I'm so sorry to anyone who was reading 'Restoring Detroit'. The request was very detailed and because I have a lot of important exams coming up, I didn't think I'd be able to do it justice. But here's a one shot requested by Hales so I hope you guys enjoy J and please keep reviewing and requesting it really makes a big difference.
Christian's POV
5 AM. When I wake up I find myself draped over my beautiful wife's body but instead of feeling warm and grinning like a kid in a candy store, I feel queasy instead. And an uncontrollable urge to drink something. I walk to the en suite bathroom quickly and carefully as I didn't want to wake up my darling Ana. I turn the light on and gaze at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, yet my cheeks were flushed. I felt cold, yet I could see beads of sweat forming on my face. Keep it together Grey I told myself. So I ran the water and splashed my face with it. This made me feel better but it was short-lived. The queasiness kept growing until I had no choice. I leaned over the toilet and just threw up until there was nothing left. When it subsided, my stomach could not stop aching. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not sick am I? I don't have time to get sick. I wipe my mouth with the towel and get up to go back to bed, hoping that snuggling into my Ana will make my pain go away.
Ana's POV.
5:15AM. I wake up feeling uneasy. First of all, the space next to me where Christian is supposed to be is empty. I sit up, concerned as to where he could be. I don't hear any music so I know he's not by the piano but my tensions were calmed a little when I saw the light seeping through the crack of the bathroom door. sit up, concerned as to where he could be. I don't hear any music so I know he's not by the piano but my tensions were calmed a little when I saw the light seeping through the crack of the bathroom door. I was about to lie back down when I heard strange noises coming from the bathroom. It sounded like Christian being sick but it couldn't be, right? After all, he never got sick. I stood up and went to the bathroom but before I could open the door, Christian staggered out looking as white as a sheet.
"Christian! Are you okay?"
"Yes Ana I'll be fine don't worry about me I'm absolutely fine," Christian replied. Ughh he's such a guy. He's shivering yet I can tell from holding his hand that he has a fever. He's sick and doesn't want to admit it.
"Christian you're sick, come back to bed and I'll call the doctor in a few hours," I said, my voice full of concern.
"Feeling…dizzy…" Christian mumbled and before I could do anything he started to collapse. Luckily I caught him but since he's much heavier than me my legs buckled and I fell on the floor with his head resting in my lap. It took me several minutes to lift him and move him onto the bed. I lay him on his side in case he threw up and then started pacing, unsure of what to do. We gave Taylor and Gail the day off so they wouldn't be back until 8. I know I'll call Grace. I know it's early but she'll know what to do.
Christian's POV
I woke up feeling groggy. It took a while for me to open my eyes because the lights in the room were so goddamn bright. I don't have lights like that at home, so where am I? I tried to move my arms to help me sit up when I noticed wires attached to them. Now I know where I am. Hospital. I fucking hate hospitals. I know my dearest Mother works in one but that doesn't make my opinion of them any better. But that thought had to wait. Now my main concern was Ana. Where was she? Does she know I'm here? Of course she does you idiot. Don't you remember seeing her face before you blacked out? my subconscious reminded me. She must've just gone out to get something. I wonder how long I've been here. And when I'll see my Ana again. Oh and the kids! How could I forget about them? Are they here too? I have so many questions and me being my controlling self, I wanted answers as soon as possible.
Ana's POV
"Mommy has Daddy woken up yet?" asked Teddy impatiently.
"Not yet sweetie but he will soon I promise," I replied, trying to sound remotely reassuring. I wasn't with Christian at the moment. Teddy was getting fidgety so I went with him and baby Phoebe to the cafeteria. While I was there I got myself some coffee from some vending machine that seems to be a staple in every hospital. I bought Teddy a cereal bar and walked with him back to Christian's room. 'Please wake up Christian. Wake up' I kept chanting over and over. When I opened the door I was so happy at the sight that greeted me. There was my Fifty, attempting to sit up on his bed with his eyes sort of half open.
"Daddy!" exclaimed little Teddy as he toddled over to his dad's bed. A smile began to form on my darling's face.
"Why hello there Teddy, happy to see your Daddy I see," he joked. "Hi my Ana."
"Hi, Christian," I said, my voice cracking with tears brimming in my eyes. Even though he had only been unconscious for a few hours, it felt like I was dying a thousand deaths in that time. I walked over to Christian's bedside and kissed him firmly on the forehead. "I've been so worried about you." Phoebe started getting heavy and Teddy was getting fidgety in the corner of the room.
"Mommy can Daddy come home now? I'm bored," said Teddy impatiently. I couldn't help but smile. He is just as impatient as his father.
"I don't know when Daddy can come home darling. We're still waiting for the Doctor to give us the results. But why don't you go and play in the crèche next door? Taylor will be there to make sure you're safe." Teddy's little grey eyes lit up as he ran out of the room with Taylor right behind him. "Now we're all alone," I whispered in his ear.
