We heard the loud footsteps of many men charging down the stairs. Quickly, I stood up and slammed our jail door shut, then shakily I grabbed the key and twisted it in the lock, locking ourselves inside.

I hid the key in my pocket. Hopefully, that was the only one and these bars were very strong.

Erik started to mutter something very quickly in a language I didn't understand. All of a sudden, as I heard the large wooden door burst open, the Ouija Board lit up.

"Thank the lord!" I cried.

"Quick!" Erik cried, and he snatched my hand in his. He yelled something very loud in that same language, and the Ouija Board started to shake.

And so did the bars to our cell. The guards were shaking them like crazy, and I was too afraid that they would break open.

"Hurry!" I yelled to Erik.

I started to hear gun shots and swords falling to the ground. The guards were trying to kill us.

Erik hissed once again in that language. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed as I felt myself being pulled through something small. I could feel my hair blow in every direction, and I also heard Erik's curses.

Just then, it stopped. Everything stopped. No more wind, no more shaking of bars, no more of anything. All was silent.

I opened my eyes. We were in the secret room. The Ouija Board was set on the table, looking peaceful, as if nothing had happened. Quickly, remembering Erik, I looked around frantically for him.

"Erik!" I cried.

I heard a low groan. I knew it was Erik's, and I quickly turned my head to the direction of it. I screamed at what I saw.

Erik was lying on the ground, with two gun shots in his left arm and one sword stuck inside of his stomach. Those guards must have shot him. Hurriedly, I scrambled to the ground and noticed that the sword wasn't deeply inside of him. In fact, it looked as if it was about to fall out.

"Erik? Are you alright?"

He groaned again. Knowing that I would have to get this sword out of him, I grasped the sword and without thinking, yanked it out.

Erik hissed and cursed in pain. Even though the sword wasn't quite inside of him, I supposed it could still hurt quite badly. I quickly threw the sword across the room, not wanting it to be near us at all. In fact, I would burn it.

"Erik, can you stand up?" I asked him.

He mumbled something between a 'Yes' and a 'No'. So I told him,

"Erik, you're going to have to try and stand up. Could you do that?"

"I'll try," He barely whispered.

I scrambled up from the ground, as Erik had started to move, and I supported him. I used my left arm to put around his waist, and I put his right arm around my neck. Now, Erik was standing neck to me, but his legs were shaking terribly.

He took one step forward, and almost fell if I hadn't caught him. I told him gently,

"Don't worry, you can do it."

"I know that," He spat at me. "I'm not stupid."

I was quite surprised by Erik's rude comment toward me. But then I realized that he was in a bad temper, since two bullet's were in his arm and I had just pulled a sword out from his stomach. Who wouldn't be in a bad temper?

Erik was doing better by every step he took. Every step was less and less shaky, and soon we were at the door. I kicked it open and walked Erik towards the couch.

"Alright Erik, now if you'll lie down I can - "

"I'm fine," He spat once again towards me. He yanked his arm away from me and said, "I don't your help. I'm perfectly fine. Now if you don't mind, madmoiselle, I'm going to the music room."

Furiously, I grabbed his un-injured arm and demanded in his face, "You are going to lay down on that couch, monsieur, and I am going to get those bullets out of your arm! Do you understand me!"

Erik was shocked. Slowly, he stepped towards the couch and laid down, not taking his eyes away from my now smirking face.

"I thought you'd see things my way," I smiled. "Now wait right here. I'm going to get a bucket of water."

Erik didn't answer. He was still in shock from what I had said to him. I felt a little different now too, as I walked towards the kitchen. I had never spoke that way before and I just have to say, it felt good. I never even knew I could talk like that.

I gathered a bucket and put in some lukewarm water. I grabbed two towels and plopped them inside of the bucket. But how would I get the bullet out? I didn't think Erik had any supplies, so I knew that I would have to do it the old fashioned way. Was there an old fashioned way?

Quickly, I shut my mind up and decided that I would have to pull it out with my hands. If the bullet was too deep inside, I would have to go to the store and buy some sort of tool to get it out.

I walked back over to Erik, with the bucket in my hands. I looked at him and noticed that he was petting Ayesha with his uninjured arm. Ayesha was curled up on his stomach and was purring happily. And worst of all, she was right on the spot where the sword had been inside of Erik.

"I'm going to have to take Ayesha off," I told him. I was ready to pick her up when suddenly she hissed at me. But I gathered all my fears of Ayesha and set them aside. I had work to do.

"I don't have time for this, Ayesha." I grumbled. I grabbed the hissing cat and set her down on the ground before she could scratch me.

