This is chapter three. So read and let me know what you think.
"I'm sorry Christian." This was the phrase the Satine was constantly repeating in Christians ear. "Its ok. You're going to be ok. We are going to get you some help. And you are going to get better." Satine only nodded, although Christian knew that she didn't believe him. He didn't have any choice but to believe himself. He felt that is he didn't hold his brave face then everything would fall apart. One thing he could not let happen was to let everything fall apart. Christian put all of his faith into love. Love brought Satine back to him tonight, and it would certainly keep her with him.
Christian tried to pull away. He knew he had to get the doctor, and move Satine to the hospital where she could get help. But as he pulled away Satine's grasp grew tighter around him. "Don't leave me Christian." Satine's eyes, which were red and puffy, pleaded with him. Christian almost gave in an allowed himself to stay through the night. Only he knew that if he aloud himself to be selfish it could cost Satine her life. So sadly Christian whispered in her ear. "I will never leave you, but I have to get the doctor." He looked into her eyes and saw pure fear. " I will be back in a minute, and from that moment on I will never leave your side." Satine hesitated but knowing the argument was pointless, gave him a small nod. He kissed her forehead ever so gently, receiving a small stab of guilty as he pulled away. Quickly he moved to the door and stealing one more peek at Satine before closing it behind her, realized just how vulnerable she was at the moment.
As a grim faced Christian turned around, he noticed that every eye was upon him. "See boy. I told you nothing would happen." The doctored said, mistaking Christian's guilt for defeat. "I highly doubt she will ever awaken again." Christian could only smile and look at Toulouse who, catching on immediately, smiled in return. Zidler watched this exchange of glances but did not understand. "Did my little cherub give any response to your presence at all, Christian?" Zidler's voice brought Christian back from the trance he seemed to have been lost in. Quickly he summoned a serious face and in his most professional voice, addressed the doctor. "Doctor if you would be so kind at to retrieve a stretcher from your ambulance. Satine wishes not want to be kept waiting."
After this announcement it took a moment for reality to sink in. Zidler was the first to speak. "Then you did it? She's awake. You did it boy. She's going to be ok." Zidler looked as though he where ready to dance. "See. I told you. Christian could save her. Christian and his love!" Toulouse shouted as he hugged the Argentinian. "I am sorry I doubted you." The doctor solemnly said. Once again a huge grin had spread across Christian's face. "You can earn your forgiveness by returning Satine to her proper health." The doctor's look of worry lessened. "I will certainly try my best. Now I must go and get my supplies." As he rushed off, Christian remembered his promise to return as soon as possible to Satine. It was already well past ten minutes and he knew she would worry until he returned. "Tell the doctor to come into the room when he returns." Christian called out to Zidler, who nodded.
Closing the door was like closing out happiness and walking into pain. Strong gasps where coming from Satine, and she was squirming in the bed, as though trying to fight off suffocation. Christian ran over to her and grabbed her arms. "Satine, calm down, Satine." He called to her, while trying with all his might to remain calm himself. He kept whispering in her ear and kissing her neck, all the while trying to help her gain her breath. After the longest two minutes he had ever known Satine finally calmed down. Silent tears ran down Christian's face as Satine lay still, her breaths shallow and short. As she looked at him, Christian could see the fear behind her eyes, and he was sure that she could see the fear behind his.
"I-I didn't know if you where coming back. And I started to panic. I'm so sorry Christian." Satine was whispering so low that if Christian wasn't so close to her he would never have been able to hear. As he stroked her hair he felt that his love for her grew to ten times what it was when he walked through her door. "Its ok. I didn't keep my promise. I'm the one who is sorry." Surprisingly Satine laughed at this. "What." Christian said with mild confusion, but still smiling all the while. "We are both sorry for something neither one of us could help." Her laugh sent chills through his body, and a lust for her grew from inside him. He wanted to kiss her and hold her. He wanted to feel her skin on his, but he knew she was to weak. She could barley move, let alone for fill his need. Instead he bent down and kissed her, a kiss that she returned with more strength then he knew she had.
From somewhere near the door came an "excuse me." Both Christian and Satine looked up and saw the Argentinian and Chocolate holding a stretcher. The doctor was standing in front of them looking slightly aghast at the exposed intimacy that Satine and Christian showed. Looking at each other, neither Satine nor Christian could suppress their giggles. Finally their love was out in the open. And no longer would they have to hide from the Duke or Zidler. Marie and Zidler walked into the room and saw the two once again lost in love. Zidler looked as like he was deciding whether to smile or frown. Marie on the other hand immediately smiled, tears in her eyes.
The doctor cleared his throat once again, "Shall we proceed to the hospital and help this poor girl, or would you all rather just sit there and stare at each other." The Doctor said this in complete seriousness, and scowled when everyone laughed. Finally Christian gave the orders. "Bring the stretcher over here. Doctor, is there anything you would like to do before we go." "No. You seem to have a handle on everything." Christian nodded and then turned to Satine. "Ready?" "Yes. Just grab that bag over there. It has a bunch of my cloths in it." "Got it." The Argentinian called out. "Thank you." Christian said, as he gently lifted Satine up. He laid her down on the stretcher, and saw that she was still shivering. After laying a blanket over her pale skin, they led the way out. The rest of their party followed behind.
Outside the ambulance was waiting. Toulouse and the Argentinian ran ahead and opened the door. Satine was placed inside and Christian climbed in right next to her. The doctor climbed in on the other side of her and sat down. Chocolate took the reins and the others piled into the carriage that was behind the ambulance. As the carriage started Satine closed her eyes. She drifted in and out of sleep all through the ride, while Christian stared out the back window.
His mind wandered to thoughts of what they would do when she was better again. He pictured their wedding with a small amount of people, and a beautiful Satine, completely his. He also reflected on when they first met. How she tried to Seduce him thinking he was the Duke. Him singing to her and her singing back, arguing about love, and finally her giving in and agreeing to love him. His mind also wandered back to the Duke, and how she went to the Gothic Tower to save them from exposer. He also remembered her coming and telling him that she couldn't run away with him, ripping his heart into. Now he knew she was only trying to save him from the Duke. She had always loved him, and always would, until her dying day. That thought brought the thought of death. Suddenly all the fears of losing her came back to him. No He thought to himself. I will not think about that. Think positive. If not for yourself then for Satine. As if she had read his mind, Satine grabbed his hand and gave it a faint squeeze, and that was where her hand stayed for the remainder of the ride.
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