Christine felt very dizzy. All she could see was bright-white blur, and she could hear three people talking.
She heard an older woman say, "Is zhe zoing oo be alright, Dohter?"
She heard a middle-aged man say, "The worst is over, but we still need to keep a close eye on her for the next day or so."
She next heard a familiar man's voice say, "That's good. She was closer to bleeding to death than she would like to know."
The woman said, "Yes, it vill take veeks to clean zat up."
Christine opened her eyes, "Where am I? I feel sick..."
The middle-aged man, a surgeon, said, "That's normal, you still have a dangerously low amount of blood in you. It should go away by the day after tomorrow."
The woman, Madame Giry, said, "I am jhust thankful zhe's alright. No one, not even a murderer, zhoud have to go through vat happened to you last night."
Christine, still dazed, managed to get out, "Oh, it's all coming back now... the preparations, Meg, a masked stranger, the dance, the secret room... and the underside of this place... and Erik, a- and Raoul, and, and Raoul was so angry that... that..."
The familiar voice, Erik, said, "Oh! I forgot about Raoul! Oh well, he deserves it. How long should I keep him there?"
Madame Giry said, "Note much longer, ve don't want oo kill-eh him."
The surgeon chimed in, "Let's the four of us go to get him-- it'll definitely jog memories for Christine."
Erik looked at Christine. "Christine, are you feeling any better?"
Christine sat up. "A little. Oh, now I'm feeling sick again..."
"There's a solution for that!" Erik said as he lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"This isn't making me feel any better."
"Yes, but it'll get us there."
The four started their journey along with the no-longer-intoxicated Meg, and about six police officers, all down the long flight of stairs where Raoul was still tied and fast asleep. Memories rushed back into Christine. She started to gasp, then scream, then ask, "Why? Why would he do this to me? I thought he loved me!"
"Zat's ze problem," Madame Giry interrupted, "He loved you too much to zee you vith zomeone else. His anger got ze better of him. I'm zure he regrets it."
Just like how I regret last night, she told herself, I went against my wedding vows last night. "I can't expect him not to be angry..." she said out loud.
"Of course," Madame Giry replied, "But ve can expect him to be mature about zis."
They all finally reached the bottom of the stairs, and two of the police officers went up to the still-tied Raoul and shook him awake.
One of them said, "Raoul, Vicomte Dechagney, you are under arrest for rape and attempted murder," just as Raoul woke up and realized what was going on.
Erik set Christine down on a side of the swan-bed. He whispered into her ear, "I know how overwhelming this must feel, so I would like to say, Viscountess Christine Daae Dechagney, I love you, and I know you can do this." The words felt unusual coming from him, espescially how this had only been the second time he had ever used the word "love" in his life.
Christine got up, and went over a few steps to Raoul, police officers restraining him. She ran her hand down his cheek, and said, "Raoul, how could you?"
She heard an older woman say, "Is zhe zoing oo be alright, Dohter?"
She heard a middle-aged man say, "The worst is over, but we still need to keep a close eye on her for the next day or so."
She next heard a familiar man's voice say, "That's good. She was closer to bleeding to death than she would like to know."
The woman said, "Yes, it vill take veeks to clean zat up."
Christine opened her eyes, "Where am I? I feel sick..."
The middle-aged man, a surgeon, said, "That's normal, you still have a dangerously low amount of blood in you. It should go away by the day after tomorrow."
The woman, Madame Giry, said, "I am jhust thankful zhe's alright. No one, not even a murderer, zhoud have to go through vat happened to you last night."
Christine, still dazed, managed to get out, "Oh, it's all coming back now... the preparations, Meg, a masked stranger, the dance, the secret room... and the underside of this place... and Erik, a- and Raoul, and, and Raoul was so angry that... that..."
The familiar voice, Erik, said, "Oh! I forgot about Raoul! Oh well, he deserves it. How long should I keep him there?"
Madame Giry said, "Note much longer, ve don't want oo kill-eh him."
The surgeon chimed in, "Let's the four of us go to get him-- it'll definitely jog memories for Christine."
Erik looked at Christine. "Christine, are you feeling any better?"
Christine sat up. "A little. Oh, now I'm feeling sick again..."
"There's a solution for that!" Erik said as he lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"This isn't making me feel any better."
"Yes, but it'll get us there."
The four started their journey along with the no-longer-intoxicated Meg, and about six police officers, all down the long flight of stairs where Raoul was still tied and fast asleep. Memories rushed back into Christine. She started to gasp, then scream, then ask, "Why? Why would he do this to me? I thought he loved me!"
"Zat's ze problem," Madame Giry interrupted, "He loved you too much to zee you vith zomeone else. His anger got ze better of him. I'm zure he regrets it."
Just like how I regret last night, she told herself, I went against my wedding vows last night. "I can't expect him not to be angry..." she said out loud.
"Of course," Madame Giry replied, "But ve can expect him to be mature about zis."
They all finally reached the bottom of the stairs, and two of the police officers went up to the still-tied Raoul and shook him awake.
One of them said, "Raoul, Vicomte Dechagney, you are under arrest for rape and attempted murder," just as Raoul woke up and realized what was going on.
Erik set Christine down on a side of the swan-bed. He whispered into her ear, "I know how overwhelming this must feel, so I would like to say, Viscountess Christine Daae Dechagney, I love you, and I know you can do this." The words felt unusual coming from him, espescially how this had only been the second time he had ever used the word "love" in his life.
Christine got up, and went over a few steps to Raoul, police officers restraining him. She ran her hand down his cheek, and said, "Raoul, how could you?"