Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera; I just wish that I could. Dr. Seriner and the maid (Helene) belong to me. Author's Notes: This is what happens when you read Phantom and listen to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack at the same time. I hope you enjoy it; make sure to let me know! This is set after Christine leaves Erik. I should add that this story is going to be rather sad in the end, but (hopefully and eventually) uplifting along the way. Genre: Drama/Angst, E/C Archiving: Sure, why not? Just give me a heads up first! ~Where There Is Love. . .~ ~"Where there is love, there is life"~ Mahatma Gandhi I stared at the Doctor in shock, not believing his words; not wanting to. The soft lights of the room faded away around me, and I felt myself growing faint. In the distance, I heard myself say, "Are you certain?" "I'm sorry Christine, you know I truly am, my diagnosis is accurate. There are treatments, but I fear there is no absolute cure." I nodded gravely, and he stood up, gathering his equipment in the battered black leather Doctor's bag that he had always carried. I wanted to laugh at the irony for a moment; I remembered all the fevers and colds he had cured me of in my youth, and yet, despite my implicit faith in him, he could not cure me now. "I know, Dr. Seriner, this is hardly your fault. You say there are treatments?" I said, regaining my composure. "Yes, pills and powers that dull the pain and quiet some of the symptoms. I shall leave some prescriptions at the door with your maid. Do rest, child, and don't exert yourself," he said, with a knowing look. "But, I'm a. . ." "You were a singer, Christine," he said frankly, but his voice softened as he added, "I do not want you to suffer. Please, do not bring pain upon yourself and those who love you." I thought for a moment, and acquiesced, "I shall rest for now. When you speak with Helene, please tell her I wish to see no one for the rest of the day; not even Raoul." "Certainly, my dear," he said, walking to the door, "I shall see you soon." The door closed behind him, and I stood up. I walked to the window, and leaned against the sill. Outside, rain tumbled from the heavens, gray skies holding court over the City of Light. I sighed, turning away. Seriner's words played endlessly through my mind, and tears formed in my eyes. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed my cloak, slipped out onto the terrace, and walked out onto the city streets. To be continued. . . |
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