A/N: just a short chapter till I can get over my writers block… and if I don't, I'll just post the original version of this story. For those who don't know back in January I had my account deleted due to a story that is linked to in my profile, anyways this was one of the ones I had at the time that was erased. I admit at the time, I wasn't completely satisfied with how this story turned out so that's what I'm working on now.

Christine struggled to see, as her vision became soft blurs of yellow before her slightly opened eyes. Squinting she started to make out a blurred object moving slowly in front of her. She blinked furiously, frustratingly trying to bring her sight back to focus.

"Christine" a voice softly called to her. Erik? Or was it Raoul, she thought desperately trying to bring her senses back to order. A soft hand wrapped around her own as his face started to become clear in front of her.

"Doctor, she's waking up." She heard Raoul say as he slowly moved from her side and a strange man came into view.

So it was Raoul she heard, though something in the back of her mind denied it. Christine lied still, trying to figure out what was going on around her, while her entire body still refused to move the man looked over her, checked her pulse, and felt her temperature. He then left the room with her husband and she could here muffled voices from behind the wall.

Finally she began to regain control of her limbs. Christine pushed herself to a more upright position as she looked around the room. She was back at home, in her own bed warm beneath the sheets. But then what had happened? She pushed the fingers to her temples, massaging them gently as she tried to remember what the strange details. It must have been a dream, she thought sadly. That part she could remember with ease, but before that she was not clear on anything. She had left the house, yes, but where did she go? Oh yes the park, and then what? Nothing. Her mind was blank and all that came to her was that vision of Erik standing by the lake, leaving her.

Just then Raoul came back into the room and sat beside her. His sparkling blue eyes gazed into her own questioning ones as he remained silent. Christine looked pitifully up at him, desperately waiting for him to say something and hoping that he wasn't still mad at her. What was it he wanted from her? Unable to take the silence anymore she found the courage to be the first to speak. "Raoul, what has happened?"

For a moment she was taken aback by the weakness of her voice and the pain which she only now noticed swelling within her throat. Raoul, who had been lost in his thoughts, took a few seconds before he realized she had even spoken to him.

"A man found you passed out in the park." He started calmly. "By the time I got there he was getting ready to take you to the hospital but I had you brought here instead and had a doctor brought over. You've been out cold for the past two days, the doctor says you have a sever case of influenza but you must have caught it before… well before that day and in your weakened state it managed to get a strong hold of you. But he says you should be better in about two weeks, till then you wont be leaving this bed."

Raoul's voice was nearly monotone as he spoke to her, though she really wasn't listening all that much. All she could think about was that she had been asleep for two days and that vivid dream which must have occupied them. But how could it have been a dream? She could remember the very taste of the air, the soft dirt between her fingers, and so much more. Surely dreams do not hold such details, at least none that she had ever previously experienced. She then realized that Raoul was still speaking to her.

"Christine? Christine can you hear me?" Her eyes, which had since drifted to a spot beyond the wall, shot back to his own.

"I'm sorry Raoul. I can't seem to think straight at the moment…" Her throat burned with every word as she looked up at him confused. She was so sure that he was still mad at her, how couldn't he be she thought.

She waited, wondering when her scolding would begin, and when it would she resolved to remain silent and merely take what he had to say. But it didn't come. In truth, Raoul was at a loss for anything to say. He had been so worried; waiting for her to wake up he hadn't even considered that when they last spoke they had been fighting. The very idea that he should remain mad at her, while she was seriously ill was insane to him, but still he didn't know how to approach her now.

A wave of dizziness overcame Christine, causing her to rest back down. Sinking into the soft pillow, all she wanted to do was to close her eyes again and lose her self to that sleep once more.

Raoul leaned over to brush a few stray curls from her face. "You just rest now. Don't worry about a thing." He said as he gently tucked the blankets in tightly around her body. Then placing a light kiss on her forehead he turned off the lights and left her to her slumber.

Please R&R

and a big thank you to everyone out there. i'm actually feeling motivated to write again, something i haven't felt in months!