Disclaimer: Well, I don't need one really, all the typo's and weird
sentences are ALL MINE! /The Swedish Phan Maria Fredriksson.
~ Chapter eight ~
My God what had happened? They had just started having breakfast and then Erik had just fallen down lifeless on the floor! Christine rushed to Erik's side, and noticed how his breathing was irregular, and how his right arm was stiff as if he had cramp. She screamed his name, not knowing what had happened or how to act, she finally decided, (after checking his pulse and breath both one and two times to make sure he wasn't dead) to try to get him to bed. He couldn't lie on the floor!
She half-carried, half-dragged Erik's body into her own room, since she didn't want to put him in a coffin. She didn't like his room anyway, so even though her own was a bit further to get to, she heaved Erik's surprisingly light body on her own mattress.
He started to moan of pain as she did so, and she hoped that he would wake up, since the whole situation scared her more than ever. She couldn't bring a doctor down here. Erik didn't allow anyone down here! "Oh, please God let him wake up!" She decided to try to get his attention.
"Erik! Erik? Erik, please, wake up Erik, Erik I need you! You can't leave me like this. Do you hear me? You have to wake up Erik! Erik?"
She saw him make another grimace and heard him moan again, so she took his arm that was still in a stiff position and started to try and massage it to make the cramp loose its grip.
Finally he opened his eyes, and she could tell by the expression in them that he was trying to say something.
"Hush Erik! You have to breathe! Just. whatever you want to tell me, just." She felt so helpless.
Quickly she said: "Do it later."
He tiredly nodded his head before he fell back against the pillows again; the cramp in his arm seemed to give in, and Christine saw how his fingers slowly started to relax again.
His breath started to become more and more regular now, and after what seemed like an eternity, he had fallen asleep.
Christine slowly rose from her position on the floor next to the bed, and left the room.
Back in the kitchen everything was a mess. Milk was spilled out on the floor and the jug was in pieces scattered all over the room. It had all happened so quickly. In a daze she slowly picked up the pieces of china, dried up the spilled milk with a cloth and put away the food still on the table. Then she sat down on her kitchen-chair again, but quickly rose again as she felt restless and didn't want to be in the room where everything had happened, so she went to her room, feeling worried over Erik.
Quietly she opened the door, and went in on toe to get her Bible, she then sat down in an armchair that was positioned in the corner of the room. But when she had opened the holy book, in which she always used to read every morning and night, she couldn't read it.
The fear she had felt when Erik had collapsed in front of her very eyes, a fear even bigger than the one she had felt for his rage once. And all the hopelessness and helplessness she had felt made tears start falling down her face. And before she knew it she was crying silently out of relief over the fact that Erik was still alive.
He was only sleeping.
She wanted to have answers, she wanted to know what had happened just now and she cursed herself for not knowing anything about medicine. If he could only wake up and clear things up for her!
But he was still asleep. And he probably needed his sleep, whatever had struck his body, it now needed time to recover from it. She knew that much.
When the tears had ran out she was glad that Erik hadn't seen her cry. He would probably just misunderstand them anyway. She took a deep breath and finally started reading, glad to have all her feelings under control again.
When Erik woke up he felt better again. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. Christine had fallen asleep in a chair in the corner. He slowly rose, making sure that all the pain was gone and then took away the book Christine had been reading, a gift from her father and one of her most valuable possessions. He then gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed where he had just been. He tried not to wake her. There was no need to, since he was just fine now. But she almost woke up in his arms, so he started singing to her. Singing her to sleep, just like he had done another time. And it worked. No words were necessary when you had music as your guide to dreamland.
After Erik had made sure that Christine was asleep in her own bed, he went to his room and sat down at the organ. He stroke the keys and started humming along to the sound the organ made when he pressed the keys down. After a while the music held him prisoner and he composed again. Not a Don Juan Triumphant, but something even more strange. And he enjoyed it!
Christine woke by the sound of Erik's organ. He was playing it again. She wasn't really surprised, he would always play and sing. She went out to the drawing room to look for something to do and then suddenly her eyes fell down to the little bag of life and death. Curiosity overtook her and she felt a need to take a look inside it. Erik recovered it the last time she had it.
Erik heard something outside his door, and understood that Christine was awake again. He cursed himself for waking her up, and got up to speak to her.
Christine hadn't even noticed that the organ had stopped playing, she was slowly walking towards the bag of life and death, and she hadn't seen it lying there on the shelf before. Her hands shook as she took it up and she felt that it had something inside, she untied the knot and didn't hear the man standing behind her, watching her every move with eyes that glowing out of rage.
