A/N- I don't have much to say, just that: I hope you like this chapter!

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I could feel aches all over me, and I didn't want to wake, afraid that I would be only be where I started before I passed out.

"Mama, will she be alright?" I heard a girl whisper in French. 'French!' I thought confusedly, wondering why the heck I could understand it.

"She will eventually recover, the poor girl." I could hear another woman say.

'Wait a second…' my groggy mind realized who the voices were. 'Meg and Madame Giry!' If my ribs didn't hurt so much when I breathed, I would have yelled in shock.

"Mama, where did you find her?" Meg asked, and I could feel her eyes leave me.

"I found her in an alleyway, and she was in a much worse state that this I can tell you." Mme Giry said, now sitting on the end of the bed I was lying on. "I'm so thankful it was I who found her instead of some common trash off the street." She said, sighing, and I knew exactly what she meant. I could have been raped if I was found by some disgusting and sick man. I silently thanked God I was found by Mme Giry when I was.

I heard footsteps from outside the room, and my heard pumped faster, but calmed down when I heard another familiar voice ask "When she gets better will she stay with us?"

"I would hope so, Christine, if where ever she came from treated her this bad." Mme Giry relied.

I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to see if this was all just my imagination, but when I could see, it was true. I was in the ballet dormitories, and was really there with Meg, Christine and Mme Giry!

Mme Giry saw my eyes open, and smiled at me.

"How are you feeling Ma'mselle?" she asked, sounding concerned.

My vocal chords felt as if they hadn't been used in a million years. "Awful, Madame." I said hoarsely. I was shocked; I was speaking French as well? I haven't studied; I only knew around 15 words!

"From the way you look I wouldn't be surprised." Christine said, speaking up from behind Meg.

"Mlle, can you tell us your name?" Meg asked, curiously.

The cogs in my mind were turning, and I franticly tried to remember my name. Katey! Katey Douglas! 'Wait... I'm supposed to be from here in France! THINK!' I thought desperately.

"Fleur Delacour" I croaked, thinking of Fleur from 'Harry Potter'.

"Meg, get Mlle Delacour some water, she can barely speak." Mme Giry said, turning to face Meg. "Yes mama…" and she dashed off to, wherever.

"You just lie there and rest. You've been through enough. And if you don't mind me prying, I'd like to know how all this happened.

I bit my lip, but only to taste a bit of dried blood, and then fresh.

"Mme," I said quietly. "May I see a mirror?" I was afraid of what I might see, but I had seen the 'real ER back in 2006. I could handle a few cuts and bruises."

Mme Giry pursed her lips, but obliged. "Christine, fetch a mirror for Mlle Delacour."

Christine hurried over to a makeup table and rummaged through the drawers to find a small mirror.

She came back over moments later with a small pocket mirror, and handed it to Mme Giry, who put it above my face.

I gasped aloud. I had more that a few cuts and bruises. My eyes were practically swollen shut, my lips were puffy from cuts, my cheeks had big black and blue marks on them and my nose looked as if it had been broken and reset. The little unmarred flesh around my eyes was red and puffy from tears.

I shut my eyes tightly to block the image out of my mind, but it came back, my horrid face that had been beaten into that state. I could now truly sympathize with Erik, who had to deal with this every day of his life, instead of just a few weeks. But on the other hand, it was only a part of his face messed up. Mine was the whole shebang.

"It will be better in a few days Mlle, I promise." Christine said comfortingly.

Meg entered the room with a pitcher of water and a cup, and set them down on the bedstead beside me before pouring me a little water. She then handed the glass to Mme Giry, who lifted my head up off the pillow and tilted the cup to my mouth.

Never had water tasted that good. My throat was immediately soothed and I could feel my vocal chords coming back to life. I gave a little sigh and sank back on my pillow, and fell into a troubled sleep.

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Is it a dream? Or has Katey, or Fleur as she is now, gone mad? I suppose we shall soon see! Dun dun dun… as always, please review!