one week later

I looked at Christine, who still had not woken up. Her breathing was heavy and she was badly injured, 3 broken ribs, and a dislocated shoulder. The doctor had come and checked her over, then fixed her up in a few casts and gave her something that would make her sleep. She often tossed and turned in her sleep, as if she was dreaming something terrible.

Christine's POV-In her nightmares
I was lying on the dark ground, weak and beaten. no matter how hard Erik tried to rescue me, Raoul just kept me. I was beaten so badly that I was unconsious most of the time, but when I was consious, he would rape me. No matter how hard I tried to get away, he would alway get what he wanted out of me. This had been going on for so long, that when he raped me for the god knows what time, I screamed. Then my eyes opened to a whole new scene. Jaclyn and Naiomi were standing over me, and Naiomi was stroking Jaclyn's hair, becuse she was weeping. I tried to say, "Jaclyn, what is wrong?" but all I could muster was a groan filled with agony. Naiomi looked at me and turned Jaclyn around. Her face broke into a smile and she said,
"Christine! I thought you would never wake up! Erik! she is awake! She's alive!"
Erik rushed in and looked into my eyes and wept. His tears were of joy. I wondered how long I had been asleep. Naiomi tearfully told me that I had slept for a week, after the viscomte had beaten the shit out of me. They were afraid that I might had died. I was crying, and Erik stroked my hair in such a soothing manner that the tears stopped flowing. I was so happy that the man I loved and two of my best friends were surrounding me. But there was someone missing.

Jaclyn's POV
There was a knock on the door. I knew that it might have been dangerous, so I took the dustpan and Erik and I walked downstairs after locking Naiomi in with Christine so no matter who was at the door, they could not get to Christine. Erik opened the door and there stood the ballet dancer that Madame Giry had take over the class and Madame Giry herself. They stood on the porch and stared at Erik as he quickly let them in. The girl looked at me, holding the dustpain frightend, but I lowered it and smiled. Erik led them upstairs and I followed, knowing that he knew Madame Giry and trusted her. I guessed the girl was her daughter. They walked into Christine's room and the girl gave a cry and ran to Christine. Christine groaned one word.
"Meg..."
I knew that Christine must know her. The blonde gave her a hug and held her. Madame Giry conversed with Erik about the injuries, and I went over to the pair and joined the hug, putting one arm around Christine and the other around Meg. Then Naiomi joined in too, and all four of us girls showed the affection for one another that was usually shown in sisters. But we were not sisters. Just the best of friends.