A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone! Keep reviewing! It always makes my day! This chapter is one of my favorites! Sorry about the last chapter being so short, it was really just a transition (though I can't promise there will be no more that short).

Phantom-Lover72: Sorry, but I'm not going to tell you who Christine will end up with. What's the fun in that? After this chapter you'll probably know though. And if you've read my profile you probably already know!

Disclaimer: What's the point of putting one up? We all know I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I wished I did. Oh well.

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It was a sunny day, three days later, not reflecting Christine's mood at all. She felt it should be raining her tears. As soon as she was better, the doctor had told her the truth, Raoul was dying. He received many injuries that were now infected, and wouldn't last much longer. She spent much of her three days crying, and begging the doctor to let her go see him. The doctor was concerned about the baby, and would not allow her to risk its health, when Raoul would last another week or two. Christine relented, but only because she thought that's what Raoul would want.

Now she was on he way to his room in the hospital. The doctor had said Raoul had a fever, and was slipping in and out of consciousness. She stopped outside his door, and took a deep breath. She had promised herself she wouldn't let Raoul see her cry. Silently, she opened the door, and closed it behind her. The sight that greeted her eyes made her cry out. He was lying in bed, his face red, and sweating. He had many cuts and bruises, and was therefore heavily bandaged. She couldn't believe this was her proud, handsome husband. Her eyes filled with tears, though she tried to stop them, and cascaded down her face. At the moment he was a sleep, and she was glad he was. She couldn't bear the thought of talking to him, and pretending everything was fine. As quickly as she could, she rushed out of the hospital, and went to her carriage. She didn't go anywhere, just sat in it letting all her tears fall freely.

When she was finished crying all her tears, she felt exhausted. She wanted to go home, and curl up in bed. To forget the past few days, but she knew she had to see him. Wiping the last of her tears from her face, she stepped out of her carriage, and made her way up to his room. This time he was "awake," though that's not how she would describe him. He seemed to hardly know where he was, but when he spotted her he smiled weakly.

"Christine you're here," he said with difficulty.

No matter how much it pained her, she forced her feet to walk over to his bed and sit down. "Yes." She tried to smile, but failed. Even in his daze Raoul noticed.

"I'm going to be ok. Don't worry. In a few days I'll come home, and then in a few months we'll have our baby." He tried to sit up, but fell back and was lost in sleep.

Christine's eyes filled with tears. "Don't leave me," She whispered, her tears falling freely. "I need you."

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For the next week and a half Christine rarely left Raoul's side. She came early in the morning and left late at night. If she didn't have the baby to think about, she would have stayed all night. He didn't wake often, and less in the last few days. Most of the time she sat holding his hands, sometimes singing. When he did wake it was only for a few minutes. The doctors said he would only live a few more days, and she was devastated. The only thing that kept her sane was the thought of the life inside her. She wished with all her heart that Raoul could live to see his baby, but she knew it was impossible. The baby would be born months, and Raoul was dying in days.

At night, for the first time in two and a half years, her dreams were not filled with Erik's voice, but memories of Raoul. The most frequent one was of that day so many years ago, when he rescued her scarf from the sea. Her favorite though, was the one of that night on the roof when they had confessed their love for each other. Their love song rang in her head.

"Any where you go

Let me go, too-

Love me-

That's all I

Ask of you."

Now he was leaving her. Going somewhere, where she could not venture. Leaving her.

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It was two weeks since Christine had found out the news. She was sitting in a chair, and suddenly she felt the grip on her hand tighten. Looking up, she could see that Raoul was waking. His face was contorted in pain. "Shh. It's ok. I'm here," she said soothingly.

Raoul's eyes opened. "Christine…"

"Yes. I'm here"

"Take good care of our baby… I wish I could be with you…. and see it born…." his voice was shaking, as though each breath caused him difficulty.

Christine wiped the hair that had fallen over his face away, lovingly. "Of course you'll be there. You're just sick right now. You need rest."

"No… I love you Christine… Thank you for staying with me… but you need to go home…. Stay healthy… For the baby… I love you…"

Christine felt tears stinging in her eyes. It seemed all she did was cry the past few weeks. "I love you too," she sobbed, but he was already asleep. A faint smile on his lips, and his breathing seemed a bit easier. Before she left that night, she gently placed a kiss on his forehead. She feared, that had been his goodbye. When she arrived at the hospital the next morning, she received the news that he had died in the night.

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A/N: -skipping in a circle and singing- Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! Raoul's dead! –notices everyone watching- Opps. Glad I got that out of my system! I'd like to give credit to my friend Lady of the Opera for giving me the idea for making Raoul suffer in a hospital, I was just going to have him break his neck in the carriage accident, but this is so much better. -laughs wickedly- the more Raoul suffers the better. (In case you haven't caught on I'm not a big Raoul fan).

BTW: I hope this chap wasn't too dramatic. I was worried that it was. Well tell me what you think! What are you waiting for, go review my story!

Tracy