So sorry for the long Update. I have had writers block for such a long time, (more explanation on bottom A/n…So anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Ch.3
Christine awoke to the sounds of the hospital. The running of doctors and nurses outside the room, The doctors yelling commands at the nurses. She looked down at him, he looked the same as he did yesterday. Motionless except the faint movement of his breathing. She didn't want to leave his side, but her stomach told her other wise. She got up, kissed the top of his head and whispered, "ill be back soon. I promise." With that said she walked out of the room and into the main hallway. She looked both ways not remembering which way the entrance was. She decided to ask a nurse. The first few nurses seemed in a hurry to get to their destinations, but one was walking casually down the hall, with nothing to do. Christine went up to her, "Um Excuse me, can you please show me where the main room is?" The nurse nodded, "Yes, please follow me." The nurse walked straight ahead and Christine followed her. The nurse led her down a few hallways turning every few hallways. They finally came to the main room. Christine thanked her and walked in to the main room. She looked around and saw Marty sleeping on one of the chairs. She went over to him and tapped him gently on the shoulder. Marty moaned sleepily, "five more minutes momma." He said brushing christine's hand away. Christine laughed, "I'm not your mother, Chief," She called him chief so he wouldn't get confused. "Now get up." Marty finally opened his eyes and looked up at Christine. "Ah, Miss. Daae, I didn't expect to see you. I thought you wouldn't leave his side." Christine nodded, "Yes well, I didn't want to leave him but I needed to." As if on cue her stomach growled. Marty laughed, "OH yes. Come ill get you some food, but I asked them last night. They don't sell food to the guests so we have to go out into town to get food." Marty explained, getting up. Christine sighed, not wanting to leave just incase he woke up and he might think that she wasn't there. "it's alright. I'm just too hungry to stay here with out anything." Marty nodded, "Alright then let's go."
Christine was silent the whole way to the diner. She couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened. She loved Raoul, and was oblivious to the feeling that she held for her angel, but he scared her. Killing people, kidnapping her, dragging her down to the lair, yelling at her. Her Angel was not the man she expected him to be. Her angel was the Opera Ghost, the infamous Phantom Of The Opera. But what scared her the most was his major obsession with her. When he first brought her down to his lair, she saw the paintings he had of her, the little figurines every detail cut out perfectly, and then the manikin, the life sized manikin of her with a wedding dress on it. 'what was that for? Was it just for him to look at or did it serve him some other purpose?' just then a disturbing image popped into her head. (not that! I was thinking of something not as gross as that. Geez.) 'if anyone saw him, that would be embarrassing.'
The carriage hit a bump startling Christine from her thoughts. She turned her head to look around the carriage. She saw Marty staring out the window, she took a good look at him. He was average size for a man his age, a bit of a beer belly, His hair was golden brown and just starting to ware away. His mustache was short was the same color as his hair, only it had some black and grey in it, making it stand out on his face. His Eyes she could not see very well, because they were turned out the window, but from what she could tell they were a mixture of, hazel, brown and just a little bit of blue, at least that's what it looked like it. He was handsome, if he was younger and she wasn't in love with her angel, she would have considered him for a suitor.
The carriage stopped in front of a small diner. Marty got out first , went over to the other side of the carriage, opened the door and helped Christine out. Christine thanked him, quietly and waited on the side walk as Marty paid the driver. Christine was staring at the diner, lost in thought, so she was surprised when she felt an arm go around her shoulder. She looked up at Marty who was smiling down at her. "well shall we go in?" He said, making a gesture with his arm toward the door. Christine nodded and walked in the door with Marty.
I totally have writers block, so im gonna skip the diner scene.
After an hour spent in the diner Marty and Christine headed back to the hospital. Although christine was hungry she didn't eat much because the worry was killing her. She couldn't help but thin k that all the murders he committed was coming back to get him, but the doctor said he would be fine but doctors can be wrong. After all she remembered that the doctor said her father would be fine, the next day he died. She never trusted a doctor after that.
Christine didn't even wait for Marty to help her our, she just jumped out and ran into the hospital, not being able to wait to see her angel. She found her way to his room even though she didn't know where it was, she swung the door open and ran over to his side. He still looked the same. Motionless. Except for his steady breating. She sighed and ran a finger down his cheek. "Oh my Angel, I'm sorry. I caused all this. I didn't know what I was thinking back there. "she started to speak her heart even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "You scared me, threatening g Raoul like that, threatening me. I never saw you so angry." She looked down at him and hoped he would respond but yet he remained the same. She heard the door open and thought it was Marty. How wrong she was. "So it is true. The Great phantom of the Opera was shot." Christine spun her head around and saw none other than the vicomte de Chagney standing in the door way. "What are you doing here Raoul?" She snapped not wanting to deal with him at the moment. "what? Did you think I would let you get away?" he asked walking towards her. "Leave Raoul, I don't want you here." He smirked. "Well you don't have a choice now do you?" He continued to walk toward her. "what happened to you Raoul, what happened to my child hood friend?" She asked wishing her angel was awake to protect her right now. "He's gone Christine, I am a man now." Christine looked around her, and then stood up. "and I am a woman, I am no longer your little Lotte, I am miss. Christine Daae, and you…" she pointed a finger in his direction, "and you Mr. Vicomte are no longer in my heart. Raoul glared at her and quickly glanced at the bed. "fine! Im sure your "angel" will be happy to see you!" he sneered then stormed out of the room. Christine collapsed on the chair beside the bed. She placed her head in her hands and she felt like crying. She heard someone clear their throat so she looked up but marty wasn't in the room, neither was any of the doctors or the nurses. She turned her head hope rising and she saw his head slightly turned and his eyes open and staring at her. She heard herself squel and had to restrain her self from jumping up and giving him a hug. "you're alive! You're awake!" he just looked at her, not saying anything. She didn't see any response from him. "You think I'm a dream don't you?" He still said nothing. She sighed and moved closer to him. "Angel please answer me." He opened his mouth slightly but nothing came out. A look of confusion spread across his face. He looked up at Christine as is asking, "do you know?" She shook her head. "You got shot, in the chest. WE brought you here." She said quietly trying to hold back tears. She was fearing the thought that his vocal cords got damaged. Her angel of music wouldn't be able to use his voice.
Sorry that's all I have, I've been working on that all day in school. I was bored during Global (Even though my teacher rocks.) and started to write the rest of this chapter. Tell me what you think! I know I haven't updated, when I started as a writer I didn't realize it would be so hard. With the writers block, it stinks. But it's a new talent that I know im good at…hopefully…Am i?
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