Alone {Caution some PG content, read at own risk}

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine then turned and followed Raoul and Erik into the carriage. She sat next to Erik instead of Raoul.

[Sakwa]

*Erik was almost unconcious, he was starting to reach the end of even his strength. The only thing that was making him still fight was the fact he didn't want to show Raoul he was too weak even to remain concious*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Raoul watched hurtfully as Christine decided to sit beside the Phantom rather than him, but he said nothing. Christine reached under the seat and pulled out her small sewing kit. She was going to try and stitch Erik's wounds, although she wasn't very good at sewing. "This will hurt, but it'll help." she whispered softly, threading the needle.

[Sakwa]

*Finally Erik gave in to his battle against unconciousness, slumping almost imperceptibly.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine leaned on Erik, pushing him to lean on the wall instead of her. She tore away at the bits of his torn shirt so she could stitch the gash on his ribs. She worked in silence, trying to be as careful as possible. Raoul tried not to look in case he took his turn at being sick.

[Sakwa]

*Erik didn't stir, he was totally limp, and unconcious. This was mainly from a combination of blood loss and shock.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

When Christine finished with Erik's ribs, she examined her stitching, and sighed with relief when she decided they would hold. She then started on the deep gash on his arm, being more careful because it was deeper. Raoul tried to keep the bile in his throat down, thankful CHristine was almost finished.

[Sakwa]

*Erik didn't stir, totally unconcious. Even if he was concious he was too weak to protest.*

*Cesar followed the carriage, worrying about Erik but knowing that Christine would let no harm come to him*

[*Musical~Soul*]

When Christine finished with Erik's arm, she tested the stitches like she had with his ribs. Satisfied, she put her things away. She noticed Raoul was looking sick, so she said, "I'm done. He just needs rest now." Raoul relaxed a little.

[Sakwa]

*Erik hadn't stirred at all, but he was starting to sweat ever so slightly, his hood had fallen back ever so slightly, showing the normal mask he used to hide the disfigurement to his face*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Raoul and Christine both saw Erik's mask. Christine knew better from experience than to take it off, so she tried to ignore it. Raoul shuddered at the sight of it.

[Sakwa]

*Erik had regained partial conciousness and muttered something. IN his dreams he was trapped, in a cage...no...he wasn't trapped....he was too weak to escape....Javert came in....there was a crowd...no now there wasn't a crowd, it was just him and Javert.*No *Erik whispered quietly in his sleep, struggling to wake up but he couldn't he was too weak*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine turned suddenly when she heard Erik whisper "No." he was obviously dreaming about something. Perhaps a nightmare. "Shh, it's alright, go back to sleep." She whispered, gently rubbing his shoulder. Raoul tried not to glare as she watched Christine comfort the Phantom. He just had to show up, he thought.

[Sakwa]

*Erik calmed down slightly as the nightmare faded, it was replaced by something else...a dark room...he couldn't make out where he was or why...all he knew was he was trapped...and he couldn't escape*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine continued rubbing Erik's shoulder, even though he'd calmed down a little.

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