CPOV
"Perfect. Send the final paperwork over and I'll sign them. Thank you." I slam the phone down and sigh. Finally this acquisition is finished! I've been working on this for a few months now. Now that that's out of the way, I can focus on other things. I look at the picture of Ana on my desk and smile. Things sure have changed for me. I've never had a picture of anyone on my desk before, yet there's one now. Along with that is a coffee mug that Ana gave me that says "World's Best Boyfriend". I smile and chuckle to myself. Such cheesy things never had place in my life before. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of police sirens below me. Probably another idiot driving on the streets not paying attention.
"Mr. Grey, it's time for your meeting down in accounting," Andrea's voice comes on the speaker.
"Thank you Andrea" I respond.
An hour later, I'm still sitting in this, what was supposed to be short, meeting. My mind is wandering other places. I wonder if Ana is having fun with Kate and what they're talking about and buying. Knowing Ana she probably didn't buy anything for herself. I just wish she'd text me back. I've texted three times. Come to think of it, nobody has texted or emailed back all morning. Not even Elliot. He's usually the first to text back. I look at the screen of my BlackBerry and see that there are no signal bars. That definitely explains it, but why the fuck isn't it working? I run a multi-billion dollar company; can't I at least get some fucking signal in my building? I excuse myself from the meeting and allow Ros to take over.
On the way back to the elevator I'm met by Andrea who looks panicked.
"Mr. Grey! There are a lot of urgent messages for you. Your Mother just called and stated that you need to come to the hospital right away!" Andrea says out of breath.
"Did she say why?" I sound panicked now.
"Miss Steele was taken by Ambulance about an hour ago. She's in the emergency room!"
"Thank you Andrea. I'm taking the rest of the day off!" I say while running down the emergency stairs to the parking garage. Fuck! What happened? Not my Ana!
It took me all of 10 minutes weaving in and out of traffic at a high speed to get to the hospital. When I arrive, it's busy and I don't see anyone I know. I don't see my Mom either. I go to the nurses' station to see where Ana is.
"Anastasia Steele, where is she?" I demand.
"Are you family?" The nurse looks me up and down. I don't have time for this shit.
"I'm her fucking fiancé! Now where is she?"
"She's been admitted to the ICU. Third floor, Sir" She looks terrified of me.
I run to the elevator and push 3. When I get to the floor I see Kate being consoled by Elliot. She looks absolutely broken up. They both look at me as I walk into the waiting room.
"Hey bro, why haven't you been answering our calls? We've all been trying to call and text you!" Elliot said while still holding Kate.
"For some reason the service was out in my building. What the fuck happened?" I say with a loud yell.
"Ana and Kate were being chased by a couple of paparazzi down by Pike's Market and one of them hit her with a van," Elliot explains while I close my eyes tight. "He claims he didn't mean to hit her and that he dropped his phone and the van swerved and knocked into her."
"Fucking bullshit! Those god damned paparazzi have no fucking shame!" I start pacing around the room. "I'm going to put them out of business so fast that it'll make their head spin!" I run my hands through my hair and pull out of sheer panic and frustration. I look up to see my Mom coming out of the ICU doorways.
"Mom! How is she?" I run up to her and start crying. "Can I please see her?"
"Honey, she's going to be just fine. She's got a concussion and some internal bleeding, but we got it under control." Mom says while rubbing my back.
"Can I see her?"
"She's in room 3B. She's in an induced coma right now so we can monitor the bleeding, but you can still talk to her and touch her" My mom smiles at me. I take off down the hall to Ana's room.
When I enter the room, my heart drops from my chest. There she is, the love of my life, just lying there sleeping. She looks beautiful even in bandages. I feel the tears falling from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. She's so fragile. I take a seat next to the bed and hold her hand and kiss it.
"I'm so sorry Anastasia, I'm so sorry!" I sob while kissing her hand. "This is all my fault! If you weren't with me, then this wouldn't have happened!" I lay my head down on her arm and continue to cry. "Please Ana, forgive me!"
"It's not your fault son" I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see the other angel in my life, my Mom.
"Of course it is! The paparazzi wouldn't have been after her if she weren't the fiancé of Christian Grey!" I sniffle.
"That may be true honey, but there's no way this is your fault. You know better than anyone that those pathetic excuses for humans can be vicious."
"Do you think she'll forgive me, Mom? I mean, for all of this? Do you think she'll still want to marry me?"
"I have no doubt in my mind that when she wakes up, she'll be so happy to see you and expect a lot of hugs and kisses from you!" My Mom smiles at me. This makes me feel a little better, but I still can't shake the feeling that I should have been there to protect her and that this all my fault.
When my Mom leaves the room, I get down on my knees and look up to the ceiling. I've never been one to pray, but at this moment, I feel a rush over me to begin.
"God, I know I'm not perfect and I know I've screwed up my life in so many ways, but I'm trying. I'm really trying. I'm sorry for the way I've treated people and for the way I've behaved. It's because of this girl, right here, that I'm making positive changes in my life. She's led me from the darkness into the pure joyous light. And I know that I don't deserve to have any prayers answered, but if you can just indulge me just once, I'll never ask for anything again. Please can you heal my beautiful Anastasia? Heal her and let her live a beautiful life. If my punishment for being bad all my life is losing her in order for her to be alive and happy, then please just take me now. I'll gladly lay my life down for this girl. Just please take care of her. Please?" At the end of my prayer, I find myself crying hysterically and lying on the floor in a fetal position.