Sorry I haven't written in a while but I actually got a job and that has been taking up most of my spare time. JainaXF: Our stories are a little different and I think after this they will be even more different. Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters from Moulin Rouge, they all belong to Baz.
The next morning Harold, Marie, Chocolate, and the Bohemians arrived as soon as visiting hours began. They came in and immediately began to loudly ask many questions. Satine was still asleep so Christian quickly, and quietly moved the group out into the hallway. Harold was the first to speak. "Well boy. What did the doctor say? Is she going to be ok?" Suddenly a rush of voices exploded from within the group. Everyone was asking the same question, will Satine survive? Once Christian was able to calm and quiet the bunch he quickly explained. About Satine's condition. "Yes, Yes. We knew that she had a consumption." Marie quickly said. "But is it deadly?" "No its not." Christian replied. "Satine will go into surgery this morning to have the blockage removed. After that it will take a month for her to recover but she will be fine." There was a small cheer from the group. Christian decided that it was best not to tell the others about Satine being pregnant at that moment. He wanted Satine to be there to help make the announcement.
From the room behind him Christian heard a something that sounded like someone retching. Sure enough he turned around to see Satine leaning over a trash basket, vomiting. He ran over to hold her hair back until she was done. As Satine tried to sit up right another coughing fit came over her. Christian tried calming her down as the doctor ran in. It only took a few moments to regulate Satine's breathing, but the next second she was back over the waste basket. "Morning sickness." The doctor explained. "Nothing unusual for second month pregnancy."
"Pregnancy?" Harold's voice boomed. "Since when is she pregnant." "Since about a week after I met Christian." Satine answered while wiping her mouth. She was gently leaning against Christian who was sitting on the bed next to her. "We didn't find out till last night." Christian informed them. "I wanted to wait for Satine to tell all of you, seeing as its her joy as much as mine." "A baby!" Toulouse shouted with glee. "What a happy supwise." Before they knew what was happening Christian and Satine where surrounded by shouts of excitement and congratulations.
No one noticed the doctor preparing a shot in the back. Once he was done he came up to Christian and Satine. "It is time for you surgery Mademoiselle." The doctor instructed Christian to rise and helped Satine lay down. "This will make you sleep. It is a new technique we use to help reduce the pain. You will sleep though out the whole surgery and will awaken in this room." Satine nodded while wearing a brave face. It was only Christian and Harold who saw the fear behind her eyes. "Don't worry, Cherub. You're going to be fine." Satine nodded. "I know, but needles and I have never been very friendly." Christian wondered what Satine meant by that but Harold seemed to understand. "What they are injecting into you is completely safe. Not like the last time." Satine smiled and nodded her head. "Proceed doctor, but please make it quick." As the doctor moved closer Satine grabbed Christian's hand. Christian bent down and whispered "I love you." Seeing Satine cringe and the needle made contact with her body he suddenly drew her into a long passionate kiss. By the time they let go of each other Satine was half asleep. She whimpered "I love you" before passing out completely.
The doctor expertly whisked Satine away and the door was closed behind him. Christian, being exhausted from the previous night laid down on the bed. As he dozed he heard the others quietly talk about the show and the Duke. Christian hoped the duke was done with Satine. He did not think she had the strength to fight the Duke anymore. Christian knew that he must keep the Duke away at all costs. His lasts thoughts before drifting off to sleep where that they must leave the Moulin Rouge as soon as possible. They would go somewhere and get married and live happily ever after, just like in his stories.
Christian was up and talking to Toulouse and the Argentinian when the doctor wheeled Satine into the room. She was peacefully sleeping on the stretcher and a large wound dressing was visible on her chest as she was placed in bed. The doctor noticed Christian eyes the bandage and said "She came through nicely. There was not a lot of blood loss and so she should regain conciseness in a little while." Christian, who had not realized was holding his breath, breathed a sigh of relief. "When will she be able to leave the hospital." Marie asked. "Mademoiselle Satine should be able to leave the hospital within 24 hours of her awakening. I will want to see her in a week to make sure she is healing properly. It will take her about a month to regain all her strength and I would not travel to far from Paris for a while." There went Christian's hopes of a speedy departure. He would stay with Satine in Paris and they would leave in a month.
"When Mademoiselle Satine awakens please send someone to notify me. I need to take a couple more tests. Oh, and visiting hours are over in an hour so after 7 please only one of you remains." With that the doctor took a small bow and exited the room. After his departure the silence in the room remained. Everyone was looking at Christian, but he didn't know why. "What?" He asked. "Why are you all staring at me like that." Toulouse was the first to answer. "Christian you have to leave Pawis. The Duke still wants Satine. He will kill you." "But I can't leave Satine. She cannot deal with him in her condition. I won't let her deal with him. No! I'm not leaving, and that's final!" Christian's voice grew louder as he became more, and more panicked. "Christian be reasonable." Harold's voice was calm, but there was a slight shake behind it. "The duke will see Satine is ill. We will tell him a lie to keep him away from her. In a month you will come back and the two of you will run away together." Christian shook his head. "It's the only way." Harold said.
