Chapter 12
'Mr Grey?'
'Yes'
'I'm Dr Ferguson, Mrs Grey's surgeon'
I stand up, placing Christian on his feet and shake hands with Dr Cooper.
'Her name is Ana Bennet'
'Ssshhh Christian' I whisper softly to him. 'How is she?'
'She is out of surgery now, she had some internal injuries so we had to operate to remove her spleen which had ruptured, meaning she has lost a lot of blood which we are replacing. She has broken a few ribs and she also has a pretty bad concussion from a head injury, a broken wrist which is in a cast, and may need surgery but we will review it in a few days'
'Will she be ok?'
'She has a long recovery ahead of her but I think with no further complications, in time she will make a full recovery'
'Can we see her?'
Dr Ferguson looks down to Christian to answer his question.
'She is sleeping after the surgery, and she will be groggy when she wakes, due to her operation and her head injury but yes, I'll take you to her'
Dr Ferguson leads us down the corridor and up a flight of stairs. We enter the quiet ward and I see her. Christian looks for permission to enter the room and Dr Ferguson nods. He slows as he nears her bed. She looks so fragile but peaceful sleeping in the bed. She has a bandage around her head, nasal specs are hanging on her beautiful face which is covered in cuts. Her left wrist is in plaster, while her other arm is draped across her abdomen, with an IV cannula connected to a unit of blood.
Christian gently runs his fingers over her good arm before he turns to Dr Ferguson.
'Thankyou for saving my mom'
'My pleasure'
I offer my hand to him.
'We really mean it…thankyou…so much…'
'I'll come and check on her in the morning'
He shakes my hand and then turns and leaves. I walk over to the other side of the bed, reaching my hand out I gently brush the back of my hand against her cheek.
'When will she wake up?'
'I don't know…but we will both be here when she does'
He smiles and then rests his head on his folded arms on the bed so he is looking at her face.
'It will probably be a while so why don't we go and get you looked at by a doctor before she wakes up?'
'Are you sure?'
'I think she would be worried if we didn't get you checked over'
'Ok'
We go back down to the ED where a junior doctor examines him. He's fine apart from a few cuts and grazes. I hold his hand as the doctor cleans them with antiseptic, but he hardly flinches.
'Wow, you were really brave!'
'It didn't hurt' he assures the doctor.
'Well if you start to have a headache or anything else come back, ok?'
'Thankyou…Can we go back to see mom now?'
'Let's go'
We head back to Ana's room, and just I expected she hasn't moved an inch. Christian walks over to her bed and whispers something to her ear, which I don't quite catch and I suspect that was the point. I settle in the bedside chair and he plops himself at the end of the bed. The room is silent apart from the low hum of the oxygen and Ana's quiet, shallow breaths.
I notice Taylor waiting outside of the door and I wave for him to come in.
'How is she sir?'
'The doctor said she has a long way to go but he thinks she will be ok'
'Oh good'
'Taylor, why don't you take Christian to go and get something to eat? You must be hungry Christian'
'No I'm fine'
'It's ok, I will wait here in case she wakes, go and get some food and then come back'
'Ok but let's be quick'
He jumps down from the bed and follows Taylor out of the room…and for the first time in 8 years I am alone with my wife. Why did you run Ana?
You made her do it…Just when she needed you, you went all fifty shades on her…
I copy Christian by folding my arms on the bed and resting my head on them. Closing my eyes, I try to remember that day…but I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts by a hand stroking my hair. My head snaps up and she is staring at me with those huge blue eyes…
'Christian…'
