Standing Still - Chapter Three

I watch as the fire fighters use the jaws of life to make an opening in the car. Within minutes they have made an opening large enough to carry the woman out of the wreckage. I help them lift her onto a waiting stretcher and together we all carry her to the nearby ambulance.

She stops breathing again the second she's placed inside and I watch helplessly as the paramedics work to bring her back. They shock her heart and I feel nauseous as I see her small body jump up on the stretcher. They get a rhythm and I sigh in relief but based on how sick she is I doubt she will make to the hospital in time.

The medics seem to agree with me and soon their calling despatch to send for the air ambulance. Luckily one is already at the scene and I hold tight to the woman's hand as the ambulance starts to move us closer to the helicopter.

"Phoebe," the woman murmurs as we're shaken inside the cab. I squeeze her hand tighter and she calls out again.

"Is that your sister," I ask trying to keep her conscious.

"My baby," she says as she fights for breath.

Oxygen is given and soon she seems calmer but she's still calling out for her baby girl. I stroke her face as I try to sooth her and she looks at me with strange almost knowing eyes.

"Christian, look after our babies," she sobs. I look at her uneasily convinced that she is going to flat line again.

"You have to keep breathing," I tell her softly.

"It's hard, is Teddy with you. He's a handful you'll need help Christian," she stutters. She's not making any sense and I'm scared that she's slipping away.

"Teddy," she asks for, her voice heartbreakingly sad.

"It's okay, you're okay. Just hang on I can see the helicopter now thorough the window."

"Charlie tango," she asks and I smile and nod my head. I don't understand what she means but she smiles back at me and seems to find some comfort.

The back of the cab doors swing open the second we stop moving and the woman is soon being pulled from the ambulance. I jump out and follow her as she's soon positioned inside the helicopter.

"Hang on, your almost there," I tell her.

"Christian don't leave me," she calls to me but I'm powerless to help as I'm pulled back. Several medics hold me as we watch the helicopters blades start to turn.

The noise is terrific and I'm blown further back by the air current. I watch as it's swallowed up amongst the clouds and I find myself praying that the poor young woman survives to see her babies and her Christian again.

Taylor's POV

It's been a long flight and I'm exhausted as the plane taxis to the airport. Christian had hoped to work the entirety of the flight but bad weather has prevented much communication with the ground.

I'm reaching for my bag when I hear my phone beeping, alerting me to several missed calls. At last my phones up and running again and I'm quick to scroll down through my messages.

I read the texts from Gail first and find myself puzzled by her concern on Ana's whereabouts. I scroll down further and find one listed important from Grace. Strange I rarely get much contact from Christian's mother so I pull up the message immediately.

I read the message and she asks me to call her as soon as we land. I find it odd that she hasn't contacted her son first but decide she probably has and he just hasn't called her back.

Dialling her cell I wait several seconds then on hearing her voice I instantly know that something is wrong.

"Hello it's Jason Taylor, what's wrong Mrs Grey," I ask.

"Jason, is Christian with you."

"He's up front chatting with the pilots, I can get him for you," I explain.

"No, don't do that. I need to talk to you, I'm afraid there's been an accident."

"Gail, is Gail alright," I shout back.

"It's Ana, she was involved in a car accident. It was very serious and she was very badly hurt."

"Is she okay," I ask faltering as I slump towards the nearest chair.

"I'm not sure she will pull though," I hear Grace sob and then all I hear is crying.

I wait hoping to give her some time to calm down but I'm on a knife edge myself and desperate for more information.

"I couldn't call my son, I'm not with him he needs someone to be with him when he hears about Ana. I couldn't call him, I'm so scared of what he'll do if she dies."

I hear more crying and oddly I find myself wiping away a lone tear. I know exactly what Christian will do if he loses his wife, I know because I know him.

"Grace, we need to tell him."

"You, please Jason. I'll talk with him when he's calmer, once he's been told."

"You know Christian, he's not going to get any calmer once he hears about this."

"Please, I can't. I can't be the person that breaks his poor heart."

I hear more crying and eventually relent, telling Grace that I will tell her son the devastating news.

"Thank you, I'll wait for your call."

"Okay, goodbye."

I hang up and will something akin to fear I walk towards the cockpit. I find Christian chatting animatedly with the pilots, he's in good spirits which sadly I'm about to kill.

Looking up his smile quickly vanishes, my face must be the prefect mirror to the pain I'm feeling at this moment.

"What's wrong," he asks stepping away from the crew.

"I need you to step outside," I explain as I lead him towards the bedroom.

We enter and I shut the door behind us then urge him to sit down on the bed. Unlike his normal controlling personality he complies and sits down heavily on the bed.

"Mr Grey, I have something to tell you, but you need to remember where we are and try not to loose it."

"What?"

"Ana's been in an accident, she's badly hurt and, and," I stutter trying to force the words from my mouth.

"AND WHAT," Christian shouts making me jump from the force of his question.

"Christian, I don't thing she's going to make it."

"MAKE WHAT, MAKE WHAT," he shouts leaping up from the bed. He dashes towards be with startling speed and pushes me up against the wall.

"MAKE WHAT, MAKE WHAT," he keeps screaming, pinning me against his body.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry," I repeat as he pulls back and lands a punch to the wall.

Pulling Christian back from the wall I hold him as tightly as I can and together we sink to the floor. I then watch as the most controlled person I have ever met falls apart right in front of me.

Sorry for any confusion with the name change but I wasn't happy with my first choice. Thank you for all your reviews.