Your Music Fills My Soul {Erik Destler x Reader}

XVII. Rest and Heal

(⚠️Warning- sort of: Not smut but small portion of leading to it)

Erik woke up to a heavy weight on his body. He opened his eyes to find himself looking at the familiar ceiling of his room. He slowly sat up, feeling the stinging sensation of his wound. He looked down to the weight on his lap to find a sleeping (Y/n) laying her head on her arms that were folded on top of his lap.

A soft smile formed on his face. His hand quietly moved to her head, and he gently caressed it. (Y/n) began to shift and from the touch she looked up to find Erik awake.

"You're awake. You're awake!" (Y/n) said with smile of relief. Immediately, she jumped to engulf her lover in an embrace.

"Yes.." Erik said, he looked confusingly around the room.

Everyone was there and some were asleep. Raoul fell asleep on a chair next to (Y/n). Christine and Meg were asleep on a couch. Madame Giry stood by the window and only looked away when she heard (Y/n) speak. Raoul slowly began to wake up and soon after Christine did too. Meg's head was leaned on Christine's shoulder and Gustave's head and layed on her lap. She had no way of getting out of her position without causing one or both of wake up.

"How long was I out?" Erik asked as his hand hovered over his wound.

Madame Giry smacked his hand away from the bandaged wound, "Do not touch it. It's still healing". Erik hissed as his hand retreated back.

"You have been unconscious for about two days." Madame Giry walked over to the bedside table and poured a glass of water.

She walked back to Erik and handed him the glass of water and pain pill, "Here. Take it".

Erik took the pill and drank the water. Erik tried to get out of the bed only to be stopped by Madame Giry.

"Excuse me, I-" Erik startled but Madame Giry tutted.

"Erik. Don't even think about it."

"But-" Erik tried to move to the left.

"No." Madame Giry blocked him again.

"Antoinette Giry" Erik glared, starting to get irritated.

"Erik Destler" Madame Giry shot back.

"Let me pass, woman." Erik tried to get up, but Madame Giry shoved him back to the bed. She slammed her staff again the ground causing Erik to flinch and Meg and Gustave to wake up from the noise. Madame Giry pointed a finger at him like a mother scolding her troublesome son.

"If you don't want me to call Nadir, you better stay in that bed and rest." Madame Giry sternly said. Erik sighed in defeat and laid back down in the bed. His was laying on his right side, so his back was facing Madame Giry. He knew far too well how Nadir would react to finding out he had almost killed another person. Nadir is also the type of friend who would travel from Paris all the way to Manhattan just to check on you if they found out you were hurt.

"That's what I thought" Madame Giry smirked at her small victory. She then turned around tp the remaining people in the room.

"I suggest we all leave and let Erik rest. (Y/n), we shall leave you with him." Madame Giry gave a nod before escorting everyone out of the room.

(Y/n) walked over to Erik, whose body was facing the wall.

"Erik." (Y/n) softly said. He didn't move an inch. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"My love" she called once more. Erik's body slowly turned around and his eyes met with the eyes of his lover.

"I am perfectly well.." Erik said but as he sat up, he began to wince at the pain. (Y/n)'s hands supported him as she helped him sit up.