I grabbed one of the towels and set it on the wound of Erik's stomach. He cursed and with his uninjured arm, pushed my arm away.

"Sorry," I said. "It might sting a little."

"I can see that!" He cried.

I smiled and gently set the towel on his wound. He hissed in pain, but did not push my arm away.

I left the towel to sit on his stomach and pulled his left arm gently up, so that it was now resting across his chest.

I inspected the wound. I could see the bullets in his arms, and with all that blood, I felt as if I was about to vomit.

But Erik seemed amused by this scene. He smirked and asked me,

"Have you ever had any medical experience, Christine?"

"Yes," I lied.

He studied my face and started to chuckle. "You're terrible at lying, you know."

"Hush, will you? I need concentration."

"Oh, right. I'm quite sorry, Doctor Christine. I'll hush now."

I rolled my eyes and was about to pick out the bullet when suddenly I asked, without thinking,

"Would it be okay if I took them out with my fingers?"

He stared at me for a moment. "Well, I suppose. It's the only thing to do, since I don't have any of the right supplies."

"You know, you don't seem as if you're in great pain."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I mean, if I had two bullets in my arm I'd be screaming my lungs out."

"I'm sure you would. Anyways, I am used to this sort of thing."

"You are?"

"Of course."

"How?"

"You wouldn't understand. Now get these bullets out of my arm or you force me to do it myself."

"Would you?" I asked, being half humerous and half serious. He only smiled and said, "Get them out, would you?"

"Yes, of course," I sighed. I stared at the wound once again. Red and black blood was covered around the wound, and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

But I had to do it. I would do it for Erik. I would do it now and get it over with, then I could vomit. I squeezed my eyes shut and was about to plunge my fingers inside of the hole when Erik stopped me.

"Woah, woah! What do you think you're doing? You don't shut your eyes when you're trying to get bullets out of someone!"

I felt very embarrased. I opened my eyes and smiled sweetly at him. "Uh, sorry."

"Goodness, woman. I'm about ready to call in a real doctor."

"No! I can do it! I can do it..." I looked at the wound once more. I had to do this and get it over with. So without thinking, I plunged my thumb and index finger inside of the hole.

You would never have any idea what this felt like. It felt so disgusting! I was about to take my fingers out and vomit, but I didn't. I kept my fingers in there and felt around for the bullet. I was feeling gushy skin, blood, and I think I was touching a bone! I didn't know what else I was feeling, but all I know is that it felt gross.

I didn't even know that it happened, I was too busy thinking about what I was touching. I had just thrown the bullet into the bucket of water. I gasped in excitement.

"I did it!" I exclaimed.

Erik smiled at me. "Congratulations, my beauty."

"I can't believe it, I actually did it!"

The smile stayed on his face, and he nodded. I was so excited I almost forgot that I had to pull another bullet out. I was about to stick my fingers in the hole when Erik asked,

"So, how did it feel in there?"

I shot him a look and he only smirked at me. But when I said this, I felt the need to look at my fingers, so I did. They were covered in blood, which was almost black, and I had the need to dip my hands into the bucket of water, but since I had thrown the bullet in there, the water was now all red.

"Darn it!" I exclaimed, looking into the bucket.

Trying not to think about my fingers, I stuck them back into the next bullet hole. I felt around the gushy skin and thick blood, and once I had found the bullet, I yanked it out and threw it into the bucket.

Finally, I was finished.

"Brava," Erik said casually.

But I didn't answer him. Instead, I darted to the bathroom and threw up.

x x x

Two hours passed since I had pulled the bullets out of Erik's arms. Afterwards, he wanted to get up and play the organ, but I told him to lay down and rest. He protested, but I told him it was for his health. He said he didn't care, but I told him I did. So he stayed on the couch.

I am now fixing him a meal. He told me he didn't want anything big, so I am just making him a few rolls. They should be good. Erik told me how to make them, so I wouldn't burn up his lair.

I peeked from out of the kitchen and looked into the little room which Erik was lying on the couch. I grabbed a book for him, which he was reading now, and Ayehsa was also lying down on his stomach. I had wrapped up all of his wounds and cleaned them gently. I felt like a real doctor. Only I knew that I could never be one, especially if I was going to vomit after every patient.

The rolls had a few more minutes, so I decided to go into the little room and check on Erik. I did so, and when I got there, I asked him,

"Do you need anything?"

He put his thumb inside of his book and shut it, so he wouldn't lose his page. He shook his head and said to me,

"Nothing at all, my dear."

"Are you feeling well?"

"I am fine, indeed."

