A/N: I think this is my first semi-morbid Phantom story. I thought I might as well try it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Gaston Leroux owns "The Phantom of the Opera".
Christine was jerked awake by a sudden pain in her left leg. A small cry escaped her lips, as she fumbled in the dark room for the porcelain lamp that usually sat on her bedside table. Before she could reach it, however, the door to her room opened, exposing some of the candle light from the sitting room. She blinked a few times as she tried to adjust her eyes to the weak lighting.
"Are you alright, dear?"
She leaned back against her pillows, finally finding the lamp. She turned it up, letting it's light shine about the room. "I'm fine, Erik. I just moved my leg," she answered, watching as he stopped beside her. She turned the large blanket over, exposing a wrapped up leg. She winced, trying to move it over a bit. Another tendril of pain welled up inside of her at the movement. She quickly covered the limb with the blanket once more. He shook his head, smiling lightly.
"Can't you remember not to move it?" he asked, his voice gentle.
She frowned, sinking down a bit under the blankets. "It isn't like me," she said, quietly. "That is why I can never remember." She hesitated.
"I can't even recall most of it. I am usually quite focused in rehearsals. Doesn't it seem odd that I fell, Erik?"
Erik's answer was quick, as if practiced before. He subtly left out an answer to her last question.
"The pain of breaking a bone is enough to cloud your senses. You were most likely in shock after the ordeal."
He turned down the lamp, hesitating by her hand. "Good night, Christine. Try not to move again." He dusted his fingers gently over her hand, evoking no negative response from her. He smiled slightly in the dark room, leaving the door to her room open slightly.
She was starting to slowly warm to him. He wouldn't have even dared trying to touch her, even her hand, a week ago. Now that her leg was broken, she would have to stay in his home even longer. More time for her to fall in love with him. He glanced back at her door, smirking.
If that wasn't enough time, there was always her other leg.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review.