AN sorry its a late update, busy week as always aha. Sorry that nothing happens as well!
Gail eagerly awaited the arrival of the nurse, surgeon, and doctor Christian had instructed her to call. She had done as they asked, placing them all in the recovery position, applied pressure to the wounds, and made sure they could all breath.
None of them were conscious, adding to Gails worry. She hoped they wouldn't be too much longer, if they were too late...
She banished the negativity from her thoughts. These were strong people, it wasn't just anyone that had been shot, it was people that Taylor had hired, and Taylor only hired the best.
"We need to get her out of the bath, I don't want her getting cold," Grace instructed the moment the last drop of blood had been removed from the surface of Ana's beaten body.
They had fought the knots out of her hair as gently as they could, removing the blood and letting Grace examine the cut that resided there. It was lucky Grace had had the hindsight to bring with her some of her kit, it looked like some of the wounds might need a few stitches, just to help ease the healing process along and minimise the risk of infection.
Christian helped pull Ana from the bath, wrapping her snugly into an oversized bathrobe. He cradled her body gently, kissing her forehead, before carrying her back to the bed, caring not that she would make it wet.
His phone vibrated once, and Christian dragged it hastily from his pocket, seeing an email waiting for him. Without a moments hesitation he read it, before saying it aloud, mixing it with what they had seen on her body in the bath.
"She sustained multiple punches to the face, which caused the split lip, bruised cheek and bruised eye. He hit her twice with the gun, in the same place, causing the cut on her forehead. He tried to strangle her, accounting for the fingertip bruises there. He cut her arm with a knife, I was there when he used it to scratch and cut her arm. Her red palm and nail marks on her arm are from her encounter with Elizabeth. Her knees and bruised, swollen and bleeding, from where he hit her with the gun, and she then continued to crawl on her knees, probably causing further damage," He sighed, before continuing. "He stamped on her foot, twice, causing the swelling and bruise. The marks on her stomach are from where he had held her captive, and the bruise on her spine is from where he hit her with the gun again. Anything I missed would have happened in the van or the warehouse, like the cut on the back of her head. That's from where he pushed the chair over with her on it."
Grace nodded, ideally she would have liked to have done a CT scan, but for now that would have to wait until Ana awoke. Since she and Christian had no idea of the harshness of the blows to the head, it would ease Graces mind if she could do one.
She got to work promptly, pulling out everything she needed from the small bag she had brought with her. She quickly cleaned and bandaged the wounds on her body, deciding against stitching the one on her arm, shoulder and knee. It would worsen the scarring, and they weren't that deep. Plus it would also mean the bother of removing them.
"I need you to roll her over for me," Grace told Christian. "And move her hair out of the way for me."
Once again Grace decided against stitches, going instead for butterfly stitches. It would mean Grace wouldn't have to cut them out.
Once done, Christian rolled Ana back onto her back once more, while Grace did a once over.
"If you don't mind, I will stay the night," Grace said, addressing Christian, who nodded. "Ana sustained a fair amount of head trauma, I would like to be here when she wakes up, see if we need to order a scan for her. Head injuries are unpredictable at the best of times."
Christian nodded and guided Grace from the room, and into the second, smaller bedroom.
"The fact she stayed awake for so long is very promising," Grace said, smiling to her panicked looking son. Christian nodded once more, and went to leave the room.
"I will come and get you when she wakes," He said, making his way back to Ana.
The doctor entered the elevator, entering in the code he had been told into the keypad. Smoothly the elevator began to rise.
He looked to the nurse before him, the nerves evident on her face. She was new to the situation, and the contracts she had signed overwhelmed her. It was a shame his usual assistant was elsewhere this evening, but the women beside him was more then capable at dealing with the situation at home. The surgeon beside her looked calm and collected.
The doors opened moments after the elevator came to a stop. He ignored the mess of the flat before him, and stepped out, walking towards the women waiting for him, the surgeon a step behind.
The nurse took a deep breath and swallowed, eyes glancing to the scenes around her. She could see the beauty of the apartment, even through the mess and blood that marred it. The surgeon ignored his surroundings, focused on what he was being paid to do; keep Christian Greys employees alive.
"I haven't moved them," the women said quietly, playing nervously with her clothes. She was still in her night gear, and looked visibly dishevelled, with trace amounts of blood on her clothes. "They are all in the recovery position, breathing, but unconscious. Mrs Grey had already tied the area above Prescotts wounds."
"I think the first thing to do would be to examine them to see if it would be best to move them first," He told her, she nodded and turned to leave the room. "Is there excessive bleeding of the gunshot wound?"
"No, the bleeding must at one point have been quite bad due to the blood on her skin and clothes surrounding the wound," Gail began to explain, walking towards Ryan. "However, the bleeding seems to have eased, if not completely stopped."