"My my Mrs Grey what are you suggesting?" replied Christian in a voice which would have made me feel all wanton if it weren't for his grogginess.
"Oh nothing," I replied, feigning innocence. I was about to give him a proper kiss when the doctor walked in the door.
"Good morning Mrs Grey, Mr Grey. I'm Doctor Westwood," she said, introducing herself very formally, but she still seemed very friendly to me. "How are you feeling now that you've woken up Mr Grey?"
"Better than I was this morning, but I'd like to know what's wrong with me," my husband replied, sounding all business-like as per usual.
"Well when you were brought in to this hospital we ran a few tests and the results have come through. It appears that you have salmonella food poisoning."
"Ughh fuck," Christian cursed under his breath.
"What is it Mr Grey?"
"I attempted to cook some steak last night and I suppose it went wrong," Christian mumbled, feeling embarrassed. I couldn't help but smile to myself. My poor Fifty. I knew trusting him with cooking something as complicated as a steak was a bad idea.
"Ah I see, well that would explain it. It seems the preliminary stage is over so I'll come back and check in on you later today and then we can re-assess the situation. Now do you have any questions?"
"Err yes I have one actually. Is he allowed to eat anything?" I asked, feeling strangely paranoid about him eating enough food. Now the tables have turned haven't they my inner subconscious commented sarcastically. The Doctor smiled at me sympathetically.
"Of course, but I would stick to soup and bread for now." I nodded and she said goodbye and closed the door behind her.
"Oh what am I going to do with you, you fool," I laughed while running my fingers through his unkempt hair. How he manages to look beautiful in a standard hospital gown with wires coming out of his arms I'll never know.
"I'm your beautiful little fool," Christian corrected, clearly smug with his Great Gatsby reference.
Christian's POV
"Ana can you come here please," I begged in a weak voice. What the fuck are you doing Grey. You don't beg.
"What is it what's wrong?" Ana rushed to my side looking all worried. My sweet Ana.
"I'm hungry. Can you get me food?" She laughed at me and I didn't understand why. What was so funny about what I said? Still I can't complain. Her laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.
"Yes of course," Ana remarked whilst getting up and going to the door, "… Sir." That last addition made me understand the reasons behind her laughter.
Only a few minutes passed before she came back, yet she wasn't holding anything that represented a bowl of soup.
"Where's the soup?"
"I sent Taylor to get some for you from the market. Unless you want some from the hospital cafeteria…"
"Definitely not I have higher standards than that." Ana rolled her eyes at me and I felt my palm twitch a little. "I may be sick but I can still take you over my knee if I want to."
"And how are you going to do that exactly?" Ana asked. "Stow your twitching palm please." Oh how I love her smart mouth. "Get some rest and I'll wake you up when the soup comes." I was going to argue but I found my eyes closing themselves so I gave in to sleep.
The aroma of potato and leek soup woke me up, much to my delight. Having looked at the clock I noticed that I was asleep for half an hour. Taylor took his sweet ass time didn't he I thought to myself but for once I didn't care. It was sleep that I desperately needed.
"Hello sleephead, did you sleep well?" I nodded and found myself licking my lips over the delicious bowl of soup laid out before me. I took the spoon and began to eat but after a few spoonfuls I felt like my energy started to drain away.
"Feed me wench," I stated, or rather demanded. Ana was shocked yet giggled at my demand.
"So I'm a wench now am I?" she asked sarcastically, raising her eyebrow at me.
"Yes you are, wench. I'm feeling weak so feed me," I remarked, sounding less domineering than before. This is why I don't get sick. I can't be in control.
"Well if that's why you can't feed yourself than by all means I will… sir," she said whilst biting that sexy lip of hers, clearly on purpose. Oh the things she can do to me I thought to myself.
Soon all the soup was gone and a nurse came to remove some of the wires that were attached to me which made me feel relieved. I hated the feeling of being hooked up to a machine. As soon as she left I started to feel a shiver.
"Can you get me a blanket," I asked weakly, my voice sounding totally unrecognisable to even myself. Ana put down her manuscripts and smiled sympathetically at me before walking over to a closet in the corner of the room and pulling out an extra blanket for me. She put it over me and I instantly felt better. Next she felt my forehead and frowned.
"You've still got a fever. Let me cool your head down," she said sweetly before leaving to the ensuite bathroom that was in the hospital room. Soon she came back with a wet face towel and sat down beside my bed. She started dabbing at my forehead and the coldness of the towel was a welcome sensation on my burning forehead. "There doesn't feel a bit better." Her soothing voice made me feel calm. My Ana. I don't usually like it when people take care of me but I don't mind this at all. In fact I could get used to it. Not for long though, but while I'm sick at least. She is so perfect at everything. The perfect, wife, mother, lover, and now carer. I couldn't be luckier.
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