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Please, God no. This can't be happening.

I stand in the water, the blood slowly trickling down my inner thighs, down the length of my legs and into the bath. Looking over to Christian for help he just stands there, frozen, staring at the blood. I want to scream out to him, I want to scream out to anyone. Please don't take my baby. Not my Blip.

"Christian." I whisper to him, every part of me violently shaking.

His eyes fixate on my legs. He doesn't even look as if he's breathing. He's completely motionless.

"CHRISTIAN!" I shout to him, rousing him. His grey eyes bolt upwards meeting mine, wide and scared. "Christian, help me out of the bath and go get Grace."

"I..."

"Christian, you need to get me out." I spit through gritted teeth, going into survival mode and fighting back the part of me that wants to curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

Finally he moves, rushing to my side and helping me from the bath. He's desperately trying to avoid looking down past my stomach, focusing on my eyes as he holds me. I can see the tears starting to well up in his eyes. I won't be able to cope if he starts, knowing that this will be the straw that breaks my back. Come on Ana, be strong for Blip. For all of you.

I watch as Christian leans down and grabs the towel that slipped through his fingers moments before. He gently wraps it around me, remaining silent.

"Christian, you need to go and get your Mom. I'm going to get dressed."

"Dressed?" He stares at me as if I'm speaking a foreign language.

"Christian we're going to have to go to the hospital. I need to get dressed."

As my tongue flickers around 'hospital' his eyes narrow; I can see him shutting down inside, shutting down his emotions. I push him away, in the direction of the door. He soon picks up his feet and runs out, pounding down the stairs shouting for his Mom, the pain evident in his voice.

"Please be safe. I'll do anything for you to be safe." I run my fingers over the towel, through to my stomach.

I know it won't be long before they sprint back up the stairs and find me. I can't do this. I can't lose you, Blip. I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, clutching the towel under my arm. My mind is empty, just concentrating on our baby. Our beautiful baby who's supposed to be safe and healthy - I'm supposed to keep him safe.

"Ana?" I hear Grace running into the room, her breath heavy and fast, only slightly quieter than Christian's.

I turn to face them, watching them as they come into the room. Grace rushes to my side but he stays by the door, hovering there.

"Ana, how much blood have you lost?" I meet her eyes as she kneels in front of me.

"I don't know, it looked a lot but I was in the water."

"Is there much on the towel?" I shift on the bed, moving the towel from under me, looking down at the red stain on perfect white.

"It's not too much, that's promising. Are you in pain?"

"What?"

"Are you having an cramps, stabbing pains in your stomach?"

"No, I can't feel anything." The first tear starting to fall from my eyes.

"It's okay Ana." Graces holds on to my hand that's fisted in my lap. "Christian?" She lifts her head over to the door where he's standing. "Christian dear, go and get the car ready. I'll help Ana get dressed and we'll go to the hospital."

I can't turn around to look at him, seeing him this way is too much for me. I need to keep it together if I have any chance of holding on to Blip. I'll do anything.

Grace is my calming force, holding on to my hand as we walk over to the dresser and pull out some sweats and one of Christian's t-shirts. She tried to reassure me after looking at the blood flow, telling me that I shouldn't worry until we get to the hospital, then we can see what is happening. How am I not supposed to worry? I could be losing one of the two most important things in my life.

She helps me down the stairs, meeting Christian at the bottom; Carrick at his side with an arm around his back. I can't bring myself to look at either of them, gripping on to Grace's hand as we walk of the house to the waiting SUV, Taylor standing attentive with the door open for us.

I sit in between Grace and Christian in the car, Carrick and Taylor in the front. Taylor's driving fast, hitting eighty on the interstate in a rush to get us to the hospital. Grace wraps her hands around mine but it's not enough. Christian's hands are limp in his lap. Glancing up at him through my lashes I see his face lowered, dipped to stare at his hands. His empty hands.

"Okay, Mrs Grey? I'm Doctor Phillips."

I adjust the paper gown around me, watching Dr Phillips flick through some notes on the desk beside the bed. She looks overly tired, bags hanging under her brown eyes, her sleek black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail.

We were rushed straight into one of the side rooms when we arrived, Christian shouting at them that we needed help. The only time he's spoken is to shout at someone. He refuses to speak to me, or even touch me. When I stalked off into the bathroom to change into the gown his eyes barely flickered from his feet. I had some relief, when I changed, to see that I hadn't lost anymore blood, but fear still lingers in the corner.

