This is chapter two. So read and let me know what you think.
A sob escaped Christians lips. His tears and sobs held more love then anyone on the stage had ever felt. She's dead. The doctor came running up, as Zidler pointed to Satine Christian thoought bitterly your to late. The doctor let out a sigh of relief. "She's not dead. Not yet at least." Christian blinked though his tears. "Not dead. Th-then you can save her?" "Possibly. But first she must awaken. If she gains conciseness then we can move her to a hospital, and possibly save her." The doctor did not look as though he had much hope for Satine's survival. "Is there someplace we can take her that is nearby." Christian did not think that the elephant would be an appropriate place for Satine to restore her health. "My apartment." And with that Christian lifted Satine into his arms and carried her to his room.
"All we can do is wait" The doctor told everyone in the common room. Christian stood while Zidler, Chocolate, and the Bohemians, sat in a stony silence. "May I see her?" The doctor did not look as though he thought that Satine should be disrupted. Toulouse piped up first though. "If anything can save Satine, Christian's love can do it." With that Christian side stepped the doctor and walked into Satine's room.
The room was warm and dark, and in the center was the bed in which a still Satine lay. The only sound that could be heard was the steady breaths coming from both Satine and him. Slowly Christian walked over to her. She looked like an angel, lost in a peaceful slumber. Never would anyone have thought that she was so close to death. Yet here he was, trying to find someway to revive his true love. Suddenly he had an idea. He kneeled down beside her and began to sing. Not "Come What May". He wanted Satine to know that she made his life wonderful and did not want to sing a song that brought up the subject of death. Instead he began to sing "Your Song." Memories of their time together brought tears to Christian's eyes. So lost in his song and reflections that he neither heard nor felt the movement beside him.
At the end of the song Christian laid his head down on Satine's stomach and began to cry. Not the loud sobs he had cried at the theater, but low muffled tears. Much to his surprise he felt a gentle, warm, but weak hand stroke his hair. He looked up to see two beautiful blue eyes staring down at him, with tears streaming from them. In silence the two sat together crying.
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