Author note: Sorry for the wait, things have been hectic, with Tennis practice and school coming up and. . blah you know those things.

Well, I am liking the hits I am getting with this story so I will continue it.

My thanks once more to PrimaDonnaKate who continues to support this story through her reviews thank you once again, and sorry Raoul can't die that easily. Note that for some reason or another the divider is not working for me so, exscuse that in this chapter. Thank-you to all.

TheDragonEye

Impatience is a virtue in some eyes

Erik and Christine

"NO! FOR THE LAST TIME NO!"

"Erik please? . . Hey now stop that! Erik, get . . back. . .in . . .bed!"

"What are you my mother?"

"Don't you dare give me that, Erik Destler!"

"Oh now I am offended."

"Shut up and lie down. I have things to take care of."

"If you so much as think to touch my morphine, I'll . . ."

"You'll do what Erik?"

"Shut up, Christine."

It had been like that for a little over four hours, after Erik had recovered some strength to eat on his own and such. Quite frankly, Christine preferred him weak, and him needing her all the time. She was disappointed about that and it did not take long for her to figure out how he had recovered strength so quickly. She had found him picking through a few drawers when she had been making dinner one day. Erik still had refused to eat more than a few bites everyday, and Christine was sure to change that.

She had seen him inject himself with the morphine on several accounts and it was not until this morning did Erik catch her spying on him while he did so. That was when the arguing had broke out. Erik of course refusing to listen to her when she ordered him back to bed.

"I have been in that damn bed for how many days? I am gracious but you need to get off my back. HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" He growled as she began to walk away from him. That was wearing his patience thin.

Christine turned back to look at him, "I am telling you to stop with the morphine or else I will dump all of it into the lake!" she replied sharply, crossing the distance between the two of them in a few strides easily until she was nearly nose to nose with the man. That was hard seeing how Erik was taller than her, and he was stronger then she would have thought possible. Clearly the medicine had adopted into his system and in a few days his fever had broke, leaving Erik only to recover with his physical wounds.

Christine had constantly had to remind herself that hatred and jealousy were forms of endearment, which was what she turned all this about into. Her hand was lain gently on his chest and she looked down at her in surprise.

"I only want what is best for you." she whispered quietly, and smirked when Erik's shoulders drooped. "Now lay down before I chain you to the bed." he spoke, pushing him backwards on to the bed.

"Cheater." Erik grumbled as he propped himself up on his elbows, looking up at the woman in front of him. Like it or not he would have to behave, seeing how Christine constantly brought up the fact that he would have died slowly and painfully to the fever had it not been her to find him down here. Even his usual reply that he would have taken care of himself if she hadn't left never seemed to make her fall quiet and she always came back with a hard fire of retorts to that statement.

"Now you are just acting childish, Erik." she rolled her eyes as she turned and headed for the kitchen to get him something to eat.

When she returned it was no surprise to find him walking about. He was still stiff legged and there was no way to hide every wince in his eyes when he took a step. She let out a heavy sigh and he turned, realizing he had been caught.

"You better not have-" she cut off then he threw a book at her, of course he had missed intentionally but that only made her all the more mad as she listened to it fall to the floor with a dull 'thud' somewhere behind herself.

"No, I bloody did not take a needle of morphine, happy?" he demanded and knew his attitude was part of the fact he had not had much morphine in his veins when he had been sick. Now that he was actually fully conscious, he was only all the more upset that he could not get at his morphine without being caught even if there was so much of it hidden about his home. He rubbed at his arm, a sore and shooting pain had come since he had thrown the book. It had been a little more than a toss but it had been enough to affect him in that manner.

"Sit. Now!" she barked, going away from her asking to telling him, she loved him in each and every way, more than he would ever know. But he was so bull-headed and would risk even his remaining health to keep his pride up. She watched as he complied, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed as she brought the food to him. She set it on his lap and he looked up at her angrily though he did not say anything. She shook her head at how much he reminded her of a child who did not get his way, and she blamed it on the fact that he had not had a childhood to begin with.

"Eat, it's not poisoned." she spoke and remained standing over him even as he did not comply. "Erik, I thought you did not like me feeding you." she spoke, her tone growing softer.

"I don't." he mumbled, it always made him feel like a baby who could not feed themselves. He took a small bite of the crusty bread on the side of the tray, before he stuck it into the stew she had made for him. He then took a bite of the soggy bread before he set the bread back down, "I'm full." he stated, and looked back up at her, nearly wincing as he saw her look. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence hoping she will let it pass.

"No. You are not full. I let you skive off breakfast, now eat before I really do bind you to the bed and hand feed you myself!" she replied.

Erik quirked an eyebrow at her, "I am sure, Christine." knowing it to be an empty threat.

Two hours later

"Christine. . . ." Erik whined, "Please, these bonds are hurting me. And lunch was finished nearly an hour and fifteen minutes ago!" he struggled at the rope once more, which bound him upright against the bed and to it.

"So much for me not following through with this. Next time listen to me." she replied, obviously an smirk of amusement on her face, she didn't bother to conceal it. She looked about for a clock, "I think I will leave you like that until dinner." she stated, nodding her head at her own words. She turned back to find Erik's face twisted in indescribable emotions, and she felt a shiver of fear run up her spine. She had been pushing him and she knew she had over stepped the boundary line instead of just toeing it.

She took an involuntary step backwards as Erik only began to struggle harder. "Damnit Christine! I have kept my patience for this long and now it is gone. Why the hell did you care if I lived? You say you love me but what kind of lover ties up the man she loves and taunts him like this? I have lived through enough of torture and imprisonment in my life and I don't need it from you. I hate you! Why don't you go back to Raoul! You so eagerly agreed to his plan. Yes I heard all of that, you are a fluke. You hate me and want me dead for money! I was so easily fallen into your trap and now you will never let me go while I am bound like this!" his voice nearly screaming.

When he was done his breathing had become all the more heavy and his head collapsed forward against his bound chest where his arms were pinned.

Christine had managed to keep her face straight through all of this, his seemingly never ending onslaught of words and accusations. Finally when he had nearly collapsed on himself in exhaustion she replied. Erik didn't even look up as his blood ran cold.

"You are right, Erik."

Ending note:

Yes, I know this one is a shorter chapter, but I hope you all enjoyed it all the same.

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Until the next chapter. . .

TheDragonEye