"Okay, right. I'm just going to run a tracer on your stomach, it's a bit like a sonogram but it'll just be audio. It'll be listening out for any fetal heart beat."

Any heart beat?

She opens up the front of my gown, revealing my stomach to place the tracer on me. She presses it around my stomach, the machine making some weird squeaking noises, a faint thudding in the background though I know that's just my heart.

Please find something.

I look up at her eyes as she continues to press around, prodding my stomach with the machine. Her eyes are dark and narrow, desperate to find anything. But there's nothing to hear. I've lost him, I know I have.

My world starts to collapse around me, my lip starting to quiver and the tears falling rapidly down my face.

"Ah, there we go!" Dr Phillips exclaims, a smile beaming across her lips.

I hold my breath and listen intently, the loud thudding bursting out of the machine. A rapid, repetitive thumping of a heart beat.

"Oh my God." I sob, tears of happiness and thanks. BLIP!

"Nice, strong heart beat. Everything seems to fine, you've got a strong one in there."

"What about the bleeding?" Christian bolts from his chair over to my side. I hope for a second that he'll wrap his arms around me, or at least take my hand in his, but he keeps them fisted at his side.

"The physical examination came back clear. The bleeding was slow and there were no clots or cramps, that suggests that you probably ruptured some cervical membranes from the fall you sustained. The fact that the bleeding has now stopped is a good sign. Everything looks fine." She smiles at me, looking at Christian briefly. "Mr Grey, I don't see anything for you to worry about."

"You're positive?"

"If you experience any pains or any heavy bleeding you'll need to come back in. You might experience some light bleeding tonight, or tomorrow morning, this is normal. I would suggest you make an appointment with your OB/GYN for a check up."

"I'll book an appointment with Dr Greene as soon as."

"Just remember to take it easy for the next week or so, Mrs Grey. No lifting or walking for long periods of time. Keep hydrated and your iron levels up, and try not to keep your stress levels down." Dr Phillips offers her hand to both of us as she clutches her notes to her chest. She take Christian's first.

"Could stress have played a part?" Christian's voice solemn and cold.

"Considering the nature of the fall I think not, but it'll be a good idea to just relax for a while." She reaches across to me, stretching out her hand.

I grab her hand in both of mine and squeeze hard. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Christian?" I pull the duvet up to my face and flop my arms out over the top.

"Yes?" He replies, still in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

Switching off the light behind him he emerges, his pyjama bottoms hanging from his hips in that way I love, his t-shirt clinging to his chest.

"Ana what is it?" Panic rising in his tone.

"I just want you in here."

He pulls back the duvet from on the other side of the bed, sliding in beside me. I roll on to my side to face him. He reaches out his arm and pulls me into his chest, my head resting on him. This is what I've wanted all night; to be in his arms, just to have any sort of contact with him.

"I'm never leaving you again. No matter what you say I shouldn't have left you today."

"Christian -"

"Ana, no. Listen to me." He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath my head and hand, resting across his torso. "If I was here, you wouldn't have come after me, you wouldn't have fainted on the staircase because you wouldn't be freaking out over me running out on you. I fucking caused this."

"Christian this is not your fault. I won't allow you to blame yourself. Elena was the one who caused me to faint. If she hadn't sent that stupid fucking basket to me I wouldn't have stressed out over it. I was just going to throw it out and ignore it, but you found it."

"You shouldn't have to deal with this. I'll sort it out. I promise you." His fingers find their way to my hair, stroking it and massaging my scalp lightly.

"How? You said you don't want anything to do with her?"

"I'll find a way. She won't contact you again. I'll make sure of it." I feel his lips press against the top of my head.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'll get a lawyer and a fucking restraining order against her."

I nuzzle into his chest further, kissing him through his t-shirt.

"I love you Christian."

"I love you too. I was praying tonight, that you'd both be okay."

"Me too." I whisper.

"Come on, sleep. You've had a horrible night."

"Please don't leave me." I sob against him, clutching him to me.

"Ana, I'm not going to leave you."

"I just want to wake up and you be here next me. I hate waking up alone."

"You'll never have to wake up alone again. I'll always be here. No matter what. I promise you."