A/N: In this chapter I am going to speed things up a little bit. I am not going to go into detail of Meg taking care of Erik. I hope you still like. Oh yah Mrs. Gerard Butler Erik isn't going to be all acting like a baby; I did this chapter just for you! Warning: It is really short!

Meg had tried to ignore what Erik had said about Christine. She tried to ignore the despair and love at the same time in his voice when he spoke of Christine, but it was no use. She tried to tell herself that Erik loved her, but her mind told her that he truly loved Christine and that he only had pity for Meg. If this was the case after she finished taking care of Erik she would return to her mother and spend the rest of her days trying to forget Erik once and for all.

Meg spent hours trying to clean the deep wound in his stomach. He had lost a lot more blood than Meg had thought. He had cut himself all over the place luckily not hitting the veins. Meg had slowly taken the dagger out of his stomach. Erik screamed a bloody scream before falling back into unconsciousness. She then took off his shirt and began cleaning the wounds with water and towels that she had found nearby. She thanked God for her luck in finding the materials and continued cleaning up the rest of the wounds before bandaging them. Meg stayed by his side the entire night holding his hand and singing him sweet little melodies.

A few days past and Erik was still unconsciousness Meg began to worry. She had hoped that he would have woken up sooner, but hadn't done so. Meg hadn't slept for days not daring to close her eyes in case Erik would wake up. Finally her body couldn't take it any longer; Meg fell into a deep slumber. Hours later Erik woke up to find his little ballerina sleeping in a little chair next to his bed, her head laying on the bed and her small little hand on his large one.

Erik tried to sit up, but pain shot through his entire body. He screamed a horrible scream that woke Meg up instantly. His hand went straight towards his stomach where the pain was unbearable. "Help me, Meg…please." Without a word Meg helped him lay back down into a comfortable position on the bed. "Thank you Meg." He whispered. Meg nodded and began to stroke his hair while singing him to sleep like a mother would do for a sick child.

Weeks past as Erik began to slowly heal. Meg had stayed by his side like a loyal servant. Erik soon regain enough strength to start walking again, but would always need Meg close by to help him. He began to grow irritated as he began to realize that he always needed Meg whether it was cooking his food for him or helping him get into bed. One night as Meg was helping him walk to the bed he finally could take it. He began to shout a Meg, "Damn you Meg for letting me live!"

Meg gave him a disgusted look before replying coolly at him, "How dare you say such things? I can't believe you. I have saved your life and crap is what I get in return? I could have let you die or let the mob find you, but instead I did my best to keep you alive."

"Why should I live when everything that I once love is gone? Christine is gone, my home is gone! Everything that I ever loved is gone!" He bellowed. Before he knew it Meg slapped Erik hard across the face.

"Tell me Erik was I some thing to use for comfort? Was I some thing to help you try to forget about Christine when she left you for the Vicomte?" Erik grabbed Meg's tiny wrist and pinned her against the wall.

"Never talk about her again!" He shouted in her ear. Tears began to stream down her face.

"I can't believe you Erik. I thought that I," Meg had to catch her breath before continuing. "I thought that I was beginning to love you." She whispered.

Erik couldn't take it seeing his angel like this. He had never known what it was like to be love. He was too afraid that if he loved her he would be betraying Christine. He knew the only solution. He turned her away. "Get out of my home now!" More tears began to stream down Meg's face. "I said, GET OUT!" He screamed slapping her across the face. Meg looked at him stunned. Her heart was torn into pieces.

"I hate you! I hate you and I never want to see your face again!" Meg began to sob uncontrollably and ran through the tunnel back to the lair. Meg ran as fast as she could across the lake and out of the Opera Populaire. She stopped in the middle of the street and fell to her knees crying. People crowded around her asking her if she was alright while in the shadows Erik watched helplessly.