Chapter 51

Over the course of the next three days, Poppy started to stay awake longer. After the third day, Erik 'allowed' her to sit up. She had been getting sick of the damn bed and wanted to move, but he didn't want her to over tire her self. She hated being helpless, and a bother, but both Antoinette and Erik assured her that she wasn't. Antoinette was overjoyed when she was there when Poppy had woken up for the second time. The hard-hearted Ballet Mistress had hugged Poppy. She had to calm her down, tears in her own eyes, as she remembered the two visions. The one of her in her own time, no one there. Then the one of her in this bed, being taken care of by two people, that loved her. After Antoinette had left, Erik had checked her bandage around her head, after he did, he held her and cried. Telling her how much he loved her. It was then, Poppy realized that she had undeniably made the right choice.

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"Erik. I'm sick of this bed. Can I get up today?"

Erik looked at her head carefully, it was almost fully healed. Yesterday, he had taken the stitches out, as Poppy gritted her teeth. "Yes. I was going to let you start walking. If you stay in bed for too long it will be harder for your leg muscles to work properly. But we will take it slow," He warned.

"Yes, oh docteur, " Poppy said sarcastically.

Erik smiled, glad to have her fully aware. "Glad to see that your wicked mouth is still working."

Poppy just grinned cheekily. "Can I get up now?"

"Just a minute." Erik walked to the side of the bed and took both her hands. "Now, you can, but go slowly."

Poppy nodded, and pulled her self out of bed, using Erik's hands for support. She slowly stood on shaking legs. Almost at once, she collapsed, Erik caching her. He steadied her back on her feet. After she caught her breath, she began to try towalk, Erik holding her shoulders. After a few shaky rounds of walking around the room, he guided her back to the bed.

As she set back down, she brushed her hand across Erik's left cheek. She hadn't told him about her visions, and wasn't sure she should or shouldn't. "Erik. I want to apologize."

"For what?" Erik opened his eyes, as he had closed them as she touched his cheek.

"For being such a bother. For causing you to worry."

He gathered her in his arms, "You haven't been a bother. It wasn't your fault. Things like that happen."

Poppy nodded, "I have something to tell you." He needed to know. At what had happened, and the choice she made.

"Go ahead." He urged gently.

"I had indeed fell. When I was coming down to the lair I-" Poppy was interrupted when Mme. Giry walked into the room.

"Erik. I hate to intrude, but they are having problems up in the Opera house that can't be ignored. You will have to see to them this time."

Erik swore quietly, but he can't fault them truly.

Poppy's eyes widened, "You haven't been up there at all?"

"Non. I was too worried about you. You are to important to me then the Opera Populaire."

"Life goes on. Now that I'm better, you can go do you job." Then stroking his ego, "You do know that the Opera Populaire can't truly function without your greatness." She tried to hold back an smirk.

"You are being sarcastic."

"Oh no! I'm being truthful. Now go! I have Ayesha to keep me company." Poppy gestured to the sleeping cat at the end of the bed. "I tell you what I was going to tell you later tonight. Go on. Take care of them."

Erik sighed and stood, "I'll go, but you are to stay in this bed."

"I will. I am tried anyway."

Erik leaned in and gave her a small kiss. He then shot a glace at Mme. Giry and walked up the tunnel to the Opera house.

Poppy is back to her normal self! Yes, she is going to tell Erik what she saw. She has a feeling that she should. I'll have another chapter up maybe tomorrow or the next.