I am sooo sorry for not updating sooner! I've had major writers block and I got over it finally! I don't have it anymore yay! Ill be working on this more cuz I have writers block on my other one. So… I hope you all don't hate me and hope you will review!

Ch.4:

A Few days went by and still Erik hadn't regained his voice, Christine asked the doctor and he knew nothing. He explained it in a way that it sounded like he did, but Christine knew that he didn't. Christine stuck by his side, all the time. Erik had informed her of his name in writing, which pleased Christine. Even though he couldn't talk he still acted a little shy around her. And she didn't blame him, after all she did leave him, but then came back, but he was too busy nearly dying that he didn't notice. She couldn't bare the thought of Erik losing his voice; Erik with out his voice is like a lock without a key, paper with out a pencil. He just sat there watching Christine as she paced. He wanted to tell her to stop, but yet he couldn't. He was getting very agitated; he didn't like staying still for so many days. He wanted to get up and roam free but every time he tried to get up Christine pushed him back down. "Erik, I don't know what to do." Christine spoke up after a long period of silence. Erik shook his head, shaking the dizziness off. "I feel this is my entire fault. If I hadn't left you in the first place then that wouldn't have happened, or if I just left with Raoul you would have died, which I guess either or would make you happy." Christine looked at him, and saw lots of emotion in his eyes, too many to name. "Why does life have to be so complicated? Why can't everything be simple?" Erik reached over to the table next to him and grabbed a pen and a paper, feeling the need to say what was on his mind. He wrote,

'Because Christine, it can't. Life was not made to be fair, and easy. Everyone has problems some worse then others. I guess we just have to deal with what we have. For me though, you are right, I would rather have died then to be here secluded to a bed, not even being able to talk.'

He waved it in the air and Christine took it from him and read it. "Im sorry, but we cant risk anything. I know that you can't talk, I miss your voice." She walked over and sat on the foot of his bed. "I'm sorry if I caused you pain." She said softly. He looked up and really wanted to talk. He couldn't write it down it wouldn't be the same. She got up and walked over to him. "Erik…" She bent down and slowly kissed him on the lips. Erik felt a warmth flow through him. His heart started to beat faster. Christine pulled away, and opened her eyes watching him. He sighed and said breathlessly, "Christine…" IT was so low though that she barely heard it, but she knows she did and smiled. She was satisfied and got up. "I'm just going to go for a little walk, I'll be back." Erik crosses his arms and huphed. "I promise ill be back soon." He stared down at his sheets thinking, 'losing my voice stinks.'

It calmed her, made her stop crying, and sometimes put her to sleep. She would miss his Christine walked out of the door and through the hallways, smiling. Erik had his voice back, well sort of. She knew she heard him speak her name, which was better than not speaking at all. She still worried though that he wouldn't be able to sing. Her smile faded as that thought filled her head. Erik not singing, what would that be like? She didn't want to imagine it, his voice comforts her. Back when he was just her angel and she was little, and mourning the loss of her father he sang to her and it helped her, so much. She loved voice, his soothing voice, his luring voice. His voice that captivated her soul and made her lose every sense of reality. Oh God why did I do that to him. She thought as she walked down the hall, trying to remember what exactly happened that made her leave him in the first place.

Back in the room Erik was just staring at the wall. Was all this really happening? Was he really alive or just dreaming? Many thoughts ran through his mind and he was so used to telling his opinion on everything, but he couldn't now, He couldn't talk. Why was this happening to him? Why after all that, why does it all have to get worse? I could have been dead right now, rotting for eternity in hell, and then finally I would be the devils child. But the thing I wished for most happened and im still miserable. He thought. He was starting to get uncomfortable lying in one position for so long. He shifted and got himself to roll over on his side, but a pain shot through him just then. He groaned out in pain and buried his face in the pillow. He heard the door open, but didn't turn. "Excuse me, sir?" he heard the voice of a girl; he turned his head and saw the nurse. "You're awake. Good." The nurse walked over to him. "Sir, im going to have to ask you to go on your back, I need to examine your wound." Erik glared at her through the corner of his eyes and shifted back until he was on his back again. He winced again at the pain in his chest. The nurse walked over to him, rolled up his shirt and looked at the hole in his upper chest. She gently ran her fingers over it. Erik flinched, not really at the pain but at human contact. "it is healing, slowly, but it is healing." She said, rolling his shirt back down. He looked at her thinking, who said I wanted it to heal. The nurse saw his look and her face softened. "Sir, 'tis a shame that you want to leave the world. You've probably had a hard life." She said, not keeping her eyes off of his. He gave her a confused glance then remembered his mask was not on. He swallowed and turned his head into the pillow. "I am not afraid of you sir." She said. Erik looked at her. "Nor do I think you a monster, I've seen worse." She gave him a smile. But he just kept the same face, watching her. "Well then, I better go." She said starting to leave. But Erik had a few question to ask her, he opened his mouth and called out raspily "wait." She turned around and looked at him. She walked back over to his bedside. "What is it sir?" He closed his eyes, it hurt to talk. "What about my voice?" he asked, slowly and in a whisper.

"you are slowly regaining it sir, you are talking to me, I can see it's hurting you to talk so don't do it too much." She said.

He nodded. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. He had to ask that.

She shook her head, "no sir, if I did I wouldn't call you sir, I would have called you by your name." she explained.

He nodded, he was relieved. If she did, she would probably run, screaming murderer, the phantom is here!

"What is your name sir? If you don't mind me asking." She asked.

