A/N: Yes! Over 50 reviews! Thank you guys some much! Everyone who reviewed gets chocolate chip cookies and a hug from Erik!

Clayphan16: I'm not going to say if she does or doesn't, you will have to wait in see. –grins wickedly-

bejou: Thanks! I'm glad!

TheatreAngel: I'm glad you like it!

Starfire: I'm happy I kept all the characters in character. I try really hard to, and I'm glad it's paying off! (Though I would love to make a story, where I can beat up on Raoul. Maybe after this one I will!)

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"Erik?"

"Hmm."

Christine and Erik were playing chess. Christine wasn't good at all, and way below Erik's level, but he never complained. She even suspected that he let her win sometimes.

"I have to talk to you about my moving in with Madame Giry and Meg," she said taking a deep breath.

"Yes? What did you decide," he asked his heart racing.

"I've decided to move in with them," she replied in a rush.

Erik felt a pain shoot through his chest, and he doubled over in pain in his chair. He clutched his chest breathing raggedly. Black spots appeared before his eyes, and he closed them try to make them disappear. "

"Erik!" Christine screeched, immediately kneeling by his side despite her still weak ankle. She touched his arm hesitantly, as though she was afraid to hurt him, but was pushed roughly away. Christine's eyes widened with realization. He was having another attack! She had witnessed one before when she had been staying at his lair.

"Madame Giry she screamed, but only came out as a whisper. She tried again, but it didn't come out much louder. "Madame Giry!" She called using all her strength. She heard feet rush up the stairs, and a few seconds later Madame Giry burst into the room. She took one look at Erik, and immediately realized what happened. "Come, we must get him into bed, " she said hurriedly.

"How can we move him? He's too heavy!" Christine cried hysterically. "And even if he wasn't, he would never let us help him!"

"My dear, I doubt he will be able to resist now. He was passed out. Come, if you want to save him we must hurry," Madame Giry replied more sharply than she intended.

Christine froze, her heart gripped in fear. Erik could die! How can that be? Erik is invincible. He was the Opera Ghost! He was her angel! If he died, she surely would!

"Christine!" Madame Giry said sharply, waking Christine from her daze. "We must hurry! Come you get his shoulders, and I'll take his feet."

How the two of them moved Erik to his bed, Christine would never know.

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Christine sat by Erik's side waiting for Madame Giry to return with Nadir. Madame Giry wanted her to go get him, but Christine refused to move from Erik's side. Eventually Madame Giry left, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Christine was in shock. She couldn't believe Erik was dying. He couldn't leave her! He couldn't! He said he would always be there for her, and protect her. Several times Erik cried out. Shouting things about some women (or girls, she didn't know) by the name of Lucian and Sophia, and about things she knew must have been about when he was a caravel freak. Each time she would try to calm him as he thrashed about the bed. Each time she would be reduced to tears. She was becoming frantic. Madame Giry had left two hours ago. What if she didn't come back in time!

Suddenly the door was thrown open, and Nadir enter with Madame Giry not far behind. Not even bothering to say hello, he began examining Erik. "What happened? How long has he been like this?" He bombarded her with questions.

"A little over two hours. We were playing chess, and I told him that I was moving out. He seemed fine for a minute, but then he collapsed, clutching his chest," Christine said shakily, tears silently streaming down her face.

Nadir sighed. "There is not much we can do except wait to see if he wakes up. I will remain here. You should go check on your daughter, I believe I heard her crying as we passed."

Christine nodded, wordlessly. She did not want to leave Erik, but she couldn't abandon Madeline. She rose, almost falling. She caught her self just in time by grabbing a bedpost.

"Let me see your ankle. You probably sprained it carrying Erik," Nadir said.

Christine sat back down and allowed Nadir to examine it.

"You will need to bandage it again, however you will still be able to use crutches," Nadir said finally. "Madame Giry could you get bandages, and Madeline. Her crying is beginning to give me a headache."

"Yes Mousuier," Madame Giry said leaving the room. She returned a few minutes later with Madeline and the bandages. She handed Madeline to Christine, and the bandages to Nadir. "I believe Madeline is hungry. I will get her some food," She said as she handed Madeline to Christine.

Nadir was finished wrapping the bandages around Christine's ankle, by the time Madame Giry returned with food.

"I brought some food for both of you," she said placing the try on Erik's night table. "You should really eat. Would you like some tea, Mousier?" She said turning to Nadir.

"Thank you Madame," Nadir replied, as Madame Giry handed him a cup of tea.

"I can't eat anything," Christine whispered.

"Just have a little tea then," Madame Giry insisted, handing her a cup too.

Christine took, without a word, but took one sip, then set it down. She then coaxed a bit of smashed fruit into Madeline's mouth. Madame Giry, sensing that she wanted to be alone, took Madeline with her out of the room. Christine continued sitting, never taking her eyes off Erik's face, Nadir sitting beside her in another chair. After many minutes, she reached out to Erik's face and removed his mask.

"He would not like you doing that," Nadir said softly. And as if to prove his point, Erik's hand flew to his face, searching desperately for his mask that was not there. Christine reached out, and caressed Erik's unmarred cheek, trying to soothe him. Erik immediately relaxed, and Christine took his hand in hers.

"I don't care," she whispered. "He has hidden from me long enough."

They lapsed into silence.

"What can I do?" Christine whispered more to her self than anyone else after a while.

"There is nothing you can do," Nadir replied, "Except pray."

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A/N: Ok I'm really nervous about this chapter. I've only read Kay's book once, so I don't really remember Erik's attack very well. Tried my best, but if I made a mistake somehow, let me know and I'll fix it.

Now go review! My new goal is 100 reviews!