Christian turned and walked out of the room. He needed to get some air and clear his head. As he walked he quietly hummed Come What May. "You saw that play too?" Christian turned around to see a man sitting with an elderly woman. "Excuse me?" Christian asked confused. "Spectacular Spectacular. It wasn't that bad of a show. Plus that lead actress is one hell of a babe. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her sometime. I heard they call her The Sparkling Diamond." Christian couldn't take it. He practically ran down the hall away from the man and out into the court yard.
Outside it was cold and the sun was just setting over the hill. Christian stood out in the cold trying to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. He couldn't bare to hear Satine talked about in that way, although he knew that she was a courtesan. If that one man wanted her how many others did? How many would stop at nothing to get to her? The Duke surely wouldn't, Christian knew that. I won't leave. I will just have to hide. He thought to himself. But hide where, the devil's advocate tormented him. Christian didn't know what to do. So he did the only thing he loved other then Satine, he sang.
Or at least he was about to sing until Toulouse came running out. "She wants too see you." "She's awake then?" Christian asked. "Yes. She wants you and the west of us are leaving." "Good night then." Christian said. "Good night Christian. And don't Wowwy." Christian only smiled and turned back to the hospital.
When he entered the room he thought Satine had fallen asleep again. Her eyes where closed and her breathing soft and regular. When Christian entered the room she looked up and smiled. "I guess I can't where any of those silly costumes for a while. The bruise is less then appealing." Christian let a smile peep through. "You will always be beautiful to me." The both smiled at each other. Satine's smile faded to quickly though. "Christian when I am released from the hospital tomorrow I will be taken to your apartment. There I will stay but you will pack a bag..." Christian tried to protest. "...No let me finish... You will pack a bag and move into an inn just outside Paris under a different name. You will then by a ticket to London in your name and write a fake letter to Harold telling him to send the last of your paychecks to a false address. Harold will make sure the Duke sees this letter and also proof from the train station that you bought a ticket and indeed left." Christian was confused. "So I am not staying at the inn?" Satine shook her head. "No you are staying at the in under the fake name. The Duke will think you have left and thus leave you alone. You will come and visit me every night at midnight for a month. The Duke will not see me because he will be under the belief that I have a highly contagious disease. Is everything clear to you?" Satine looked at Christian like a teacher trying to make her student understand.
"So does anyone else know of this plan? Christian asked trying to sound braver then he actually felt. "Toulouse, Chocolate and Harold are the only other people who know what we are about to do." "Do you think that this will work?" Satine was silent for a moment and then replied "It has to." She then smiled. "We need not worry about that now. We have a whole 23 hours left together in this hospital." Christian laughed for the first time all day.
The next day Satine was dressed in a dark blue dress that had furls in the front, as to hide her bandaging. It took a while for Christian to dress her because she kept losing energy or breath and had to sit down. It was 1:30 by the time she was ready to leave. As they headed through the hallway Christian saw the man who had mentioned Satine to him last night. Before he had the chance to hide him and Satine the man came up to them. "All right man. I know who you are. You're the other Sitar Player. Why didn't you tell me you got the courtesan babe?" Satine looked at Christian bewildered and then back at the man. "I am no courtesan babe, I am an actress and a woman of upper class. You would do well to respect those of higher stature." The man looked stunned for a moment and then returned to his cocky self. "Right, whatever. Anyway can I have a kiss. Its not like you had a problem making out with that fat bloke." At that Christian snapped. Letting go of Satine's waist Christian walked up to the arrogant man and punched him in the nose. "Never insult Satine ever again." With that Christian grabbed Satine and they walked out the hospital doors.
Outside there where three carriages. One for Satine and Harold, another for the Bohemians and Marie, and the other for Christian and Chocolate. Christian turned to face Satine and saw that there where silent tears streaming down her face. "Shh. Don't worry. I'll see you tonight. You'll be safe and I am only a half hour away." "I don't want you to go." She cried. Christian kissed her forehead, her neck, and every other part of her body above the shoulders. "It is only a month. Remember Come what may," Satine joined in. " I will love you till my dying day." "I love you Satine." She nodded and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she turned from him and hopped into the carriage. Christian watched Harold get in after her and the driver pull them away. From behind him came the sound of Chocolates voice. "Shall we go?" "Yes." And he climbed into the back of the carriage and rode off to the train station.
At the train station Christian bought a ticket for the first train to London. He walked over to the train and walked to the last car. As the train pulled away Christian covered his face with his hat and quickly walked out of the station. Chocolate was waiting at the carriage. Christian quickly hopped in and they where off to the Nicole Marie Inn. They arrived just as dark was setting upon the city. Christian handed Chocolate the letter for Harold saying he had left. After thanking Chocolate Christian hopped out and walked into the inn. He rented a room under the name Ewan Kidman and went up to his room. It was a small room that reminded him of the hospital room except that instead of a doctors table there was a dresser. Christian had nothing to unpack yet, he would get his stuff when he visited Satine that night, so he laid down on the bed and slept.
Ok time to R&R. I'll try updating soon, but schools starting so it might take a while. But don't worry I will update. So review please.