Erik looked over at her, panic rising, for a minute he forgot his name and didn't want to tell her it was the phantom. Then he remembered. "Erik." He replied. "Just erik." He didn't have a last name, well he probably did but he didn't remember it.

She nodded. "Is that all Erik?"

He nodded. She smiled once more before leaving. He looked back up at the ceiling; he was regaining his voice, that's a good thing. But out of all the things, his chest, when he talks, the thing that hurts the most is he doesn't know why Christine is here. When he first woke up he saw Raoul and Christine but couldn't hear them. He saw Raoul leave the room and Christine stay with him. Then only a few minutes ago, she kissed him. She was torturing him, playing games with his heart and he knew that once he was healed she would run back to her precious vicomte. Why bother saving me, if you're just going to kill me again. He thought drearily. The door soon opened again and Christine walked in again, he quickly glanced at her then back up at the ceiling. Christine walked over to him. "Erik." She started; Erik noticed that there was a sad tone to her voice. "I want to say I am sorry. Sorry for all I have done to you."

Erik glanced at her. "All you ever have done was love me, and I betrayed you. I denied you, and I ran off with another man. It's just…that you scared me." Erik turned his head fully and was looking into her eyes. "You were always my angel, and then when I meet you, you lose your temper on me." She didn't know where all this was coming from, she didn't even realize she was brave enough to tell him this. "my first impression of you was… not good and then you threaten the managers and, kill Buquet, you and Raoul fighting at the graveyard…"

"that time was not my victory." He said hoarsely. She nodded. "Yes I know…" then she realized that he talked. "You're talking." He shrugged. "A little." he said, and then coughed. She smiled. "It's wonderful to hear your voice again even if it is raspy." She said smirking a little.

He narrowed his eyes. "Stop playing games with me." He whispered harshly. Christine was confused; she titled her head to the side and furrowed her brows in confusion. "You're playing games with my heart again."

"Erik I'm not I…"

"Stop, just stop. I don't want your pity Christine!" he growled.

"I'm not here to give you pity!" Christine came back at him.

"You brought me here so I can heal. Heal from what? This little wound? this pain doesn't compare to the pain you left me with, the pain the world left me with."

Christine's eyes filled with sadness and she looked down, placing her hand on her forehead. She felt like crying.

"I don't know why you brought me here! I think it would have just been easier for the world if I just died."

That triggered something in Christine, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head. "Don't say that." She said looking up at him.

"You know it's true, you're being nice to me so I can heal faster and then when I heal you're going to go running back to the vicomte!"

"That's not true." She said, tears running down her cheeks.

He continued, ignoring her. "I don't know why you bothered bringing me here if your just going to leave me again."

"I'm not going to..." she started but Erik cut her off.

"Just go now." He said a little quieter.

"Erik…"

"GO!" he seemed to yell, and then he turned over on his side.

Christine closed her eyes, not understanding why Erik wouldn't let her talk, why he didn't believe her. She took a sobbing breath and listening to Erik, left the room, tears pouring down her cheeks.

Marty was outside in the hallway, he wanted to see how this man was doing, after all it was him who shot him. He also wanted to apologize for that. Christine told him his name was Erik, and before she knew that, she was calling him angel. But he was also the phantom; the whole issue really confused him. He heard the door open and saw Christine rushing out her hands over her face. She was apparently crying. "Christine?" he asked. But she didn't stop; she just kept walking down the hall. He must have done something. That man must have done something. He knew he couldn't trust him. He caught the door before it closed and slammed it against the wall. He walked in and saw erik laying on his side. "What did you do to her?" he asked, just like a protective father would do.

Erik, hearing a man's voice, immediately thinking it was the vicomte then listening more closely realizing it couldn't have been, turned around and glared at him through blurred vision.

Marty's hard look immediately softened when he saw that he had been crying also. "what happened?"

"None of your business." Erik snapped back.

"Listen," Marty started walking over to Erik. "I care about Christine, she came out of this room looking like her face just got dunked in a pail of water. And you don't look any different."

Erik glared at Marty again, "Why would she be crying?"

"I don't know, I should be asking you that question."

"I just told her to leave." Erik said and the way he said it gave marty a clue as to what he was saying.

"Why?"

"Why? Because she was bound to do it sooner or later! i just wanted it to happen sooner because the more she hung around the more and more I fall in love with her and the harder it would be for me to let her go." He finished softly.

"Why did you think she was going to leave you?" Marty asked.

"She's done it before. I don't know why she came back."

"Look, when I shot you-yes I shot you- she escaped from my officers' grasp ran over to you and started crying hysterically. Then when you fell unconscious she stood up, enraged and started yelling at me. I told her I would get you to a hospital; she was crying all the way there and kept talking about you. She explained to me what happened, and she didn't tell me she loved you but I could see it in her eyes."

"She doesn't love me. She loves…" Erik didn't get to finish because Marty cut him off.

"Will you listen?" Marty yelled. Erik growled and glared at him. "She doesn't love anyone but you! Maybe it wasn't always that way but it is now! She left her fiancée as she told me to come back to you. I remember her exact words were 'I realized that I could not leave him, after all he had done. For me.' So you monsieur, better wake up and face reality, I know you've had a hard life, it shows in your actions, but someone in this world loves you. And love you a lot." Marty got up and left leaving erik to his thoughts. Erik glared at the door that Marty left in for a while, until he let what he said sink in. he closed his eyes and groaned to himself. "Oh dear lord, what have I done."

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