I'm back! Told you I'll update soon! Please read on, and answer the question in the end. This is the second chapter so there is only the conclusion left. Please read, and make sure to leave a comment and stuff on how you think of it!

Christian's POV

I helped gather some of Ana's stuff, while she was in the bathroom. Her robe, one of her oversized shirts. MY oversized shirt. I bunch it up and tuck it away, while putting her pink sleepshirt in the suitcase. I needed that shirt.

Ana has been in the bathroom for some time now, and I check up on her to see her sitting on the edge of the tub, with her hands held over her eyes. I drop the suitcase and walk over to her. She had her hands over her face, and when I remove them, I see why. She had tear tracks running from her eyes.

"Christian, what can I do?" she asks me, and my heart shatters because I don't know. I really don't know.

She continues "I don't know how to tell our baby that I'm going to the hospital, how am I supposed to tell Gail that I have cancer? How am I supposed to just leave and sit in a hospital room for two weeks, or even longer?"

I take a deep breath. Lists are good. Lists give you direction, an order that problems need to be solved. "Well… we don't have to tell the kids much, I can tell them that you're sick, and that should cover it. I will deal with Gail, Taylor, Kate, Elliot, Grace… I'll handle the press if I have to, and I can let someone temporarily head Grey Publishing, I just need you to get better."

Ana scoots over on the edge of the tub, and I join her. She hugs me and I wrap my arms around her, hoping I never have to let go. "Christian" she begins in a soft voice "You're the best husband any girl can wish for" she kisses my neck, and gets up, picks up the suitcase from the floor, and goes into the closet to continue packing.

-OOO-

"Mummy, Daddy, where you gwoing?" I feel Ana wince as Ted peeks his head from his bedroom as Ana and I walk down the stairs that run through this house. I need to regain some control, as minute as it is

"Mummy is slightly sick, I'm going to take her someplace to get better, alright Teddy?"

Ted looks at Ana, and smiles a serene three-year old smile

"Okay, as long as mwummy comes back soon. I'm going to make the twian cwimb the stairs!"

Ana laughs "Don't worry, mummy will always be there for you"

Ted smiles, and goes back into his room. We travel down the stairs in silence, and meet up with Gail, who was for the first time, drinking in our bar. For the years and years that we've employed Gail, I've never seen her drink much, not even a full glass of wine, but today, it's obvious she's been drinking. She looks as if she downed a few glasses of scotch, and is reaching for another. She sees us come down the sitars and comes on over.

I was scared that Ana needed to explain everything, which is taxing and will probably cause one of us to break down into tears but she doesn't. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Ana, and then pulls me into the hug as well. When she pulls out of the hug, I realize she has tears in her eyes

"How did you know?" asks Ana. Gail points to the open envelope from the clinic that looks thoroughly crumpled, currently resting on the dinner table. Ana's eyes well up in tears, and Gail takes another sip of scotch before enveloping us in a hug again.

She pulls Ana first, and I hear her speak into her ear "Take care Ana Grey, I'll take care of the kids, you focus on getting better"

She then pulls me into a hug, and whispers "I'll get Ted and Phoebe to bed, I'll leave the liquor cabinet unlocked"

I'm against getting drunk, but I honestly don't know if I can take what tonight has planned for me sober, so I just nod, and walk with Ana towards the car for the second time today.

Ana's POV

It's been hell for the past week.

When I first was admitted into the hospital, the first days were full of tests. My blood levels were tested and they counted the ratios between my platelets and plasma, and counted red blood cells and how many white blood cells I had.

Not to mention the visitors that flocked over to see me. I love all my friends, but it hurts when they are looking at you with pity in their eyes and how when they leave, I see them gave Christian and the kids reproachful looks as if I was destined to die. Kate was a bubbling mess, and kept muttering to 'go shopping one last time' and 'should've bought that dress the last time we went'. She wasn't being unthoughtful, but that's how Kate's brain works when she's distressed.

Ray was immensely hard to face as well as he sat down next to me and gripped my hand. He was crying as well and we just stayed there, him crying and me trying my best (but failing) to hold back my own tears. Finally, he kisses me and leaves.

Christian and the kids is the ray of sunshine in the cloudy skies. Christian comes straight after work to see me. Although he wanted to take a vacation, I told him that normality was the best. The kids probably know that I'm sick, with all the 'it's okay' and 'mummy will be strong' that they have been getting from friends, but they act normal, which is a blessing itself. I think I'd go crazy if I miss a day of them talking about how brown can also be made with purple and orange paint. My darlings always know how to make me feel better.

It's been a week now, and I've been getting used to a regime of waking up, reading a book that I left on the nightstand, watching some television, and then forcing down a meal of soup and jell-o. My appetite has been steadily decreasing and it drives Christian nuts. I've even had many meetings with Grace, but she doesn't specialize in leukemia, so she just helps me calm Christian down.

There's a week left before my first chemotherapy, and I've been given a professional photo-shoot curtesy of the hospital. It's supposed to help me keep memories and all that. I've been given some drugs as well, and I mostly spend my days sleeping but whenever I wake up, Christian is always there, looking at me.

"Are you ready baby?" he asks me clutching my hand. It's been a habit of his lately, but I never want to let go.

"Tell me how you can get ready for cancer treatments, and I will start getting ready as soon as I know how" I saw through a yawn. My vision clears up, and I sit up, pecking a kiss on his cheek.

