me with that..." Davey murmered to himself.
Knock, knock
Davey looked at the door, and then the clock, it was nine at night, who would be here now? Davey got up and opened the door seeing no one. He looked down to see his coat, hat and cup that he had given to Christian the other night. He bent down and picked it up, seeing a scrawled note on it:
Davey,
Thanks for your hospitality, I decided to give this back to you before it got ruined like me. Anything from your beautiful world shouldn't be made filthy by me. Bye.
+Christian
Davey picked up the note and the material and walked back into his gaff. He sighed again, "He should've just kept it!"
Davey put the stuff down, grabbing his coat that he had just gotten back, he went out to find Christian.
~~~
Christian stepped out into the shivering cold, it was much colder than usual for a French october night, but he knew he had to be at his post or Zidler would kill him. He walked as fast as his chilled legs would carry him, but he was soon stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Christian turned around, hoping to God it wasn't Zidler, but assuming it was, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, I'm going to my post right now!"
"What post?" That voice wasn't Zidler. Christian opened his eyes to see Davey.
"Davey, what are you doing here?"
"Uh, it's right out front of where I live, and what are you doing here besides giving me what I gave you?" Davey asked. Christian shivered. Davey put a hand to his forehead and touched his cheek. "God, Christian, you're burning up and your cheeks are cold as ice, you're going back in!"
"No," Christian pulled away from Davey. Davey grabbed Christian's arm.
"Christian, I'm not taking 'no' as an answer this time, you're going die of a cold out here, come back in, now," Davey said a little sternly but still showing his concern. He pulled Christian inside, and up to his apartment.
Once in his apartment, Davey made Christian lie on the couch, and Davey covered him in some canvas sheets and his coat. He put some water on for tea, and then grabbed some warm blankets from the closet and wrapped Christian in them. Christian sneezed as a frilled blanket rubbed against his nose.
"What, are you catching a cold?" Davey asked. Christian shook his head.
"No, it was the blanket," Christian smiled. Davey nodded and went back to the stove where the water was boiling. He poured it into a cup and added the tea.
"Drink this, it's a good tea, herbal, it'll help," Davey said handing him the tea. Davey sat next to the couch feeling Christian's forehead which was still very warm. He got up and moistened a cloth and put it on Christian's forehead. "It's too cold outside for you to do anything outside, so you'll have to stay here for a while until you're better."
Christian sipped at the tea, not saying anything. Davey got up and grabbed a notepad and started to write things down.
*Do you want to feel the warmth?
To tast the life, to taste the life
I want to tast the life
To taste the life, to taste the life flow?
I offer grace--*(1)
Davey stopped writing when he heard Christian start coughing. Davey threw the pad down and rushed to Christian's side. "Christian are you alright? Do you need something a little smoother for the throat? Is the tea not good? Are you choking??"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Christian smiled in amusment. "I just got a coughing fit...must be a cold."
"I'll get more blankets."
"No, don't get more, or I'll burn to my death. I just need...I don't know..."
"What? What do you need?"
"I need her..."
Davey's world crashed down.
~~End Chapter~~
What'd you think?? I'm carrying on whether you like it or not, if you don't like it, don't read it!
(1) Lyrics from Sacrifice Theory by AFI.
~Jester
Disclaimer: Alright, I don't know what laws of France, so just improvise with me okay? And Same disclaimer as before.
Chapter Three
~~Begin Chapter~~
"Christian, Christian!" Lena called as she ran up to Christian from her own work. Pushing a stray lock of shoulder length light brown hair behind her eyes, her brown eyes a light with something new.
"Lena, how are you? What'd you take with you?" Christian asked as he eyed the coat in her arms that he knew she did not have before.
"Oh, this? Hehe," Lena blushed.
"Lena you didn't, did you?"
"I didn't steal it, if that's what you mean," She said. "No, he gave it to me. He said that I was the most beautiful person he ever saw and took me. He then, he actually was nice, and wanted me to get pleasure from it as well. He seems so different from the rest, he gave me money, saying, 'only so you don't get in trouble with that pimp bastard.'"
"Lena, don't do that," Christian said.
