Fifty shades at Fault
Chapter 12
…to those who wait.
A/N: I know, I know later than I expected to post but here you go. I want to thank those of you who left suggestions for the story. They sound good! I'm thinking of using a few. Awesome!
"She's in surgery right now. Please, have a seat and a doctor should be with you soon."
Grace nodded and thanked the young girl for this small tad of information. Granted it may not have been much but enough to allot her distraught son a bit of much needed hope and ease of mind. He was sorely in need of them for the more he frantically paced back and forth raking his long slender fingers through his shaggy copper hair the more he feared the thought of a sad inevitable. She walked up behind and gently tapped him on the shoulder, "Christian," He jumped at the sound of his name and turned quickly to face his mother praying she'd be able to pass him a few words of comfort. "Ana is in surgery right now. They won't know more for a while yet so I advise that you and Jason go sit and wait until a doctor comes out with more word on her condition. Carol and I are going to walk around and see if there's anything we can find out."
"I'm going with you!" cries a panicked Christian.
Grace looks straight into his worried gray eyes and puts one hand on his unshaven face, "I say it's better if you wait here darling. You're too upset and on edge. You need to calm down first or you'll be no good to anyone, least of all, Ana. Jason, please take him over to the waiting area where Luke and that other gentleman are sitting and you two do the same!" She motions for Dr. Greene to join her and they disappear down a wide hospital corridor.
Taylor respected her wishes and without haste led his reluctant boss over to the one spot in the lobby whose soul purpose was for nervous angst-ridden people like Christian, to sit and visit with others feeling just the same whilst playing the all-mighty waiting game. He nodded at Luke in recognition and gave him a sly smirk which was quickly returned in what was probably acknowledgment of some ongoing 'Grey' joke between the two of them.
Christian finds it far too difficult to relax. He fidgets in his seat, taps his foot non-stop and drums his fingers on the arm of the straight-back chair. Out of appreciation for watching over Ana and Teddy these past tumultuous months he gives Sawyer a deserving smile. But gives Greg an evil eye. Who is this fucker? What the fuck is he doing here? How the fuck does he know Ana? He better not be fucking her or he'll be fucking dead!
Sawyer feels the time is now to intercede with needed introductions. "Uh, Greg, this is Christian Grey, Ana's husband. Mr. Grey this is Greg…"
"Gregson Christiansen, the billionaire playboy right?" Christian snidely replies, putting the emphasis on playboy.
Greg chuckles and with cool sophistication answers, "Funny how the media likes to label a person, huh? Yes, I'm wealthy but no, I'm not a playboy. And if I'm not mistaken you've dealt with the same problem yourself aka trying to live down a false rumor."
With a smoldering ire, Christian utters, "Touche."
Sawyer clears his throat deciding that an explanation regarding Greg and Ana's innocent relationship is definitely in need if the green in Christian's eyes are to revert back to their normal shade of gray. "Ahem, Greg here is Ana's best friend, Trudy King's cousin. We were all at the park together when she went into labor. Trudy took Teddy with her and we followed the ambulance here to the hospital."
Christian's expression softens, "Thank you." he mutters to Greg.
He accepts the offering with a quick nod and goes back to flipping through an old issue of Time magazine.
Christian turns to face Taylor, "God I wonder where my mother is."
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Grace and Carol
The two good doctors escape down the long hospital corridor, their heels making a clicking sound as they walk. "I've never seen Christian so on edge before." Dr. Greene confides, "Not even when his son was being born."
"Yes I know. It's because of Ana. He's always worried about her safety but even more now since he hasn't seen her for four months"
"Tell me honestly, Grace, do you see any hope that their relationship can be salvaged? Not that it's any of my business but you know what they say about curiosity."
Grace breaths a sigh, "That depends solely on Ana. I do hope so though. I hope she can find it in her heart to forgive him." She inquires on the surgical schedule and is informed of the surgeon performing Ana's C-section: Dr. Kenneth Allen. The name sounds familiar to her. Of course, now it comes back to her. He was one of the doctors she had met two weeks ago. Out of the corner of her eye Grace notices a rather weary pair of dark green scrubs rounding a corner on the right. She couldn't be more delighted that the doctor wearing the scrubs is Dr. Allen. "Hello, Dr. Allen. I'm Dr. Grace Trevelyn and this is Dr. Carol Greene. You may not remember me I was a member of the tour that took place here two weeks ago. I see that you were assigned my daughter-in-law Anastasia Grey's surgery. I just wanted to ask how it turned out and how Ana fared?"
"I do remember you Dr. Trevelyn." Exclaimed the tall, silver haired man. "How have you been? I had no idea you were related to Mrs. Grey."
