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Fifty Shades Abandoned – Chapter Fourteen

"Little Blip?" Ana spoke out as her body and mind woke up. Realising she had no voice, she tried again and all she could do was become aware of movement around her and that someone reached for her hand. She knew that hand, she loved that touch. Christian! Oh Christian!

"Oh God, Ana, you've had me so scared," He managed, his voice verging on a full blown sob. "I almost lost you."

"The baby?" She asked him coarsely. "Is the baby okay?" Her voice was cutting in and out, her breathing was painful, her entire body was screaming at her. "The baby," Ana's main concern morphed quickly as her breathing raced. Christian answer me! Please!

Christian sat on the bed, placing his hands on her to calm her, "You're both okay now." He started slowly, "They've been monitoring you both for the last 40 odd hours." Taking a deep breath he looked at her, "You're both going to be okay now. You just need to rest."

Becoming aware of her body, Ana realised how much of her was killing her and she slowly moved her groggy, and yet extremely painful head, to look at her chest. Her breathing evened as she saw the knife was gone, but was replaced with heavy pain and white gauzing. Looking over to Christian, she saw him just staring at her.

"Are you okay?" She asked him suddenly, remembering Jack smacking the butt of the gun into Christian's copper hair. As she was reminded of that, her heart raced, she remembered everyone being involved. "Sawyer, what about him? God, is he okay, Christian? What about Mia and Kate?"

Hearing her heart race on the monitor, Christian leaned in. He had been warned to keep her calm when she woke up. "Kate and Mia should be at home resting, but keep coming here to make sure you're okay."

"Sawyer?" Ana pressed for more details, not caring for the repercussions of stress on her body.

"He's a little messed up. Mass of bruises and cuts, but he was released yesterday and came straight here. He blames himself."

"Do you?" Ana asked wearily, scared of hearing something she didn't want to hear.

"No! God no, Ana," Christian quickly spoke back and shook his head. "He was bringing you home; there was no danger at that moment. He was doing his job and you both got hurt. He was bringing you home to me."

It was as the news set in and she settled, Ana felt her emotions flare. It was as the first tear fell that Christian moved in, allowing her to position herself how she needed to for best possible comfort and relief. He just held her until she was done, soothing her, talking to her, kissing into her hair.

Coming down from her emotional high, Ana felt exhausted and all she could do was slump down and then reach out weakly for his hand. She needed to feel his touch and the separation her entrapment in the bed gave her was not fulfilling her needs.

Bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed it and rested against her knuckles. "I'm still so mad at you," He told her and he saw her face thread with confusion. "If you had just come home when I made you-"

"You wouldn't love this baby half as much as you do," She finished his sentence off for him.

"Good point well made, Mrs. Grey," Christian noted and looked to the doorway. "Seems we have visitors," Christian pointed out and nodded to the doorway as Grace led in the Carrick, Elliot and Kate.

"Fancy visitors?" Grace's voice came as she edged into the room.

Ana looked at them all, "Always." As they entered all Ana could do was smile as she felt drowned in their attention, receiving hugs and warm welcomes from them all.

"How you feeling?" Grace asked as she stood at the end of the bed. She had waited for Elliot to step in and give her a hug before he stood back and allowed Kate to take the seat by the bed.

"It hurts to breathe," Ana responded, but offered them a small smile. "It was worth it to shoot the bastard." She joked trying to ease the mood, but even the brief comic relief was beyond brief. She wondered when the mood would break because she needed less tension around her right now.

Quickly, she was wary of them all, Kate especially. She wondered if they would ever relax around her and if they would ever get over this. That thought scared her. Dipping her gaze, Ana refused to look up at any of them and then suddenly she was gently pulled into the loving arms of Kate, her smell taking over her sense, and Ana lost it entirely in that familiarity. She didn't know where she stood with Kate regardless of what she had said back whenever Jack was holding them. However, she just clung onto her best friend and cried. Soon, however, they realised that her strong cries had weakened her hold on Kate and she was only being held up by her friend's strong embrace.

"Ana," Grace's voice punctuated the moment, her hand settling on Ana's arm making her look up at her, her hold on Kate not relinquishing. "Ana, you need to rest."

Kate slowly released her friend back down into the careful hold of the pillows. It was unwanted more on Kate's behalf, but he had to take Ana's health into account. "How's Little Blip doing?" Kate asked, ignorant of everyone around.

"Apparently fine," Ana sighed, not quite convinced that the baby was fine.

"Little Blip?" Christian cut into their moment. His was tone soft and forlorn as though he had missed something important.

Kate laughed as she looked up to see Christian looking more than a little lost, "Your child already has a name."