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean! Remember what happened to Satine? I'd hate to see you get the same fate, go through the same thing as Satine and me...it's misery. I sing my sorrow everyday, and I dance in misery, you shouldn't have to dance in anymore than what you have now."
"Christian, don't worry, don't worry," Lena said. Her mood saddened as she realized, "I probably won't see him agian...ever."
Christian sighed, "I can't believe Satine ever lived like this. We shouldn't have to live like this...but we do. We have to now."
They walked up to the Moulin Rouge, where a crowd of workers were standing outside. Christian and Lena pushed to the front, where Zidler stood arguing with a business like man.
"What's going on?" Lena asked Nina who was standing by.
"These men have closed down the Moulin Rouge!" Nina said, half sobbing. "They said it's against the law to have a whore house, we have to do our business on the street now!"
"What?" Lena gasped. "On the streets, again..."
Christian put a comforting arm around her. "There, there, don't cry, Lena, it'll be alright."
Just then Zidler stormed over, "Christian, where have you been! While you were gone, I lost my deeds to the Moulin Rouge! The papers are gone! Where are they?"
"I don't know, sir," Christian kept his gaze down. Zidler hit him across the back.
"Don't lie, you bumbling bafoon, I know I gave them to you to put away, where are they?!"
"I didn't get them at all, sir, I swear!" WHACK, Zidler's cane struck Christian's face. Christian turned his head, closing his eyes tight to fight back tears as his hand went to his already bruising cheek. "I'm sorry, sir..."
"Everyone should go to whatever home they may have, but meet here tomorrow night, EVERYONE will meet here tomorrow night, or Daddy will not be happy."
Everyone nodded as they dispersed in the streets of Montmarte, looking for old aquintances to stay with. Lena stood with Christian and Zidler, looking at Christian worriedly, she asked, "Are you alright?"
Christian nodded.
"I have a place to stay, do want to stay with me?"
Christian shook his head, "I have my own place, thanks anyway. You should go now, before Zidler hits you."
Lena paused a moment, but then walked away, hoping Christian would be alright. Zidler had been so abusive to Christian ever since he joined.
Once Lena was gone, Zidler pulled Christian into a hug, he looked like he was sobbing, "I'm so sorry, Christian, love. Please forgive me, I didn't know what I was doing. I was just so angry, I have no place to stay. The Moulin Rouge was my home, I'm sorry, Christian, I'm so sorry."
Christian felt like he could vomit, Zidler always did this. He always had, showing no more affection to him in public than he would to anyone else, but once in private, he was back to being Christian's old friend, and acting as if they were lovers, though Christian had once slept with Zidler, but he was very, very drunk then.
"Christian, darling, can I stay at your place?" Zidler asked with a sweet voice. Christian could do nothing but nod, and they walked up to Christian's old gaff.
**A Month Later**
Davey hated walking this way to his apartment. It was in front of the Moulin Rouge, and with the Moulin Rouge closed, the streets it self became the whoring place, where rich men could be found wandering around, drunk, taking in any women they saw on the street dressed in drag. It all disgusted Davey, and he wondered why he agreed to fuck a whore in the first place.
Davey shivered, it was late October, his favorite American holiday was coming up, but that also meant that the weather would get much colder, and the nights would be unbearable soon.
Davey tried to take his mind off the cold by thinking of the Book Signing he had going on the next day around noon. It was going to be held next to the Bar Absinthe, so quite a few people would see it, though not exactly the crowd he wanted to see it.
"Hey there, boy, you looking for a good time?" That voice seemed familiar, Davey looked to see a big man standing next to him, dressed in a fine red suit and had make up on and an outrageous mustache.
"No, I'm not," Davey said looking a little disgusted and definately not enjoying the Absinthe-smelling breath of the scary man.
"Come on," he urged. "Look at all the women, you want one?"
"No, I'm not interested in any women," Davey said backing up a bit. The man stepped forward.
"Oh, I know what you want," he grinned. He stumbled forward. Davey got pinned down by the man's heavy bulk.
"Ack, get off of me!" Davey yelled. He wiggled out from underneath the man. The man sobbed as he turned over.
"Christian, Chriiiistiaaaan," he whined. "Get me a bottle, Christian, get me a bottle."
