A\N: Thanks for all the reviews everyone, keep it up, and if anyone is really bored I urge you to read my short oneshot "Wipe my Tears", it is an angst...so if anyone feels the urge... Well enjoy this chapter anywho!

Chapter 20

Erik awoke in a bright cheery room. He tried lifting his head, but was rewarded by a sharp pain in his head. Erik gingerly touched his forehead, which was wrapped in a gauze bandage.
"Oh you're up." Raoul stretched in his chair. "You've been out for a day. And it's so hot in here! My leather pants are just positively sticking to me." Erik ignored him, and rubbed at his eyes.

"Where is Christine"
"Well she was here when I came in, but when she saw me, she made an annoying face, and haughtily walked past me. But the important thing is that I managed to trip her on the way out." Erik opened his mouth, but Raoul continued talking. "Now Erik, let me give you some advice, when someone screams 'heads up!' you don't actually look up. You need to learn the lingo." Erik muttered something inaudible, and Raoul continued his banter.

"Now don't worry about your luscious face. The doctor informed me that you will have no scarring." Raoul gave a cheery thumbs up.
"Yeah, great." Erik muttered.
"Oh, you look so hot when you're pissed off." Raoul got up, and climbed on top of Erik. Erik felt himself flush red, as Raoul leaned in closer and closer.
"What the hell?" Raoul whipped around, to see Christine staring at them from the doorway. He looked back down at Erik, and could have sworn he saw disappointment etched on Erik's face.

"Oh, um, Phantom, I mean Erik's mask was stuck and I-" Raoul pulled off Erik's mask to illustrate his point, and continued babbling until Erik kicked him off the bed. "Aargh." Raoul screeched, falling into a heap on the floor.
"Oh Erik you're up!" Christine cooed, rushing over to Erik, and started planting kisses on his face. "I was so worried, the doctor said that once you were up we could leave. So you want to leave?" She stepped back, and smiled at him.

"Yea sure let's go." Erik said, climbing out of bed. He stepped on Raoul's face, and walked out of the room with Christine. Once they walked out of the room, and rounded the corner, Christine broke into chatter once more.
"Erik I'm worried about Raoul's sanity." Erik snorted, but she continued, "I think it would be best for Raoul to go to a psychiatrist"
"A psychiatrist?" Erik exclaimed in disgust. "This has nothing to do with you!" Christine rolled her eyes.

"Regardless of that, I have already contacted one for him, and I think we should go and see one"
"What for? This is rigoddamdiculous, you definitely cannot force me to go anywhere I don't want to go." Christine decided not to press the matter, and they walked out of the hospital in silence.

Raoul slowly got up from the ground, feeling ecstatic.
"Disappointment! I saw disappointment on his face! Erik is this close to being mine! MINE!" He kicked the air, and started whooping in a nurse's face. "Dingo!" And he sort of started to skip down the road. He didn't get very far, when two men in white coats grabbed a hold of him.

" I'm sorry vicomte de Chagny, but we have orders from a Christine to basically lock you away"
"What? You can't do this, unhand me you creeps!" Raoul screeched, kicking at the air wildly. "You can't keep me away from winning Erik's fair heart!" He looked around, and elbowed one of the men in the face. Once the man let his right hand go, he punched the other man in the eye. He started to run away, but stopped, turned around, and kicked one man then the other in the ass. "And Raoul is back in the game!" He started sprinting down the road towards his house. He got a couple of blocks behind him, when he slammed into Erik. "Can't talk Erik, there's a psychiatrist chasing me!"

"A psychiatrist!" Erik gasped. "Curse that Christine"
"You have to help me hide, here comes one!" Raoul panted, pointing down the road. Using his quick thinking, Erik reached out his hand, and shoved Raoul into a bush. The psychiatrist slowed down to a stop in front of Erik, and stared suspiciously at him. "Hey, hot enough for you?" Erik asked, waving at the man.
"Shut up." The man sped up again.
"Bushes are nice." Raoul's voice wavered up towards Erik. "Unless they have prickers, and this one has some, ouch." He clambered out of the bush, picking thorns out of his shirt.