The doctor knelt beside the patient, examining his head trauma. The nurse busied herself with taking Ryan's pulse.
"How is his pulse?" The doctor asked, standing once more.
"Its strong," the nurse said, standing as well.
"Lets move him to the bed, set up and IV, and take a note of his blood pressure," he told them. "Gail, if you can show us to the room?"
Gail nodded, as the doctor and surgeon lifted Ryan, while the nurse slid a stretcher below him. The three of them carried him, trying to keep him as flat as possible. Gail exited the room the minute they were ready, leading the way.
She opened the door, walking in and standing out of the way as they lowered him to the bed, removing the stretcher from below him.
"I want you to put some butterfly stitches onto the cut on his head, its easier then stitching it, plus its not deep enough to warrant stitches," He told the nurse. "Hook him up to an IV, and record his BP and HR."
She nods and sets to work, while Gail and the two medical practitioners leave the room.
"Can I see the gun shot victim please?" The surgeon asks, and Gail nods. She stands beside Prescotts unconscious body, while the two men quickly crouch beside her. The doctor takes note of her pulse, and pulls her eyes open, shining a light into them.
"The bullet in her arm seems close to the surface," The surgeon mutters, taking a closer look. "And it doesn't appear to be obstructing a blood vessel, she lost a fair amount of blood from the wound, so its highly unlikely it would be anyway. I can see no complications from removing it."
"The clothing they wear has a protective element to it in cases of emergency, but its minimal due to the hot weather we have been having," Gail explained. The surgeon didn't reply, instead looking to the wound in Prescotts thigh.
"This appears much the same, I think it will be safe to move her to the bedroom before we get to work," He stands once more. "I would like to have her hooked up to some fluids and blood, as well as be sufficiently medicated before I attempt to remove the bullet. It will be extremely painful, and I can't risk her waking and trying to move. As well as that we may encounter complications, and some blood vessels may need cauterizing."
Gail nodded and the nurse returned to the room.
"We need to move her," The doctor said standing and addressing the nurse beside him. She nodded and they repeated the earlier process.
Once she was on the bed the surgeon detailed the nurse on his conclusions. She set to work while Gail led them to Sawyer, the last victim remaining in the apartment to be seen to.
The surgeon and doctor set to work, while Gail stood there helpless and shell shocked, not that they needed her help anyway. Her eyes glanced to the blood on the wall, the ruined paintings, the stained wooden floor and she dug her nails into her palm hard.
How could she erase this from her mind? A fresh coat of paint and new flooring would erase the marks, but it was embedded in her memory, the pain someone had tried to inflict on Mr Grey. Who would want to do this to Mr and Mrs Grey? They were such nice people, and in no way deserved any of this.
A tear fell from her eyes as she looked to Sawyer. Ryan, Prescott and Sawyer didn't deserve any of this either, to be so beaten and hurt. She quickly wiped the tear away, she always got emotional when she was tired, but right now she needed to snap out of it. They might need her help.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked to see Taylor standing besides her, eyes full of untold emotions. Gail was surprised she hadn't heard the elevator open, but she didn't dwell on it.
Before she even had the chance to smile at him, Taylor had pulled her towards him, wrapping her in his arms, breathing in her scent. She bit back the tears that threatened to spill over, the nights worries threatening to overwhelm her. Taking a deep breath, she let Taylors scent fill her nostrils, letting it calm her errant emotions.
"How are they?" Taylor asked, rubbing her back soothingly.
"Unconscious. Ryan's wounds don't seem to be too serious, and the bullets are shallow in Prescotts arm and leg. They are looking at Sawyer now, but I couldn't focus," Gail seemed apologetic that she didn't know much about Sawyer. He had had the most fight in him, reminding her of Taylor. Gail thanked her lucky stars Taylor wasn't here, she couldn't bear it if he ended up like one of them three; not that she really thought he would. If he was here then maybe none of this would have happened...
He leant down and kissed her forehead, he was pushing back thoughts about Jack Hyde's fate. Hyde was dead now, and was the least of their worries from the look of the apartment and the people that usually inhabited it.
They heard soft footfalls, the nurse was returning, and they let each other go. Both the doctor and surgeon had blood covered gloves on, and the gaping wound on Sawyers leg was now bandaged. Gail wondered briefly what they had done to it, but felt strangely squeamish. Maybe it was best she had tuned out.
"Do you mind leading the way once more Gail?" The doctor asked, and once again she nodded. Taylor moved towards his comrade, and helped them to move him, Gail walking ahead to show them the way. They set Sawyer down, and Gail and Taylor left them to do what Christian was paying them to do.
"We will be waiting in the kitchen for you," Gail told them, they nodded to her, leaving the room with her, and vanishing into Prescotts.