A tall pale man walked out from the alley, Davey gasped, "Christian..."
Christian gave the man a bottle of absinthe, "I'm here, Zidler. Here's a bottle."
"Thank you, Christian, thank you, now bed that man and make me money!" Zidler's voice went from grateful to angry in no time. He shoved Christian to Davey, causing himself to stumble back. Zidler was drunk off his ass again this night.
Christian looked over at Davey and he immediately stepped back, "I should take care of you, Zid."
"No, Christian, come with me," Davey said.
"I can't, I have to take care of Zidler, he'll get angry in the morning, he's done it before. Told me to go get a man when he was drunk, in the morning he got angry for me not being there to help him." Christian backed up.
"Don't worry, you don't have to stay the whole night," Davey pleaded. "You can just come by for something to eat or drink or something. I won't do anything, come on, Christian. When was the last time you ate?"
Christian didn't answer as he put a hand over his stomach. Davey nodded.
"Come on, Christian, just for something to eat and drink," Davey then noticed that Christian wasn't wearing anything that was anywhere near warm.
"You need something warm to wear," Davey also added. "Come on, Christian, come with me."
Christian looked back at Zidler, who was slipping out of consciousness. He took Davey's hand and they walked back to his place.
++++
Davey opened the door to his apartment and turned on the new lights that the building had installed a week ago. Christian followed him in now fully taking in the apartment. It was painted a dark comforting blue. The furniture was stained with paint splattered on them, and canvases were clutttered in one side of the room, and there was a big sheet covering one large Canvas in the living room. Sheets were also covering the couch and floor, but not wholly.
Davey pulled a sheet over on the couch and told Christian to sit, he did.
"Would you like tea or water?" Davey asked.
"I'll take tea, thanks," Christian said. Davey nodded as he put on the kettle. Davey grabbed some food and started to cook. Christian immediately protested, "You don't have to cook me something, I'm not worth the trouble..."
"Don't say that, Christian," Davey said. "Everyone is worth the 'trouble' of cooking a meal. When was the last time you actually ate a real meal?"
"Months ago," Christian said. "I've merely had table scraps of picked out what I could steal."
"You had to steal to get food?"
"The whore's life is not made of money," Christian said. "It never was...all the money I make goes to Zidler. Of late, he's been using it as drinking money."
"What have you had to drink?"
"Just water, I've only drunk water since the Moulin Rouge closed down, it's the only thing people will give for free, unless they want something from me, the only thing I can offer..."
"oh..."
"What do you want for this?"
"What?"
"You've been so kind, what do you want?" Christian's voice was full of suspiscion. Davey shook his head, he couldn't take from this man.
"I don't want anything except for you to have a better life than this," Davey said. "Why don't you stay with me? Stay with me, you can get a better job and you can live better. I mean, you don't have to stay with me the rest of your life, but at least until you think you're ready to step into the world with a better outlook and better feeling of confidence."
Christian looked at Davey, he was afraid now, "I couldn't leave...Zidler would find me, he would..."
"No, Zidler won't find you, Christian, he doesn't know where I live," Davey said. "Stay with me for a while, Christian."
Davey grabbed the tea bag as he poured the hot water into a cup and gave it to Christian. Christian dipped the tea bag and dipped around letting the tea go into the water and stirred it with the bag. Christian thought on what Davey said.
"I won't take anything from you, Christian, I promise," Davey said. Christian sipped at his tea.
"Well...no. No, I can't, I just can't," Christian said. "I don't even know your name!"
"My name's Davey, now will you stay?" Davey asked.
"Davey...I...can't...No, Zidler will find me," Christian said. "I've stayed too long already, I have to go."
"No, Christian wait," Davey said. He grabbed a coat he had from the coat rack, it was long and black, and quite warm, and a hat, he gave them to Christian. "Take this, so you can keep warm. I don't want you to freeze to death."
"You probably won't get these back," Christian said. "This meeting was a chance, and I doubt it'll happen again."
'
"I don't care, just take it, you need to stay warm," Davey said. He gave Christian the rest of the tea, "Take it too. I don't care if I don't get them back ever again."