"Oh. Well, would you like your pillow fluffed?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Are you cold? I can get you some more - "

"Christine!" He chuckled. "I am fine, my precious. I don't need anything."

"Oh, okay then. I'm going to um, do something."

I was about to walk out the room when Erik called my name. I turned around and asked,

"Yes?"

"Thank you." He told me.

I smiled. "For what?"

"Taking the bullets out of my arm, my child. I thought you wouldn't be able to do it."

"So did I," I giggled. "I thought I would vomit. Well, I did actaully..."

Erik chuckled at my rambling. I smiled and walked up to him, kneeling beside him. I kissed his forehead and then noticed how hot it was.

"Oh dear, Erik! Your forehead is so warm!" I put my hand on his forehead. I didn't have much space, since his mask was on, but I could tell it was extremely warm.

"Are you feeling different?" I asked him. "Sick? Oh dear, you might have to vomit. Let me get a bucket."

Erik protested and told me that he was well, but I didn't want to take any chances. I grabbed a bucket from the kitchen and ran it over to him. I set it besides his couch and told him,

"If you need to vomit, here is your bucket."

"You're being ridiculous, Christine."

"But I'm worried about you, Erik!" I cried. "The last thing I want is you getting hurt again!"

It was silent for a moment. Erik was smiling at me, and he bent the page in his book, then set it besides him. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards him, then kissed my lips feverishly.

I kissed him back. It felt so good to kiss him again. But then I pulled away shyly.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Um, the rolls are ready." And I quickly walked back into the kitchen.

What was that for? I could've enjoyed his kiss for a little bit longer, but no, I was too shy. Shy? Why was I shy again? I didn't know. I knew him too well, and I loved him. I didn't know why I was shy.

When the rolls were finished, I let them cool down and then I set them on a tray for Erik. I also filled up a cup with some red wine, which I knew Erik loved.

I brought the tray over to him and set it on his lap. He smiled and set his book down.

"Oh yes, Christine, before I forget. It's December now, and it gets quite cold down here, you know. So, tomorrow I'll need to fetch some firewood and some blankets. I don't want you freezing to death, my dear."

I nodded and was about to agree, but then I suddenly knew what he was thinking.

"Erik, you still aren't well! I'll go out in town and get the firewood and blankets tomorrow. You need to stay here and rest."

Erik groaned and I only smiled and kissed his forehead. But before I could pull away, Erik grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"Kiss me." He demanded in a whisper.

Shyly, I smiled and kissed his lips. He wanted more though, I could tell he wanted more. So I kissed him once again and eventually pulled away.

"Finish your rolls, Erik." I told him.

"Of course, Doctor Christine."

x x x x

Christine: Nice chapter.

Me: Yes, I know. (grins)

Christine: Ok, is that movie over yet? (points towards the door to the movie room)

Me: (looks at watch) It was over three hours ago.

Christine: Then why are they still in there?

Me: Who knows? All the reviewers are probably killing him with kisses.

Christine: (frusterated sigh) I'm going to open the door. (opens the door and finds a bunch of reviewers on top of Erik, kissing him like crazy)

Me: Oh brother. He's going to suffocate.

(reviewers see Christine and run away)

Christine: Erik!

Erik: (smiling) I feel so loved.

Christine: Oh please! (helps Erik off the ground and back into my room)

Me: So Erik, how was the movie?

Erik: Oh yeah, that. I never really got a chance to watch it. Because everytime I made it back to my seat all of those girls would jump on me and start to kiss me.

Christine: Grr...

Erik: (shrugs) Whatever. Can I do that again?

Me: Um...ok...perhaps (cough) But first you need a bath. You smell like body odar and...perfume. Weird combination.

Erik: The perfume was from that one girl...and the body odar...(blushes)

Christine & I: Ewwww!

Erik: (runs to go take a bath)

Me: Okay, sorry for the long wait everyone! As you know, I am very busy with school, and I can guess that a lot of you are busy too. I try my best to write more of a chapter everyday, but as you know since school started, I won't be able to update once a day. But I -

Erik: Hey! Where's the shampoo!

Christine: Shut up! She's talking to the reviewers!

Erik: But Erik need shampoo! (tear tear)

Christine: Oh brother. (goes to help Erik find the shampoo)

Me: (coughs) Anyways just a reminder that I will never quit this story. I hate it how people do that. I mean, just imagine this - what if J.K. Rowling just decided to not finish Harry Potter? I mean, come on! Her fans wouldn't be very happy now would they? I have a some more ideas for the story, so it won't be over quite yet. Please review!

Erik: Where's the soap! And I want my rubber punjab ducky!