Phantom Of The Opera Christine x Erik One-Shots

Medicine

The sigh that brushed past Eriks thin lips was slow, as if his brain needed that time to figure out what to do next. He listened to the floorboards creak lowly under his bare feet as he paced back and forth along the hallway. Christine was tucked close to his chest, an odd fear of someone coming and snatching her away made him do so. His arms wrapped securely around her to assure she wouldn't fall.

There was a terrible throb in his chest when her small cries hit his ears. It felt worse than anything ever had in his life, and that was saying a lot. Christine had been getting stomach pains for about an hour now, he couldn't seem to soothe her back to sleep, she just cried. It hurt him terribly to see his angel in pain, he just wanted to curl around her and protect her from anything and everything.

It was clear to him that she needed medicine, the words kept playing over and over in his head, but as he neared the kitchen in his pacing he'd turn and start back down the hall again. The last time he'd tried giving her medicine was anything but enjoyable, she'd screamed and cried, turning her head away when the spoon got anywhere near her lips. It had taken a long stressful half hour before she called defeat and begrudgingly took the medicine.

Finally, he came to a stop, biting down hard on his lip. He knew he was really only giving her more pain if he just paced around the hall all night, at least if she got medicine she would feel better. Even if it was a hard task, it would be for the best. This time when he approached the kitchen door, he shifted her in one arm reaching over to push it open.

Christine groaned, the pain in her stomach seemed to worsen as Erik shifted her into one arm, her eyelids fluttered tiredly. "Papa?..." She croaked out. All she was met with was his palm pressed to the back of her head, gently brushing his fingertips through her curls shushing her softly. Christine swallowed when she realized he had stepped into the kitchen, her head lifting off his chest to try and see if he was heading towards the medicine cabinet.

A whine broke past her as Erik sat her down onto a kitchen stool, she inhaled sharply, her stomach swirled angrily. She looked up at Erik, her emerald orbs wide and pleading with him. It was her only defense against him now, she felt too drained to try and scream or cry about anything. Erik arched a brow, he knew that look. She was trying to pout her way out of this. He refused to be weakened by her look this time, he tore his eyes off of her to face a cabinet.

He could feel her stare burning his back, it was easy to tell she hadn't the strength to argue with him. If she did she would've started by now, Christine fidgeted anxiously with the end of her night gown, "P-papa..." She uttered quietly, hoping to catch his attention. Erik was looking across the many orange and white bottles stored in the cabinet, "Yes, Christine?" his tone barely hovered above a whisper.

"I think I'm feeling a bit better now..." She mumbled. Erik paused, so all of a sudden she was feeling better? Did this child really think her half planned lies could fool him? He had to stop himself before he had the chance to chuckle, "Is that so? Well, we should probably get you some medicine, just in case." It was impossible to ignore the strong wave of panic that washed over her.

She swallowed, the feeling of dread took her over in seconds. Just the thought of last time was enough to make her shudder in disgust, the cheap taste of 'strawberry' made her throat run dry. She tried to open her mouth but words wouldn't come, they scrambled around in her head, but her voice just wouldn't cooperate! Not wanting to look stupid, she forced her mouth shut. She was at a loss of what to do.

He inwardly cringed as the child shrunk away from him, she looked almost...scared of him. Even if he knew she wasn't it still hurt, but he ignored it. She felt like some kind of an animal cornered in a cage, what could she do? The only thing she could do was prepare herself for the worst. Erik blinked, watching her curl up in the stool, closing her eyes as if he were about to attack her.