"Thank you," Christian whispered. Davey nodded and Christian left. Davey watched Christian walk down the hall and then the stairs.
~~A Few Days Later~~
Davey sat in his apartment, his glasses on as he read a book merely because it had Toulouse LauTrec's painting on the front. He had little interest in the book itself though, some mystery crime book, wrong man accused, and the like. Wasn't everyone writing about that lately?
Davey sighed and tossed the book away after tearing off othe cover. Davey sighed again, ever since he let Christian leave, he hadn't been at his best, he had missed the Book Signing the next day after Christian left, leaving Jade, who awas his agent as well as best friend, to have to take care of everything, and quite angry. He had an art show tomorrow for his own art and Jade's art to go to, Jade told him to show or he was going to resign as his Creative Agent. He had a small concert coming up in a few days as well, he and Jade had started a small band, they played a different kind of music that you could just dance to, but it wasn't precisely classical. It was to be called jazz one day.
"I wonder how many times he's threatened me with that..." Davey murmered to himself.
Knock, knock
Davey looked at the door, and then the clock, it was nine at night, who would be here now? Davey got up and opened the door seeing no one. He looked down to see his coat, hat and cup that he had given to Christian the other night. He bent down and picked it up, seeing a scrawled note on it:
Davey,
Thanks for your hospitality, I decided to give this back to you before it got ruined like me. Anything from your beautiful world shouldn't be made filthy by me. Bye.
+Christian
Davey picked up the note and the material and walked back into his gaff. He sighed again, "He should've just kept it!"
Davey put the stuff down, grabbing his coat that he had just gotten back, he went out to find Christian.
~~~
Christian stepped out into the shivering cold, it was much colder than usual for a French october night, but he knew he had to be at his post or Zidler would kill him. He walked as fast as his chilled legs would carry him, but he was soon stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Christian turned around, hoping to God it wasn't Zidler, but assuming it was, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry, I'm going to my post right now!"
"What post?" That voice wasn't Zidler. Christian opened his eyes to see Davey.
"Davey, what are you doing here?"
"Uh, it's right out front of where I live, and what are you doing here besides giving me what I gave you?" Davey asked. Christian shivered. Davey put a hand to his forehead and touched his cheek. "God, Christian, you're burning up and your cheeks are cold as ice, you're going back in!"
"No," Christian pulled away from Davey. Davey grabbed Christian's arm.
"Christian, I'm not taking 'no' as an answer this time, you're going die of a cold out here, come back in, now," Davey said a little sternly but still showing his concern. He pulled Christian inside, and up to his apartment.
Once in his apartment, Davey made Christian lie on the couch, and Davey covered him in some canvas sheets and his coat. He put some water on for tea, and then grabbed some warm blankets from the closet and wrapped Christian in them. Christian sneezed as a frilled blanket rubbed against his nose.
"What, are you catching a cold?" Davey asked. Christian shook his head.
"No, it was the blanket," Christian smiled. Davey nodded and went back to the stove where the water was boiling. He poured it into a cup and added the tea.
"Drink this, it's a good tea, herbal, it'll help," Davey said handing him the tea. Davey sat next to the couch feeling Christian's forehead which was still very warm. He got up and moistened a cloth and put it on Christian's forehead. "It's too cold outside for you to do anything outside, so you'll have to stay here for a while until you're better."
Christian sipped at the tea, not saying anything. Davey got up and grabbed a notepad and started to write things down.
*Do you want to feel the warmth?
To tast the life, to taste the life
I want to tast the life
To taste the life, to taste the life flow?
I offer grace--*(1)
Davey stopped writing when he heard Christian start coughing. Davey threw the pad down and rushed to Christian's side. "Christian are you alright? Do you need something a little smoother for the throat? Is the tea not good? Are you choking??"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Christian smiled in amusment. "I just got a coughing fit...must be a cold."
"I'll get more blankets."
"No, don't get more, or I'll burn to my death. I just need...I don't know..."
"What? What do you need?"
"I need her..."
Davey's world crashed down.
~~End Chapter~~
What'd you think?? I'm carrying on whether you like it or not, if you don't like it, don't read it!
(1) Lyrics from Sacrifice Theory by AFI.
~Jester