Christian looked at his wife from the chair he had pulled to the side of the bed. Intently he watched the rise and fall of her chest, scared to touch her. Tentatively he rubbed the back of her hand gently with his finger tips, slowly gaining enough confidence to rest his hand on top of hers, enclosing his fingers around hers.
He couldn't help but think about the empty threats he had thought of while stuck in that damn aeroplane. Looking at her now, he knew he couldn't never truly beat her; no matter how mad she made him.
Looking at the bruises and abrasions that were dotted across her body and face were terrible enough, without having to feel the guilt of knowing he had done it. It would probably kill him.
Instead he just felt angry, angry that anyone had done that to her, and that he had given them the chance to. But anger was an emotion that he was used to dealing with, and he took comfort knowing that the man who had caused all of this was now most likely dead.
His eye lids felt heavy, emotions were a sensation he was not used to. They made him feel drained and tired, he had no emotional stamina. He had never needed it before Ana had come into his life.
He stood from the chair, and made his way to the other side of the bed, laying down a fair distance from her. If he fell asleep on the bed, her slightest movement would awaken him.
He closed his eyes, praying that when he opened them again, everything will once again be OK.
The delight in his eyes was evident as he watched their bodies burn. He poured more gasoline over them, just for good measure. Being paid to do what he loved; this is the life.
He put the bottle on the floor, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag, closing his eyes as he did so. Eyes open, he released the breath, watching as the smoke joined the smoke coming from the burning bodies.
It was a shame Taylor had lost his taste for this sort of stuff, he was once one of the best, maybe even better then himself. Taylor having a daughter and a wife made him lose his edge, made him develop a heart and emotions. The man scoffed, remembering what Taylor had said to him at the time.
Taylor had sounded so weak, and that was the last time they had seen each other. Taylor had left that day, securing himself a job with Christian Grey.
He hadn't bothered to keep in touch, he could live without another talk about emotions, especially from someone that had once been so cold, ruled by logic.
Besides, he had also long since left that job; this job was far more appealing, no one to rationalise things to, no orders, just complete freedom as long as an end goal was completed.
He sat down beside the warmth of the fire, smirking at the idea of melting some marshmallows over it. He wished they could have called him earlier, he could have had some real fun with these two; especially the woman.
Gail and Taylor positioned themselves around the breakfast bar, brandy in the glasses they both clutched in their hands.
"How is he doing?" Gail asked, sipping the brandy. She didn't usually like it, but right now it was just what she needed. It didn't take too much to ignore the taste and burn.
"I have never seen him like it," Taylor sighed. "There isn't much to say. As you can tell, we got Ana away, and ourselves all but unscathed."
"What about..." Gail didn't want to say his name, it felt like poison in her mouth, probably because that man was poison.
"Do you really want to know what happened to him?" Taylor asked, watching her reaction intently. "I thought as much. All you need to know is he will no longer be of any worry to us."
Gail nodded, downing whatever was left in her glass. She didn't want to know how it had happened, or if he was alive or dead; although there was no way on this earth Christian would allow that man to live. She pushed the glass away from her, and placed her elbow onto the counter, leaning on the palm of that hand.
"I never really knew what I was signing myself up for when I took this job," Gail sighed. "The red room, Mr Greys constant mood swings... you."
"What do I have to do with this Gail?" Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow, mildly amused.
"You being so overcautious, makes me so nervous and paranoid! What with all this as well," Gail closed her eyes, and Taylor raised his hand to her cheek, cupping it.
"Everything will be OK now," He said, reassuring the blonde before him.
Ana was back on the blanket, sunning herself in the warm midday sun. She smiled to herself, using all of herself control to force herself to stand.
"Mummmmyyyy!" A young boy screamed, and Ana turned, walking swiftly towards the source, as the long grass tickled her legs.
"Yes baby?" The words escaped her mouth as she walked.
"Over here mummy!" He squealed in delight. She heard the soft patter of small feet, and she knew she was now part of some sort of game.
"RARRR!" He pounced on her, and she pulled him into her arms, swinging him around as she did so. He leant back, and she watched his copper curls sway as she moved, his grey eyes crinkled in delight. She came to a stop, laughing with her baby.
"Down!" He instructed, and she obeyed, watching him trot off through the long grass. Curious and at a loss of what else to do, she followed him.
"Daddy!" He called.
"You have to come find me Teddy!" A man called back, a voice Ana knew only too well. The voice of a playful fifty.
"RAR!" This time it came from Christian, not Teddy, who simply squeaked in delight as his dad scooped him into his arms.
Christian grinned widely at Ana, and walked towards her, baby in arm.
"Thank you," he whispered to her, kissing her softly.
As he pulled away, Ana knew she had a stupid grin on her face, but she couldn't help it; everything about this was perfect.