6
It has been six hours since he was liberated from the lake, the chains removed, and his wet clothing replaced with a new pair of trousers. Not because Erik wanted his comfort, but because he refused to let his sheets soak with lake water. His arms are wrenched behind his body, and his face is pressed into the bed uncomfortably. By now he has surrendered to despair, and his stomach snarls and twists with hunger. He is sickened with it, but at least the blanket is partially covering his bare, shivering back. There is warmth there.
The voices have long stopped, even with the song of the organ calling out to anyone who will listen. Raoul realizes that he is alone, even with Erik, because Erik does not want him, or care that he is there. He was once a valuable hostage, now he is something Erik is waiting to die. Raoul knows this, and he groggily blinks against the sheets, tears stinging his eyes. It has been so long since he has missed his father, and mother.
The music ceases, and Erik sits by the organ, thoughtful. He turns, slightly, and Raoul hears his voice quiet among the echoes of the notes. "They have given you up," he says.