Feeling Carrick place his arm around her waist, Grace rested her head on her husband's shoulder. "The baby's more than fine, Ana. Astonishingly, there was no abdominal trauma that would prelude a miscarriage. All of your trauma was to your chest and head. The baby is doing more than fine." She watched Ana smile a little and relax some, all of her energy going, replacing her anxiety was the pain she was in and the exhaustion that was staking claim over her entirely being. "However, you don't look quite so good, Ana."

"I'm just really tired," Ana feigned, wiping away their concern.

"Perfectly normal," Grace commented with a warm smile. She could sense Christian's worry and she knew to calm him. "She's going to be tired for a bit," She calmed him entirely.

"And she wants her husband to not worry," Ana commented and moved her head to look at him. Giving him a tired grin, she slowly spoke with a teasing tone, "Too much excitement always wears me out. You should know that, Mr. Grey." Her grin morphed as Christian relaxed some and smirked at that comment of hers.

"Bro, she's only been awake what?" Elliot asked, "Two hours?" He gave a short chuckle, "And already she's giving you the get go."

"No rest for the wicked," Ana joked, but laugh was cut short as pain bolted through her body.

"I think we need to let Ana rest," Carrick quickly prompted as the pain faded and Ana's energy dropped to an entirely new lower level. "I think we've worn her out."

Bringing her hand up to her chest where the knife was, Ana tried to settle the sudden rush of pain her body was feeling now that the numbness was dispersing. "It's fine," She told them, trying to keep the worry from bubbling. God, no more worry! Please no more.

"Baby, I think they're right," Christian quickly stepped up to the mark agreeing with them. "You need to take it slowly and all this excitement is not going to bond well."

"Fine," She gave in to him nonchalantly.

Waiting on the influx of hugs goodbye, Ana was grateful for only receiving kisses on the cheek which required her to move the least amount. The only one who hugged her was Kate and she felt how her best friend didn't really want to leave her best friend's sight. However, Christian slowly goaded her out of the room and into the safe base of Elliot's grasp.

Watching them all leave, Kate taking a longing look behind her, Christian seeing them off, and Ana felt her body wreak havoc upon her body become alive bit by bit. She guessed she had to expect this seeing as she had only just woken up and still didn't feel completely with it. She didn't know if it was the drugs in her system or the headache, but one or the other was playing an evil game on her.

It had to the headache!

At first Ana thought the pounding in her head was just her headache, but soon the pounding blasted into Jack's snide voice. Her headache was a makeup of his voice, nothing else. Closing her eyes, the whispers grew in strength and quickly his voice broke into its angry tone and screamed at her. So the gold digger married the gold miner. You had this coming to you, you bitch. Look at you, all weak and pathetic. You should enjoy being tied up. Making her my collateral. She must mean something to you. She's a gold digging bitch, Christian! Open your eyes and see her for what little she is worth. So pregnant, eh? I bet the little sucker isn't alive after this. I should have put that blade in your back. Stab you there like you did me. Bitch won't have much longer left in her.

"Ana?" Christian asked as he turned back into the room to find her staring off, her eyes glazed over, her hand on her chest as her breathing became heavy and laboured. Going to her, he placed his hands on her, breaking her from her thoughts immediately.

"I need to get up," Ana's chest heaved. Confined to the bed, Ana felt trapped and all she wanted to do was flee the situation she was caught up in. Pushing herself up she felt the pain lance through her, every nerve ending screeching at her to stop and lay back down, but her mind was screaming over Jack making her want to get free. "I need some air, Christian."

"Baby, you can't," Christian told her, trying his hardest to take control. "I know this is hard after everything and you want to get out, but you need to just rest."

"Christian, please" She pleaded desperately. Please, Christian. Get me out of here! "Please just get me a nurse or I'll get one myself!" I'll even face the fact that I'm trapped by wires and tubing and, oh gross, a catheter! Why wasn't I aware of this when I woke up? The thought made her want to push up more.

Christian sighed, knowing know good would come of this and he promptly lost his nerve with her persistence, "Will you just listen for once. For Christ sake, Ana! You need to rest before you can do anything. You nearly died in my arms!"

Allowing that moment of hopelessness and denial wash over her, Ana didn't want to revel in the moment of dread that took her victim. Shaking her head, Ana just grabbed onto Christian as she suddenly felt like she had brought this upon herself. She had refused to go back to Escala and so had opened herself up to this. She had allowed Jack to use her independence against her and had taken advantage of her to get his way.

Christian did nothing, but forget about getting a nurse and just took her into his arms.

And for the third time since waking up, Ana cried again, "I just want to go home, Christian."