Woohoo! 200 reviews! I'm so happy:gives you all cupcakes: Sorry I haven't been updating as much as usual. My computer decided to take a vacation and wouldn't turn on until the next day. But then I had to go to my cousin's house all day since I didn't have school that day. Then yesterday, I was sick again. So I just update today and get it over with before I'm pulled away again... Oh yeah, the song is NIN's 'Something I Can Never Have'. It describes Erik's feelings fairly well in my opinion. So read on o' great followers of crazy fanfic authoress!

Chapter 32: Deadly Sickness

The night following the cemetary episode was probably the worst night of Amile's life. Her stomach hurt, as did her head. Erik was losing his mind over Christine and Raoul, making death threats to Christine's lover. Amile laid on her bed, waiting for Erik to calm down again. His yelling was hurting her head which felt ten times more sensitive than usual. "Daddy..." she mumbled, but he didn't hear her. She whimpered, trying to control herself. She felt like throwing up everywhere. Her eyes weakly followed her father's pacing figure, suddenly becoming a moving black blur. Her vision moved in and out of focus rapidly.

Right when she felt like she would pass out, her body calmed down. She still watched her father pacing, not even noticing her. She felt herself go paler than usual and start to sweat. Now her body was not agreeing with her in any way. Her vision became unfocused and in one second, she threw up on the floor.

Erik stopped suddenly, hearing the sound of wretching and gagging. He looked at Amile, horrified to see her figure, looking like death itself. She was not even pale anymore, she was perfectly white. Her eyes had dark circles all the way around them. Her lips were also very white. But the worst part was the blood coming from her mouth. She hadn't exactly thrown up vomit, she had thrown up blood. It was all on the floor next to her bed. She was breathing heavily, dizzy from the sudden loss of blood. "I don't feel so good." she said softly. He stood, horrified at the sight. "Amile..." he whispered. Then, his instinct led him straight to Madame Giry.

He hid behind a column holding up the stage, then prowled to her bedroom again. He followed the familiar path to her room and went inside. Luckily, she was sitting at her mirror, putting her hair back. She saw him in the mirror and whirled around to face him. "Erik" He looked at her in a very panicked way. "Madame Giry, it's Amile. She's very sick." Madame Giry looked at him sideways. "Don't tell me she has a fever." she said, almost jokingly. He shook his head. "No, she's vomiting blood." Madame Giry was out of her chair and by the door almost before Erik could blink. "Well come on then" she exclaimed.

Erik and Madame Giry ran downstairs as fast as their legs would let them. As soon as Madame Giry was in the lair, she gasped and turned to Erik.

"She needs a doctor, right now."

Erik's eyes widened. "Are you insane? I can't let them see me or her." Madame Giry glared at him.

"Do you want her to die?" she said angrily, knowing the answer.

He shook his head quickly, then looked at his sleeping daughter, blood still running from her mouth. He took his sleeve and wiped some of it off. Madame Giry looked sadly at Amile. The girl's breaths were horribly irregular, almost jolty. She was trembling. Madame Giry shook her head and sighed.

"Erik, if she doesn't get a doctor within a couple hours, she will be dead. It's not like the fever she had, this is much worse. If she doesn't get any treatment soon, she will die of blood loss."

Erik collapsed in a chair and took of his mask, rubbing his face with his hands. "But I can't let them see me. They can't see this place." Mme. Giry looked around and nodded. "I will take her then and say she is a ballerina then, whatever it takes." Erik looked up at her and smiled weakly. "Thank you so much."

He carried Amile upstairs with as much stealth as possible. He laid her on Mme. Giry's bed and looked at her, stroking her hair gently. "You're going to make it, I promise." She was still breathing very fast, then slow, then fast again. He kneeled down beside her and kissed her cheek gently. "Just make it for me, please." he pleaded. No answer still. He wished she would talk again, tell him she was okay. But her lips remained only slightly parted letting her jolty breaths come in and out. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around slowly to see Mme. Giry standing over him.

"The doctor is coming so I suggest you go back before he sees you."

Erik nodded and stood up, sending one last sad look to Amile before turning around and leaving.

The hours past exceedingly slow. Erik sat on Amile's bed, staring at some more pictures and waiting for his torture to end. All he needed was for Madame Giry to come down to the lair and tell him that Amile would be okay. But it didn't happen. He waited and waited. He couldn't sleep due to the fact that stress was keeping him up. Slowly, he got up and walked to his organ. The feeling deep within him wouldn't go away. It was a feeling of guilt, sadness, and regret. It was like he was mourning for someone that was still alive. His fingers rested on several keys, trying to think up some song to express his feeling. Then his fingers began to hit the keys, producing the saddest tone. He added his voice, letting it flow, hoping that somewhere, Amile might be able to hear him.

I still recall the taste of your tears.

Echoing your voice,

just like the ringing in my ears.

My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore,

scraping through my head,

'till I don't want to sleep anymore.

You make this all go away,

you make this all go away.

I'm down to just one thing,

and I'm starting to scare myself.

You make this all go away,

you make this all go away.

I just want something I can never have.

You always were the one to show me how.

Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now.

This thing is slowly taking me apart.

Gray would be the color,

if I had a heart.

You make this all go away,

you make this all go away.

I'm down to just one thing,

and I'm starting to scare myself.

You make this all go away,

you make this all go away.

I just want something I can never have.

He rested his fingers on the last keys and sighed. He felt himself calm down then, his body relaxed. Though his mind was still set on Amile, he felt slightly more relaxed about her condition. For some reason, he felt as if she would be fine, ready to come back to him. He closed his eyes and saw her in his mind, beautiful blue eyes gazing up at him, her messy brown hair pulled into her classic ponytail that went to her waist. "Erik" came a timid voice behind him. He whirled around to see Meg Giry standing in the lair, her eyes wide. She looked down almost like instinct.

"My mother sent me down here since she's taking care of Amile right now. She told me to tell you that Amile has an ulcer, but she'll be okay in about a week."

A wave of relief passed over him. "Thank you Meg." he said, dismissing her. He sat there for a moment, then stood up. "Wait!" he shouted. Meg stopped in her tracks and turned around. He sighed and looked at the water by his feet.

"Did your mother say if I could see her or not?"

Meg smiled weakly and nodded, obviously afraid of being in the lair in the first place. "She said it was fine, but do it late at night." Erik nodded and smiled. He had to see her, he had no choice now.