He doesn't reply, but instead, he intertwines his fingers and kisses me. I kiss him back and suddenly, I'm transported away from my hospital bed into the earlier memories of Christian and I, kissing in Escala. As soon as I'm better, I make a promise to myself to visit the place I first met Christian.

"How are you feeling baby?"

There it was, the question that everyone asks when you're in the hospital. I said I was fine to everyone else who asked me that, but if I couldn't be honest with Christian, I couldn't be honest with anyone.

"Honestly, do you remember how you said that you were always scared of losing control?"

Christian nods, unsure of where the conversation is going

"That's what I feel now. I'm unsure. I don't know what's going to happen, or what already did"

Christian looks at me with tears in his eyes and I start to hurt, knowing I hurt him.

"Christian, I feel like I'm losing control, and I hate the feeling"

I pull him into a hug, and Christian returns it delicately, careful not to squeeze the IV tubes. He looks back at me and say solemnly.

"Anastasia, when I lost control, I always saw Flynn. Do you want to see Flynn now?"

I nod, and like the ruler of the world he is, in less than twenty minutes, I am sitting across from Dr. Flynn

John Flynn's POV

I haven't seen Anastasia in over two weeks, ever since Christian told me she was diagnosed. I remember that night when I was closing up, and Christian stumbled in, drunk and with evidence of tears. I stopped and unlocked the door to my practice and let him inside, where I poured him a cup of water.

Not in my history of meeting with Christian have I seen him so shaken.

But when I found out why, I couldn't blame him. If I just found out that my love of my life, which helped me in such a profound way, was diagnosed with acute leukemia, I'd be crying too.

And when I saw Ana today, I felt like crying all over again. I swore to check up on Christian later today, because if seeing Ana like this had this sort of effect on me, I could not imagine how Christian felt.

Ana looked like she dropped twenty-five founds and for a woman that was already so skinny, it was a profound change. I could see her collarbones prominently, and she was attached to a bunch of wires. I knew I was staring, but I quickly snapped out of it when I saw Ana sit up and struggle to get out of the bed.

"Ana! You really should not be doing that!"

She looks at me and smiles, and I feel the million headaches come to a rest, because when she smiles, she looks normal. She looks like the Ana I once knew.

"Hey John. Fancy seeing you here"

I smile at the little woman and am relieved by the fire that still didn't burn out inside her. She was still the quirky girl that she was before the illness kicked in.

"So Ana, I know you summoned me, what can I do for you today?" I asked good-naturedly, even though my heart was breaking for this young woman.

Ana gives me a remorseful look and takes a file from underneath her covers. Slightly baffled, I take it. I open it up; it's her results from her latest tests, from yesterday. I look and it's clear that she's not doing too well. Her results have worsened. I swallow a lump in my throat.

"John… for the first time, I have to accept that maybe I can't win this fight. I thought it would be a clean operation, and I'd be out within a month, but apparently, my cancer is spreading, and I might be here…. Well for a lot longer"

A lot longer was right.

Her results were irregular. Acute leukemia was known to spread, but this was irregular and potentially fatal. I look up, and I have tears in my eyes.

"Mrs. Grey… what would you like me to do?" I sincerely do not know, but I pray that I don't have to break the news to anyone.

"John, I want to be able to see my kids grow up. I want to have grandkids, and I want to be there when my kids get married. I want to retire with Christian and sit on a beach someday and share a glass of champagne. Heck, I would love to go back to work"

I hear Ana's distress, and I feel my tears well up. Ana saw this, and immediately backtracks

"No… please don't pity me. Please"

I force myself to stop crying. I had years of training. As a phycologist, you learn to categorise emotions, and not let the patient's story get to you on a personal level. But this wasn't a patient. Christian wasn't a patient. They were friends, and I was potentially seeing one of my friends on her deathbed.

Ana sighs and tries again

"John, the point is, I have so much I want to say, so much I haven't got the chance to tell, so many moments I haven't had the opportunity to pass on, and if I pass, I'm scared that my stories would go down with me."

She pauses again and takes a staggered breath

"There was always a reason I wanted to go into literature. I wanted to see the stories and experiences of their world, but as time went on, I realised that I wanted to create them myself. I didn't want to publish anything, but I felt that something's I had are worth sharing"

She looks into my eyes, and I see her blue eyes well up in tears.

"John, I'm scared that I'll pass and just be gone, and my life would be something that was wasted. I want to leave something"

I begin to think, and I remember an old conversation that Christian and I had about sending her old books, and how much she loved to read old authors, especially the books from Thomas Hardy. I took out a piece of paper from my notebook that I carried, and I found a black pen.

"Write" I told her. Her perplexed blue eyes looked up at me.

"What?"

"Just write"

Ana's POV

I took the pen that was offered, and wrote the first thought I could think of

Dear Christian …

Hey! So I'm at a crossroad, and I am facing a dilemma. The big question is for you to answer. Should we keep Ana alive, or well… let the illness take her?

Its rather cliché for her to be A-OK, but at the same time, I dunno if I want for her to die just yet.

Thus, the decision is in your hands. If you want to see a happy ending, or if you want to see a angst-y ending, please LEAVE A REVIEW ON WHAT YOU THINK SHOULD HAPPEN :D