EL James owns these characters. Inspired by Fifty Shades and the lovely characters in her stories.

Emergency.

Gia never disappoints. We walked into the house trying to be quiet while stumbling downstairs. I hadn't had much to drink but Gia was intoxicating. I don't remember much but I know that the new billiards table is now mine.

I'm awoken by what sounds like a cry. Christian. He must be having another nightmare. Thank goodness Gia is passed out on the couch and can't hear it. I don't know how I'd explain that chink in my brother's armor. He always has nightmares. But then I hear a thump. That's weird. Did he fall out of bed? I better go check on this one. I grab my clothes and run upstairs.

"Ah!" I hesitate when I get to his door. He's whimpering in there. What the hell is going on.

"Shit!" "Taylor!" That's it. If he's calling for Taylor then there's something wrong. I run into his room and see him on the floor curled up in pain. Taylor runs in and stops when he sees him.

"Sir. Mr. Grey, what' wrong?" Christian is grimacing and there's sweat beading on his forehead.

"Lelliot, call mom!" Now I know something is wrong when he tells me to call our mom. I grab the phone and call.

"Christian?" My mom answers on the first ring but sounds groggy.

"No mom, it's Elliot. There's something wrong with Christian."

"What? What is it?"

"He's in some type of pain. Let me put you on speakerphone."

"Christian, honey, what's wrong? What hurts?" Christian goes to speak and then he loses it. There's vomit everywhere. He's whimpering and digging his fingers into the carpet. I grab his hand but then he yanks it back and puts his hand on his right side.

"Mom" he says in a weak voice.

"Mom, he's gotten sick and he's grabbing his right side. He won't talk and he's sweating." My heart is racing and I notice that Carmella has walked in and grabbed some wet washcloths for his face.

"Dr. Grey, should we call an ambulance?" Taylor is in professional mode while I'm trying to figure out what is going on.

"Yes! It sounds like appendicitis. Call an ambulance and Carrick and I will be there as soon as we can. Elliot, take care of him." I can tell my mom is tearing up. Honestly, I'm close too.

"Christian, Taylor is calling an ambulance. It's going to be okay." I'm holding him around the waist being careful not to touch him and cause him more pain. Carmella keeps handing me a cold rag every couple minutes. Christian is barely able to take a breath.

"Christian, it's going to be okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know." He breathes out. This gets to me. I look up and Gia is standing in the doorway not knowing what to do.

"Gia, just go let the paramedics in." She looks at me and nods her head. I can tell she doesn't feel wanted in this scene. I look back at Christian just as he vomits again. This time he lets out a guttural scream of agony. "It's going to be okay, "I say and grab another rag from Carmella.

Taylor has grabbed a blanket off of the bed now because Christian is shaking uncontrollably. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, I hear sirens and Taylor runs out of the room toward the front door.

"They're going to touch me." Christian barely gets this concern out and I look at him communicating the same concern. "It's okay, I'll make sure they don't but I may have to, Christian." He starts to shake even more just as the stretcher is wheeled into the room. Christian immediately slumps back towards me. I put up my hand in warning to the paramedics.

"Please, he has haphephobia. Don't touch his chest or back and tell him before you touch anywhere else." The paramedics nod their heads and I watch as they start to ask him questions.

"Where does it hurt, Mr. Grey?" Christian can barely talk but points to his lower right side. My mom was probably right. She's an amazing doctor even several states away. "We're going to have to lift you up and have you lie down on the stretcher. Will you be able to handle that?" Christian looks up at me and I nod. "Let me help him up." I wrap the heavy blanket around him and slowly help him up to his feet. I remember a time when we were young when Christian had to be carried. My dad wrapped him up with the thickest blanket he could find so he didn't touch his skin. It's the only thing that worked. Christian lays back but then suddenly grabs a hold of my arm. He's squeezing it and I don't know if it's fear or pain. Unfortunately, I think it's both. They buckle him on the stretcher and start to wheel him out of the house. Gia is nervously sitting on the couch by the front door.

"Gia, I'll call you later." "Of course, Elliot. Do you want me to call anyone?" I shake my head no and walk out the door alongside Christian.

The paramedics understand that it's necessary for me to hang on to Christian and help them know where they can touch him. I know that he feels a burning sensation when anyone touches where he was abused. They're going to have to attach monitors and I know this isn't going to be good.

"Christian, you have to let them attach the heart monitors."

"No, please, I need mom." My 25 year old brother hasn't let anyone do that since my mom saved him when he was four. She was the doctor on call when he was found and brought into the hospital. They have a special relationship. She is his savior.

"Christian, they won't hurt you. Hang on." The paramedic quickly sticks the monitors on and in an instant you can hear Christian's heart beating rapidly. He's looking at me with shear agony in his eyes.

"I won't let anyone hurt you." He squeezes my hand the whole way to the hospital. Luckily, Christian is okay with his arms and hands being touched. They are able to start an I.V. and put the oxygen sensor on his finger. We arrive at the hospital and they start to wheel him into the E.R. I see Taylor running up to the entrance. He must have followed the ambulance. We both follow Christian into the exam room and I step back and let the paramedics explain what's happening to the doctors and nurses. All of a sudden, I see them pull out some of the restraints from alongside the bed and I jump.

"You can't use those! He has haphephobia and can't be touched or restrained!" An older, somewhat arrogant looking doctor turns around.

"And how do you expect us to take care of your brother? We'll need to sedate him but he won't be able to answer any questions?" I walk over to Christian who now has an oxygen tube but his eyes are dilated and I can tell he's only seconds from going into a state.

"Let me hold him when he needs to be restrained. If he panics you won't be able to get an answer from him anyway." The doctor nods and I walk over to Christian.

"Christian, I've got you. No one is going to hurt you." Christian looks at me and focuses his eyes on me. I hold his arms as the doctors quickly strip him and pull a sheet up to his waist. The nurse looks at me and tells me that they will need to sedate him for the scan. Then once they know that it is appendicitis then they will take him straight to the O.R. The nurse injects something into his I.V. and his eyes begin to look a little distant.

"It's going to be okay, Christian, I will protect you. You are my brother and no one can hurt you." He starts to fade and then looks at me,

"Elena did." He slips into unconsciousness and I'm left with a chill running from my head to my feet. I feel my heart start to beat rapidly and I my vision starts to blur.