AN: Thanks for taking the time and reading my story I can't actually believe how many people have looked at it and the last chapter already! Xoxo

Chapter 11

Christians POV

Taylor races to the hospital dodging other motorists as we swerve in and out of the traffic. I laid into Sawyer on the phone. Fucking idiot, why the hell didn't he tell me? He said on the phone that Ana was okay, that she only had a fall but I'll only believe it when I see it. She better be okay or I'm going to rip Sayer a new asshole!

"It's not his fault, Sir" Taylor says from the front seat, obviously reading my facial expressions. I grunt in reply.

When we arrive at the hospital I jump out of the car, whilst Taylor parks the SUV, and rush into the hospital ignoring the blonde at reception and heading for where Sawyer told me they were. Outside the room labelled 127 stand an anxious looking Luke and Gail. When they see me they look relived I don't fucking know why. I'm seething!

Luke stands up straight and begins to walk over to me, before he has a chance to explain I hold up my hand to stop him. I am not in the mood to hear anything and he now knows it. He takes a quick step back and gestures to the door he was standing in front of. Inside it's dimly lit and the machines are the only thing creating a sound, I can see a lump lying in the bed. I stand there for a moment just staring at it, trying to wrap my head around the fact that my beautiful wife is laying in that ugly scratchy bed. I walk up to the side of the bed where there is a chair. The first thing I notice is how peaceful Ana looks in sleep and then I notice

She looks so… small. I reach out and stroke her face, she stirs slightly but doesn't wake.

"Mr. Grey I presume?" A woman standing in the doorway speaks to me. I nod at her putting my attention back on Ana. "Well I hope you are or I will have to call security?" she says and I nod again, I'm not sure if I could speak even if I wanted to I just want to use all my energy to fix my wife, my body feels like it's completely numb and my brain is racing. "Excuse me but would it be too much to ask to get a verbal response?" This woman is ridiculous, does she not realise who she is talking to and would she even care? Before I get a chance to reply Grace walks in and my anger is stopped in its tracks, thank god because I do not want to get thrown out of here.

"Christian, Joanne, I see you've met" Grace says as she walks over to me giving this 'Joanne' a very stern look "Dr Whyte, I'd like you meet my son Christian Grey and you've already met my daughter-in-law" Grace says gesturing to the bed. For a moment it looks like Dr. condescending looks like she is going to bolt from the room under the gaze of Dr Grace Trevelyan-Grey. "Why don't you tell us what seems to be the problem here?" Grace seems to have an issue with this woman so I guess her attitude towards me wasn't reserved for me.

"Well when I came in your son was…." The doctor starts but Grace shakes her head.

"I meant with Ana" Grace states.

"Oh… Well… she has a mild concussion and a couple of stiches but that's about it, I did ask her to monitor her weight at home as well but that's about it."

"What's wrong with her weight?" I ask. She is most definitely not obese or underweight she is a perfect amount, I'd guess around 130lbs.

"Well, Mr Grey it's a bit on the low side and we would just like it to increase a little bit, we checked he blood pressure and that's low too but it doesn't look like anything to worry about given the circumstances of today."

"How can it be low? She is at a perfectly normal weight!"

"She…"

"I know my wife!" I say raising my voice slightly. There's movement from beside me and I look down as Anastasia's eyes open to reveal the most soothing blue irises. "Ana, baby, are you okay how do you feel?" I ask ignoring everyone else in the room. I help her to sit up and take a sip of her water

"You're back!" she says after swallowing she looks so excited but at the same time I can see she is not comfortable, maybe about being in the hospital. "I'm fine, I fell out of the bath and hit my head thank goodness Luke and Gail were there otherwise I would have no idea what I would have done" she explains.

"As long as you feel fine now." I kiss her forehead and look at the doctor, "when can we leave?"

"Now if you wish, but keep an eye on the stitches they'll disappear once the wound has healed and no strenuous exercise." The doctor says. I walk with the doctor outside whilst Grace helps Ana get out of the gown and into the clothes that Sawyer packed, I still haven't spoken to him but I am a lot calmer now than I was when I walked in. Once outside of the room the doctor turns around and says "Mr. Grey please don't take offence of the way I acted earlier, I just take security very seriously."

"I know doctor and I appreciate it, now what were you saying earlier about her weight?"

"Well we calculated her BMI and it was about 19.1"

"That's impossible she would have to be on the lower end of the healthy weight spectrum"

"Yes Mr Grey, she weighs about 117lbs" DR Whyte says.

"WHAT? That's impossible!" I say, there is no way Ana could weigh that little!

"I suppose if you see her every day you may not notice a weight loss." She says

"There is no way she can weigh that little, you've got it wrong" I can't believe that for one moment.

"Is there any reason she may want to lose so much weight?"

"No." I say bluntly, the doctor nods and I walk away, I don't need to hear this right now, when I walk back into the room Ana has changed and is in a pair of jeans and a sweater, both just seem to hang off her small frame she's so tiny the doctor is right she is so thin, how could I have missed this. Thinking about it I haven't spent much time with her over the last few weeks but why wouldn't she eat? Grace must notice it too because she gives me a concerned look.

I run on autopilot all the way out of the hospital Ana is too tired to talk and I think everyone is walking on eggshells because of how today has turned out, its certain that we have all noticed Ana's weight loss in those close but I doubt any one will say anything on account of my face which I just no is set in a 'don't even look at me' face. I can't believe I missed the weight loss, is it my fault? Did I do something wrong? Should I ask?

I feel like I should leave it until we are in the privacy of our own home before I blow a gasket.

Oh god, what am I going to do…

AN:So hey guys, I'm really sick at the moment so I'm spending time just relaxing and writing, I hope 2016 is treating you well and that you like this new chapter. I wonder what Christians reaction will be when they finally get home? Please leave reviews. Thanks xoxo