"Yes, she's married to my son, Christian Grey. So about the surgery."
"What a coincidence. I was just about to inform the family but I'm glad I ran into you first. You're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you. You see, Ana die on the table…"
Poor Grace gasped from horror and almost fainted onto the floor if not for Dr. Greene having a tight grasp of her arm. "Oh my poor Christian and Teddy!"
"Wait, wait! You didn't let me finish! Like I said, she died on the table and just as we were about to call 'time of death' is when we get a heartbeat."
"So, so she is alive?" asks a stunned paled Grace.
"Yes, yes indeed. They just took her back to ICU."
"And the baby?"
"Very tiny. She's been put in an incubator and moved to the nursery for observation. There is a problem however. It concerns her breathing. Right now it's very shallow. They're checking but we think it might have to do with the fact her lungs aren't as fully developed as they should be yet."
"I see. You don't mind if Dr. Greene and I take a peek at her do you?"
"Of course not! Please, go right ahead. I'll just go and inform the other family members about Mrs. Grey."
"Oh, uh about that. If you could by chance do me a favor and not mention the part about her dieing on the table. I don't think my son could handle knowing that part right now."
Dr. Allen understands and nods in agreement, "You're right. That would sound better coming from your mother. Thanks for the heads up." He turns but a thought comes to his mind first, "Oh, and the baby? I'm sure he'll ask. Anything you don't want me to tell him?"
Grace thinks for a bit on what Christian's reaction might be, "No, I think it would be okay to tell him everything. She's his child, he needs to know." Not envious one bit of the doctor's next task, she and Dr. Greene head toward the nursery to check on her newest grandchild.
Leaving Dr. Allen the duty of finding a neurotic Christian on his own.
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Neurotic Christian and the others
Whilst Taylor tries his best to keep Christian from having a panic attack Sawyer decides to make himself useful. "Thanks for the coffee Luke." Greg says upon being handed a piping hot plastic cupful.
Christian, who a this point is about as calm as a caged bull, manages a small smile of gratitude when handed his cup which pleases Sawyer since that's more than he expected to receive.
Taylor nods his appreciation and is quick to notice a tired figure in green medical garb walking toward their anxious group. "I think that's the doctor now, boss."
Christian's eyes grow wide; his anxiety jumps. He rises in a frenzy,…
Dr. Allen saunters over to meet them with an outstretched hand, "Hello, I'm Dr. All…"
…and before the introduction is complete he lunges and frantically yells, "How's my wife?!"
A taken-aback doctor calmly replies, "You must be Mr. Grey." Thankful for being warned ahead of Christian's obvious delicate state of mind he continues to answer the query. "She's fine. They've taken her to ICU…"
"When can I see her?!"
"Oh, not for a while yet. She needs rest and monitoring. I suggest waiting until tomorrow."
Christian tenses, his eyes narrow; "I demand to see her now!" he growls."
"I'm sorry Mr. Grey I can't let you, not yet. Wouldn't you like to know about your daughter though?"
A goofy grin appears on the new father's face and his disposition mellows. "Yes, of course, my baby. Where is she? How is she? Can I see her?"
"She's over in the nursery and being that she premature we naturally had to put her in an incubator. The staff was quick to notice a difficulty in her breathing largely due to the underdevelopment of her lungs. Yes, by all means go see her. Your mother and Dr. Greene are there right now. You're welcome to join them if you wish. I'll even take you there myself. Follow me." Dr Allen pats the over-the-moon poppa on the shoulder and leads him to visit the newest addition to the Grey family.
Jason scratches his head and lets out a deep breath, "Is that poor sap wound tighter than two thousand drums or what! He's been like that for hours now. Ever since Grace told him about Ana."
"Well he wouldn't be so wound up if I hadn't called Grace! I panicked! Though I knew she was back in Seattle, I called her anyway. I felt one of the Grey's should know that Ana might be dieing and who better than the one who already knew of Ana's condition. But now, and she's tried so hard to keep her anonymity." Luke holds his head in his hands and moans, "When Ana finds out she's going to kill me!"
Ana in ICU
It's dark, quiet. So quiet. Swirling. Darkness. Light, I see light. Reach the light. Craggy mountainside, climb. Hard, hurting. Fingers bleeding. Arms sore. Clawing. Must climb. Almost to top. Reach ledge. Slippery. Can't hold. Have to, Please! Help, I need help. Take hand. Pull. No! No! Don't let me… No! I, I can't! I'm…AWwwww….falling, dark. Swirling, deeper, down, darker…dark… dark….noooooo….
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
