Chapter 12
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Faye POV
We come to our next stop at the inn. And I feel very lightheaded and I couldn't regain balance.
"Erik, I need to sit down." I said quietly, trying to balance myself with my arms. As we exit the carriage.
"What? What is going on Faye? You know what a hurry we are in!" Erik said.
"Sorry I just-" I take gulps of air, it was hard to breath. So hard, it hurt so much.
"You just what?" he asked.
"I feel pain Erik." Wow, state the obvious why don't I?
"What?" he questioned me.
"Erik, I feel sick. I never felt like this before. In my lungs, they feel as if they are going to explode, like they are tightening..."
"I'll go get someone-"
"Erik-"
My world went obscure. What happened after? Hell, if I know.
Erik POV
"How bad is she, doctor?" I inquired.
"Pneumonia has gotten worse, I'm afraid. I never saw this happen to a woman quite this young. I think she'll be fine, but she needs rest and a lot of water. And no singing for her for a while. She is also dehydrated we don't want to irritate the throat." He seemed unconcerned like this wasn't life-threatening, so that was a good sign right?
"When she wakes up, have her drink this." The doctor said as he handed me a glass of, what looked like water.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Some medicine, it will sooth the pain in her chest and have her fall into a deep sleep to recover. "he replied plainly.
"Looks like water." I said stating the obvious.
"Yes, it is essential she thinks its water you understand, because some patients don't want to take their medicine, and planning ahead and giving her the "water" first. She won't know the difference." He answered.
She began to open her eyes, but her breaths quickened. I had to stay calm, to relax her. I couldn't let her worry.
"Here drink some water Faye."
She did without any resistance.
"How are you feeling?" I ask impatiently.
She laughs. "Well not spectacular, I'll tell you that. I still don't feel too good. Erik?"
"Yes?" I ask.
"I'm really tired. Even though I just woke up."
"Well then you should go to sleep."
"But I can't go to sleep. I'm not tired. "
"Well, can I help in anyway?"
"Well, Dior used to sing to me."
"I will if you don't mind a really bad singer!" I said. But I haven't sung to someone in so long, the last of course was to my dear Christine. I didn't want to bring her up now, because Faye was important right now and she needed to get some more sleep.
"Sure! But I'm sure you're great!" She smiled at me.
I took a deep breath and began…
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
When your heart's heavy
I...I will lift it for you
Don't give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I...I will break it for you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
Don't give up
It's just the hurt that you hide
When you're lost inside
I...I will be there to find you
Don't give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I...I will shine to guide you
Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don't give up
Because you are loved
You are loved
Don't give up
It's just the weight of the world
Don't give up
Everyone needs to be heard
You are loved
She was sound asleep.
I hope you find a nice man to take care of you, Faye. I cannot be that one though, because Christine will always be my one true love. I said to myself.
I began to sing again…But somehow I can see
Just exactly how I'd be-
If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longing to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know how I loved you
If I loved you.
She looks so sweet when she sleeps. Even if she's tossing and turning in bed and moaning. I could tell something was bothering her. I wanted to help her. But how?
I went into her bed. She stirred but was still in a deep sleep. I put my arms around her. She seemed to notice or maybe it was just me. She snuggled closer to me. How I always wanted to feel a woman in my arms. Her warmth was seeping into my very bones. I could've been content right there for the entire night except she moved her head onto my chest. Her head was where my heart is. She seemed to have a smile on her face. I began to stroke her soft silky skin. She was so soft. I couldn't help myself; I hugged her body as close as humanly possible. It was utter bliss and I kissed her forehead. I kissed her! And she didn't push me away! Yeah she was in a drugged sleep but who cared? She sighed. I wanted to take off my mask for some reason. I never wanted to do that before. Well she's asleep, she'll never know anyway. Once I took it off I felt free. I saw her face and she didn't run away or cower on fear. Which made me love her even more. Love her? What am I thinking? I couldn't love her. I loved Christine. No it wasn't love, it was compassion for her. Yes and pity, that's what it was. But yet Faye seemed to be nice young girl. She was caring, nice, funny but lonely. Her family abandoned her when she was a child, then the only person who cared about her died and she never had a true friend that I knew about. She never put herself first, always others. But yet she didn't really have anyone close to her. I noticed at that moment that even though she always smiled even though she was sad. I stared at her face for the longest time; I noticed that she was crying. He eyes were closed but her eyes were tearing up. I couldn't stand her crying, but something caught my eye. The largeness of her nightgown had gotten the best of me. I reached into the top of the nightgown and grabbed something in between her breasts.
When I grabbed the unknown object and took it out of her nightgown. Once I saw it I jumped and let go of it. It was a knife. Why was she keeping a knife? I decided I wasn't going to leave her alone again. At least until I find out why.
Why was she carrying a knife? I thought. I took the knife and hid it in my pocket. Hopefully she wouldn't notice…. she probably wouldn't…because it takes at least a week to recover from pneumonia. It would give me time to think how to confront her on this matter…
You are Loved (Don't Give Up): By the AMAZING Josh Groban
If I Loved You: From the Musical "Carousel" But listen to Michael Crawford sing it, I thought it was just beautiful. PLEASE REVIEW!