A New Beginning

Chapter 29

(Christine's POV)

"Erik, what happened?" I asked him, but he refused to answer.

His forehead and the side part of his head was covered in dry blood, the skin was ripped apart and hanging, and there was a black bruise around the foul injury.

"Erik," I called for the second time, "what happened?"

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, so I got up and fetched warm water and a few bandages along with some medicine, and I started to tend to his wound until he was ready to speak.

"A rock hit me today; I fell unconscious," He said in a tone only barely above a whisper.

I shook my head and held back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I cleaned the blood as tenderly as I could and gently applied the medicine before wrapping his head in bandages. I kissed his head repeatedly and then lay beside him.

I couldn't bring myself to speak. I didn't know what to say. He looked at me and slowly reached for my hand.

"Will you forgive me?" He said quietly.

I nodded my head, and intwined my fingers with his, giving his hand a small squeeze. "I will always forgive you, and care for you, and love you, but you have to stop putting yourself in danger. Erik, you're making it look like you like it. We were just able to escape Paris, we are finally safe, and you go and you do this kind of things. Erik, if you love me, you'll stop. It hurts me to see you like this," By this point, I was crying, sobbing into his chest.

"I will stop then," he said as I felt him pressing a kiss to my head before he continued, "I don't want you in pain because of me."

"Thank you," I whispered and hugged him. The last thing I remember is his angelic voice singing me to sleep.

The next morning I woke up a little later than usual, but surprisingly, he was still sleeping. I slipped out of bed and wrapped myself in a robe. I kissed his forehead and went downstairs to make breakfast, but Raoul had already set the table and the food on it.

He bade me good morning and kissed my hand. "Where is Erik?" He asked me, handing me a plate as I took my seat on the table, explaining that he was still sleeping. Raoul seemed surprised, so I told him what Erik had explained to me the night before.

A few minutes later, Erik walked downstairs and I helped him over to the table and he sat down next to Raoul with his left side towards him.

"Do you want some help?" I asked him softly. 

He looked around, most likely looking for Raoul, but when he found that he had left, he looked at me and nodded. I fed him his whole meal and wiped his mouth before I placed a kiss on his cheek. 

"It hurts," he said. 

If he said it hurt, then it probably hurt more than anything. He would not tell me otherwise. 

"Come on," I said and helped him to the divan. 

I sat down and placed his head on my lap. I stroked it continuously and kissed his temple occasionally until I felt him fall asleep. I stayed where I was for a few hours and then he woke up again, sweating. 

"It hurts, it hurts," he said. 

Just then, Raoul walked through the door and I asked him to bring a doctor. 

"It's alright love, the doctor will be here soon," I told him, trying to calm him down and stroking his head. 

Surely, a few minutes later, the doctor arrived and leaned down, removing the bandages and examining the ugly wound. He gave a loud sigh and looked at me.

"What is it, doctor?" I asked. 

He motioned for me to go over to a different room. "His skull is broken," he started, "Only a small part bent inside and towards the brain, so a small part inside has broken and is disturbing the brain."

I gasped and for a second, my heart stopped. "B-but you can fix it, right?"  I asked, stuttering.