Gerry And Bailey's Phantom of the Opera stage show.

"Gerry, he's wrapping my wound.. I didn't have the strength and my phone isn't with me.." She whispered, it was obvious she was getting more out of it by the minute, sicker and sicker until she was shaking. "I'm so cold.." She said softly.

Erik was quick to move, draping a blanket across her shoulders as he knelt to examine her wound. With deft hands, he examined her wound. "Hand me the clean dressing." He ordered Gerry, who was still standing there by the door, dumbfounded. Erik's command snapped his mind back to the situation at hand and he moved to hand Erik everything he needed. Erik, then, very gently cleaned Bailey's wound and dressed it again. "You need to rest." He murmured softly to Bailey, gently laying her flat on her bed and covering her with the blanket. "Make sure she rests. She cannot exert herself at all or else the wound will open again." Erik stated curtly to Gerry as he stood then quickly vanished behind the mirror.

Bailey glanced up at Gerry. "Why does it always seem that I'm incapacitated in bed for the majority of the time.." She groaned softly.

Gerry still seemed rather dumbstruck by what just occurred but he shook most of it off after a few moments. "You just need to stop pushing yourself so hard, love." He sat down on the edge of her bed. "Rest. Let yourself heal before you do anything else." He smiled slightly down at her.

"I'm truly sorry I didn't call you. But I felt myself getting weaker.." She said. In the next two weeks, she didn't speak, every morning someone would come in and try to get her to talk, but she just wouldn't. She would barely eat. She didn't even want to sing, she just stared at the wall in a depressive state.

Sam stared at Gerry, "She hasn't spoke in two weeks Gerry... Aren't you getting worried?" She muttered.

"Of course I'm getting worried!" Gerry scowled at his friend. "I've been trying to get her to talk to me for the past two goddamned weeks! Meanwhile your 'girlfriend' hasn't even come to see Bailey once this whole time." He swore under his breath quietly. Erin hadn't talked to anyone over the past two weeks. She was rarely ever seen to top it all off.

"Do you blame Erin? She had a pretty traumatic event happen to her. Maybe you should see.. if.. He could make her talk?" Sam looked at him. "It might be worth a shot."

"You've got to be out of your mind if you think I would ever consider that." Gerry scowled angrily at his friend.

"What have you got to lose, Gerry? He obviously cares about her the way he was bandaging her up. You can't be there all the time." He pointed out, getting frustrated. "He is probably always there making sure she's okay."

"I am not going to ask him for help." Gerry scowled.

"At least then you would know. He's probably already talking to her Gerry and if you can't see that you are stupid." He huffed, stomping away.

Gerry sighed from frustration after his friend stormed off. He made his way to Bailey's room to check on her.

Bailey was just sitting, staring at the wall absent mindedly, when he peeked in, she looked at him slightly and smiled.

He smiled slightly when he saw her. "I love you."

She smiled softly and then looked at the wall again and then when he was gone she sighed softly, nibbling at her lip. She wished she would just talk, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. There was talk of replacing her on the managers part and honestly, she thought that they should.

Her room was silent, like it had been when she was alone the whole two weeks.

She stood up for the first time in two weeks and leaned against the mirror for support as she shifted into the vanity chair and began to write her letter of resignation, scratching along the paper, it almost delved her into tears but she couldn't help but feel that it was necessary.

"Why are you giving up like this?" Erik's voice echoed softly throughout her room. "I think that you truthfully do not want to leave."