~ Chapter eight ~
My God what had happened? They had just started having breakfast and then Erik had just fallen down lifeless on the floor! Christine rushed to Erik's side, and noticed how his breathing was irregular, and how his right arm was stiff as if he had cramp. She screamed his name, not knowing what had happened or how to act, she finally decided, (after checking his pulse and breath both one and two times to make sure he wasn't dead) to try to get him to bed. He couldn't lie on the floor!
She half-carried, half-dragged Erik's body into her own room, since she didn't want to put him in a coffin. She didn't like his room anyway, so even though her own was a bit further to get to, she heaved Erik's surprisingly light body on her own mattress.
He started to moan of pain as she did so, and she hoped that he would wake up, since the whole situation scared her more than ever. She couldn't bring a doctor down here. Erik didn't allow anyone down here! "Oh, please God let him wake up!" She decided to try to get his attention.
"Erik! Erik? Erik, please, wake up Erik, Erik I need you! You can't leave me like this. Do you hear me? You have to wake up Erik! Erik?"
She saw him make another grimace and heard him moan again, so she took his arm that was still in a stiff position and started to try and massage it to make the cramp loose its grip.
Finally he opened his eyes, and she could tell by the expression in them that he was trying to say something.
"Hush Erik! You have to breathe! Just. whatever you want to tell me, just." She felt so helpless.
Quickly she said: "Do it later."
He tiredly nodded his head before he fell back against the pillows again; the cramp in his arm seemed to give in, and Christine saw how his fingers slowly started to relax again.
His breath started to become more and more regular now, and after what seemed like an eternity, he had fallen asleep.
Christine slowly rose from her position on the floor next to the bed, and left the room.
Back in the kitchen everything was a mess. Milk was spilled out on the floor and the jug was in pieces scattered all over the room. It had all happened so quickly. In a daze she slowly picked up the pieces of china, dried up the spilled milk with a cloth and put away the food still on the table. Then she sat down on her kitchen-chair again, but quickly rose again as she felt restless and didn't want to be in the room where everything had happened, so she went to her room, feeling worried over Erik.
Quietly she opened the door, and went in on toe to get her Bible, she then sat down in an armchair that was positioned in the corner of the room. But when she had opened the holy book, in which she always used to read every morning and night, she couldn't read it.
The fear she had felt when Erik had collapsed in front of her very eyes, a fear even bigger than the one she had felt for his rage once. And all the hopelessness and helplessness she had felt made tears start falling down her face. And before she knew it she was crying silently out of relief over the fact that Erik was still alive.
He was only sleeping.
She wanted to have answers, she wanted to know what had happened just now and she cursed herself for not knowing anything about medicine. If he could only wake up and clear things up for her!
But he was still asleep. And he probably needed his sleep, whatever had struck his body, it now needed time to recover from it. She knew that much.
When the tears had ran out she was glad that Erik hadn't seen her cry. He would probably just misunderstand them anyway. She took a deep breath and finally started reading, glad to have all her feelings under control again.
When Erik woke up he felt better again. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. Christine had fallen asleep in a chair in the corner. He slowly rose, making sure that all the pain was gone and then took away the book Christine had been reading, a gift from her father and one of her most valuable possessions. He then gently lifted her up and placed her on the bed where he had just been. He tried not to wake her. There was no need to, since he was just fine now. But she almost woke up in his arms, so he started singing to her. Singing her to sleep, just like he had done another time. And it worked. No words were necessary when you had music as your guide to dreamland.
After Erik had made sure that Christine was asleep in her own bed, he went to his room and sat down at the organ. He stroke the keys and started humming along to the sound the organ made when he pressed the keys down. After a while the music held him prisoner and he composed again. Not a Don Juan Triumphant, but something even more strange. And he enjoyed it!
Christine woke by the sound of Erik's organ. He was playing it again. She wasn't really surprised, he would always play and sing. She went out to the drawing room to look for something to do and then suddenly her eyes fell down to the little bag of life and death. Curiosity overtook her and she felt a need to take a look inside it. Erik recovered it the last time she had it.
Erik heard something outside his door, and understood that Christine was awake again. He cursed himself for waking her up, and got up to speak to her.
Christine hadn't even noticed that the organ had stopped playing, she was slowly walking towards the bag of life and death, and she hadn't seen it lying there on the shelf before. Her hands shook as she took it up and she felt that it had something inside, she untied the knot and didn't hear the man standing behind her, watching her every move with eyes that glowing out of rage.