"Better stay off of the streets." Erik said thoughtfully. Raoul beamed up at Erik. "What? What's wrong with you?" Erik asked Raoul irritably.
"Uh, nothing. Oh man, these leather pants are riding up my ass, I have to go change." Raoul answered, bending his knees vigorously. "Now don't you go anywhere, I'll be back down in a jif." And he darted past a couple of houses, and ran into his.
"Hey you." Bella said nonchalantly as Raoul flew through the door. "Why are you walking like that? Are you trying to gird your loins"
"I don't know what that means." Raoul said shortly, as he went up the stairs. He slammed the door to his bedroom, and immediately began pulling at his pants. "Go down, down! No!" He screamed in frustration, and he found that he couldn't peel his pants off. "They're stuck to my bulging masses of legs. I need help." He wobbled over to the nearest window, and leaned out. Looking around, he noticed Erik standing alone, still in the same place where Raoul last left him. "Oh Erik, you didn't disappear, we finally reached the yardstick in our relationship! Ooh, I need you to come up here, and help me rip my pants off." Seeing Erik's facial expression, he hastily restated, "I just need some help with getting my pants off, nothing sexual." He leaned forward. "Unless you want it to turn into that. Rrww." Erik disappeared from Raoul's view, and Raoul slumped onto his bed, disappointed.

Raoul's door creaked open, and Erik hesitantly walked in.
"Erik!" Raoul rolled off the bed in excitement. "You came! Here," He jumped back on the bed, and shoved his legs in Erik's face, "pull please"
"I just want to say I am only here because-" He broke off, and Raoul impatiently started kicking his legs.
"Please, I need these pants off, NOW!" Erik grabbed the bottom of the leather pants, and started tugging furiously. "Whoa." Raoul quickly grabbed the edge of his mattress in order to keep himself from flying off of the bed.
"These are glued on." Erik grunted, twisting around, and started pulling with all of his might.

Bella slowly walked up the stairs, with a handful of coverlets in her arms. Oblivious to everything, she was about to stroll into Raoul's bedroom, when angry voices made her pause.
"Harder! Harder!" Raoul was screeching.
"I can't go any harder you dandy!" Erik yelled back. "Face it, this is just not going to get off"
"Get off damn you!" Raoul yelled, and there was a loud ripping noise, a loud grunt, and a huge thump.
"What is going on in here!" Bella screamed, barging into the room, and looked around the room, scandalized. Raoul had a huge rip down the side of his pants, and he was on top of Erik, who was panting heavily.
"Oh, Bella, he was just trying to get my pants off." Raoul tried explaining, not moving off of Erik.

"I bet he was." Bella started to smirk.
"Then I fell off the bed, and on top of Erik." Raoul finished triumphantly, and Erik pushed Raoul off of him angrily. Standing up, he quickly walked out of the room, and Bella heard the front door slam shut.
"And he's gone again like a cat after pea soup." Raoul muttered softy, falling backwards. "All by myself," He started singing, and Bella made an angry noise, and ran out of the room after Erik. She flung open the front door, and saw him walking off slowly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked furiously.
"Do I know you?" He answered calmly.

"Oh, you," She sputtered. "You're breaking his heart you know, and making him all depressed, and I have to live with him. And all his moping is pissing me off. Maybe if you came to terms with it"
"Came to terms with what?" Erik asked, starting to march off.
"Come to terms with the fact that you are clearly in love with him." Bella answered, stepping front of him. Erik tried to sidestep her, but she cut him off. "Hmmph." Erik pushed her aside, and quickly started jogging away from her.
"Yeah, denial! That's what you're in, denial!" She screamed after him, and slammed her way back into Raoul's house.