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A/N: I'd appreciate it if those of you who read this story would also kindly review, even if it's as short as "Good job" or "I hate it" (yes, I do accept flames: just not nasty mean ones). So, please review. My deepest thanks to Emma-J-Riddle and Anastasia Who for their kind reviews. All right, then. Back to the story.
Chapter 4: The Rest of the Story.
It was sometime before I found out what had happened after my descent into darkness. For the sake of the flow of the story (and your curiosity), I will tell you what happened as it was told to me.
It was Erik who rescued me. He had been driving down that street (only God knows why; I never had the courage to ask) and saw the men corner me. He had immediately stopped the carriage, jumped out, and ran to my rescue. It was him who shouted, "Unhand her, you scoundrels."
Needless to say, the men saw him and panicked. Wouldn't you be scared too if you saw…? Now that would be giving my story away, so I'll just say wouldn't you be scared too if some strange man ran at you while you were in the process of a crime? I should say so. The men fled and Erik walked over to me. He established that I was alive, but unconscious and that I was wounded. Picking me up, he took me to his carriage. Gently, he placed me in and told the driver to take him home.
Upon arriving at his house, Erik carried me into a spare bedroom and had Louise, the housemaid, go fetch a doctor. The doctor arrived, stitched up my head, and then told Erik that they would have to be patient about my waking up. The doctor said it could be as short as an hour or as long as a few days.
Louise told me later that Erik refused to leave my side for anything, even food. He acted like he was in some way responsible for what happened to me, which was not the case. I still can't believe he stayed by my side for that long. I mean, I was out for a long time: a week to be precise. I think my week of sleep was due not only to my collision with the wall, but also to my just having time jumped to the 19th century. That would knock anyone out.
I woke up a week later, but I didn't wake up to Erik sitting by my bedside. He had left my side as soon as he saw the signs of me waking up.