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Christian P.O.V
I felt my body tense, there was no way in hell this doctor was thinking that he would lay a hand on my Ana. He seemed to read into my thoughts, "I would never touch Ana in that way, but I do want to see if it has any negative or positive effect in her patterns." I ran my hands over my face, this was all so damn confusing. But, I nodded, "Get some rest Mr. Grey." Dr. Moreno said, "It's just as important for you to have a clear mind for this as it is for her to be willing to recover." I nodded, "Thank you, doctor."
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Ana P.O.V

I couldn't get the question out of my head…
Why did Dr. Moreno ask all those humiliating questions?
I mean…Yeah, Christian spanked me, and I could easily admit that to myself. I even sometimes was able to recognize that I….deserved it.
"Ana." I jumped slightly, and looked up to one of the nurse's who was looking at me. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah." I choked, then cleared my throat.
"Can you try to eat something, please?"
I sighed, feeling sick to my stomach,
"Can I just have one of the Ensure?"
The nurse seemed shocked, most likely expecting a fight, but nodded.
I cleared my plate, and sat back down feeling dejected.

The nurse set one of the dreaded drinks in front of me, but I didn't fight it, and instead took a few sips. My lips tingled as I thought of the small peck on the lips Christian had given me earlier that day….tears filled my eyes.
I miss him.
I heard a quiet conversation and looked up, my behavior must have alarmed the nurse, because he was on the phone now, talking to who I presumed was Dr. Moreno.

"Ana, will you come with me for a moment?" The nurse asked, hanging up the phone. I looked up at him confused and he nodded his head towards the door.
I stood and followed him,
"Where are we going?" I whispered.
"Dr. Moreno asked me to bring you to his office. He wants to see you."

I was a little confused, usually girls only got one session a day because he didn't want us becoming dependent on him. But, I didn't fight it and instead walked into the office when the nurse opened it.
The door shut behind me with a resounding click and a strange feeling of unexplainable dread set over me.
Dr. Moreno stood and leaned against his office desk,
"What's going on, Ana?" He asked, "The nurse said something upset you?"

I shook my head, "I'm fine."
"Let me help you Ana," He said, stepping forward and taking my chin in his hand.
I tried to take a step back and his grip tightened.
"I-I just miss Christian." I whispered, suddenly a little nervous.
"He isn't good for you Ana."
I stilled, "What are you talking about?" I asked, suddenly becoming defensive.
"You two aren't compatible. He isn't good for you. And personally, I think he's what drove you to your eating disorder."
What the hell?
"You're in no place to say that." I said in a cold voice.
"Actually I am. I'm your doctor."
"I don't give a damn." I replied, feeling the confident, stubborn edge of my personality come into play once more. I could only take so much, but when people started to hurt my family or the people I loved…

"Get your damn hands off of me." I said, shoving his hand away. He grabbed my hands and pinned them on either side of my head.
"This is sexual harassment." I said.
He moved my hands to above my head and pinned them there with one of his, then ran the thumb of his free hand over my face, until he reached my lips.
"Is this what you do?" I asked, breathlessly as I tried to struggle away from him.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"You work here. Because, girls here are weak, physically and emotionally. That way, you can take advantage of them, and when they come after you, you say that they're having an episode or something. You're a bastard."

His eyes darkened, and I knew I had guess correctly.
"Let me go."
He smiled, a smile that made my skin creep,
"You think it's that easy don't you?" He snarled, his grip tightened, painfully, and his hand moved down to cup my breast and pinch my nipple through my shirt and bra.
So…I did what any respectable woman would do…and spit in his face.
He let out a disgusted sound of shock and his strength ebbed as he moved to wipe at his face. I took that precious opportunity and kneed him in the groin.
He let out a startled yell, and went to the ground, I ran for the door, and felt a hand wrap around my ankle, and I screamed as I went down, hitting my head on the corner of his desk. Then, everything went dark.
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Ana
When I woke, I was in a small room, laying on one of the wanna-be examination tables. I sat up, my head was throbbing painfully, and suddenly froze. I was in one of the solitary confinement cells that were used for girls that were a danger to themselves or others. There was no furniture besides the bed, and no windows or other people. I was alone.
No…no way.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, what had happened?
I looked down to my wrists, which were aching and saw hand marks, and it all came back.
Dr. Moreno had cornered and attacked me in his office.
I debated whether or not to scream until they came to me and tell them what had happened but I knew…it was his authority over my powerlessness.

I didn't have a second more to finish my thought as the door opened, causing me to jump.
I was shocked to see Christian's sad face.
"Christian?" I whispered.
His grey eyes met mine.
"You have five minutes." The nurse said, "We'll be able to see everything." He gestured to a camera.

