A/N: I know I know, I didn't punish Raoul enough (actually hardly at all) last time, but don't worry; its coming! So the more reviews the quicker I'll update!

Erik sat with Christine all through the night. He had given her all of her medicine (all that she needed at the time) and made sure she was comfortable the best he could. He had given her extra blankets, because she had been very pale. Erik sighed and often held his head in his hands in anxiety. How much longer would Christine be like this?

Finally, two days later, he was able to drag himself away from the bedside. He had lost all hope. Christine showed no signs of surviving at all. She hadn't even changed her position in the bed. Even the extra covers hadn't kept her from being pale. Erik was ready to kill himself as soon as Christine died. But before that, he wanted to make sure her killer would become the killed. He strolled through the lair searching impatiently for his lasso or dagger. He thought either one would do. Preferably he wanted to hang the boy, just so he could see him squirm in pain. The satisfaction that would bring would be unending. Erik smirked to himself as he continued shuffling through chests and drawers. Then it hit him. Raoul had cut through his lassos when he had escaped. Erik smashed his hand onto the table beside him. He felt like cursing but controlled himself knowing he could still stab the boy.

"Erik?" a sweet, gentle voice called. Erik jerked his head over. Could it be Christine? He instantly jumped to his feet and rushed towards her bedside. Christine was pale, very pale, but her eyes were open and dim. "Erik?" she repeated. Erik felt himself sigh in relief and sat in the chair. "I'm here Christine." He murmured softly as he could. Christine's face softened a bit and she seemed to relax. Erik suddenly remembered that Christine needed her medicine for the day. He took out the three containers and poured one of each pill onto his cupped hand. He glanced at Christine. "Angel, these are for you. You need to take them to stay healthy." Erik felt like he was talking to a three year old. He silently punched himself in his head for comparing Christine to a three year old. She was only weak. Christine nodded her head and Erik dropped the three pills into her mouth. He gave her a glass of water to wash them down.

"Christine, do you remember what happened?" Erik asked without thinking. Again he mentally punched himself for bringing on the subject at a time like so. Christine was quiet for a few minutes before she said, "Yes. But please, let's not talk about it." Erik nodded and looked down at the floor. He wondered what he should do next, if he should continue with killing Raoul.

He heard the water splashing around in his lake. He touched Christine's hand gently before getting up to go and see who it was.

He walked to the lake and watched Madame Giry, and two people behind her, approach. Erik tried to see who was behind her. Meg and the fop. He grimaced when Raoul met his gaze just as coldly. Madame Giry uncomfortably began talking to him in a low tone.

"Erik, dear, my daughter wanted to see Christine. Unfortunately I couldn't convince Raoul to stay behind. How is Christine anyways?" Erik was surprised at the nervousness in her voice. "I understand Antoinette. Actually Christine only gained consciousness a few minutes ago." Mme Giry nodded and beckoned for Meg and Raoul to follow her. Erik wanted to strangle the boy that very instance just for having the nerve to show up around his lair.

Meg ran to Christine's side in relief. "Oh Christine, you're alright! I was so scared you weren't going to make it!" Meg smiled happily as Raoul kept his distance. Why? She wondered. She shrugged the thought away as Christine smiled back at her, weakly. "Meg, it's nice to see you. I haven't been feeling too well lately." Meg nodded in understanding, though she didn't understand, and placed her hand on Christine's. After a little while Meg decided to let Raoul have his time with Christine. She was so oblivious to what he had done.

Christine turned her face away as Raoul sat beside her. If she had the strength she would probably be slapping him repeatedly. She noticed Erik's shadow at the doorway. Inside, she smiled. She could always depend on him to help her.

"I'm glad you're okay." She heard Raoul mutter. She had decided not to speak to him. How could she? Raoul shook his arrogant little head. "Please talk to me." Christine said nothing. He didn't deserve to be talked to, nope. She held her ground by yawning rudely. Raoul lowered his head, got up, passed Erik with a glare, and disappeared.

Erik then took his place beside Christine. Automatically Christine turned her head to face him with a smile. Though it was weak, it made Erik so happy. Erik held Christine's hand in his and smiled back. Now all he had on his mind was how to eliminate the fop. He knew now that Christine would definitely like to see him go. Why had he ever doubted that? He wasn't sure. He sighed as Christine fell asleep. He would do the dirty work later, now he just wanted to be happy Christine was alive.