Christian nodded solemnly, and the nurse walked out.

"W-what's going on?" I whispered.
He walked forward, and took my hands in his.
"You attacked the doctor, Ana. He said there was a good chance you wouldn't remember because you experienced a psychotic break… then afterwards, you fell and hit your head."
"What?" I gasped. "No Christian…please…please tell me you don't believe that."
He looked at me in confusion,
"Ana…"
"Christian, please you know as well as I do that I wouldn't attack a person. I have an eating disorder, I'm not homicidal! That doctor attacked me!"
Christian had become still, sorrow in his eyes,
"Ana…he's been a doctor for 10 years, maybe you just-"
"Broke down? Reached my limit? I didn't Christian, please! You have to believe me!"
He sighed, "Alright. Tell me what happened."
I stilled, shocked that he was actually going to listen.
"You're actually going to listen?"
He seemed shocked, "Of course. I may trust that doctor, but I love you, and you'll always come first."
Tears came to my eyes, and I walked towards him. He opened his arms and he enfolded me, close to him.
"Talk to me, Ana."
I smiled sadly, and took a step back, meeting his eyes.
"I was upset last night, and one of the nurse's called Dr. Moreno and he sent for me to be brought back to his office. When I was there…he put me against the wall, and touched me…" My voice shook and I took refuge in his arms once more, and he didn't question it.
"Ana, are you sure?" He whispered, and I heard the barely contained anger behind his tone.
I nodded, "Please, Christian…do you trust me?"
He pulled me away from him, "Absolutely." He said softly.
I smiled, "I have proof." I whispered, his eyes widened,
"What?"
"It's not much."
"Tell me." He ordered quietly.
I nodded, smiling slightly at the tone to his voice that had become so familiar to me over the weeks. I always managed to push his buttons.
I pulled the sleeve of my shirt up, and held my wrist out to him.
He took it in gentle fingers and ran his finger-tips over the dark bruises,
"Son of a bitch." He growled, "I'll kill him. Give me your other wrist."
"Christian I'm f-"
"Give me your other wrist." He repeated in that disciplinarian voice.
I sighed, and handed it to him, and he pulled the sleeve back to reveal nearly identical marks.
A growl sounded, deep in his throat, and he began to move towards the door,
"No!" I cried, "Don't leave me."
He sighed, but didn't take another step towards the door, and instead, came back to me.
He pulled me into his arms once more.
"How did you even get them to let you in here?" I asked, skeptically.
I felt him chuckle, "Money can do many things, Anastasia."
I leaned back, "You bribed them?"
He nodded seriously, "Yes. I would do many things for you."
I laughed, and leaned back into him, after about 2 more minutes, he kissed my head,
"Let me go take care of this, Ana."
I pouted, and he leaned down, his lips close to my ear,
"Don't pout, only children pout, and children get punished."
The breath left my body as he took my moment of shock and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back eagerly and he chuckled, and kissed the tip of my nose. After, he smiled knowing exactly the toll he had just taken on my body. Because that one sentence was more of a tease than it was a threat.

He walked out the door then, and I was left alone in the small room.
When they brought me my first meal, I looked at it, sorrow soaking into my veins, but I reached forward and picked up the apple pieces, knowing that right this second…Christian was fighting with the hospital about my release, I'd heard about it through a female nurse that came in here and took care of me every once in a while.

When she'd been talking, she didn't know that the 'man' out there arguing for the release of his girlfriend, was Christian and his girlfriend was me.
I smiled at the thought, and began to eat more, knowing that if Christian was willing to put in effort to protect me like this, then I had to return the favor by at least trying to get better. Part of me wanted to get better anyways, and although it was hard to depend on, I knew I needed it. I used all the strength I had to focus on that small piece of me until it began to blossom in my chest, and before I knew it…I had finished the meal in front of me.
I pulled my legs to my chest, and waited out the internal battle I felt brewing inside of me between 'Steve' and my inner strength.
After a few minutes I felt 'Steve' begin to ebb, and I sighed, in relief as my inner torment went with him.

Speaking of 'Steve',…
I still want to know why I chose that name. I thought idly.

I sighed, and leaned my head against the wall, feeling bloated, as I did a lot after eating. But it was slowly becoming less annoying.

Slowly my thoughts became muddled, and my limbs became exhausted as my body worked to digest the food I had starved myself of for the last couple days since the incident with Rebecca.
Oh Rebecca…
I thought of her and how miserable I knew she had to be. She'd lost her parents at 9 years old, her older brother Thomas had dropped her here one afternoon and hadn't returned. She was alone. I wasn't, and I had taken advantage of my luck. And, I decided then –probably against my better judgment- that I was going to help her.
I had to.
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