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Anastasia
I watch as a man in scrubs walks through the double doors. He is still wearing a mask and blood soaked gloves. Why the fuck is he still wearing them?
As he takes them off he tosses them in the bin, removing the mask from his face, showing a frown sculpted along his jaw. No. Please. No.
My heart is beating out of my chest. Please don't let that be his…
"Grey family." he calls out.
I look around me and see Grace beside me, and in my arms is Gracie. Grace smiles at me, bringing her hand to my cheek. I sob and pull Gracie closer to me, laying my head on Grace.
"It will be okay sweetie. Either way, it will be okay." she whispers. "My stubborn boy loves you so much that no matter what happens he will watch over you dead or alive."
"I can't lose him Grace." I sob. "I'm already losing my baby girl. I can't lose him as well."
"She's a fighter Anastasia. Don't give up. Always have hope." she smiles. I try to smile, but it's hard especially when the man you loves life is on the line.
"Christian told me the same thing. That you told him to never lose hope." she smirks.
"Never." I hear a cough, and look up seeing the doctor.
I hand Gracie over to her grandmother and walk over to the doctor. It's time for the verdict. To see if the man I love has fought.
But when I get close enough I see the pity in the man's eyes. The sorrow building and anger is already building in me. Before he already opens his mouth I know the answer. My man is gone. Gracie's father is gone. A brother is gone.
The doctor apologizes to me, but all I can do is sink to the ground and scream. Tears stream down my cheeks as darkness overtakes me.
"Ana! Wake up!" I gasp.
I look around and see all the guys and girls in the waiting room. Everyone is exhausted from not going home and letting their emotions getting the best of them. We've been here for five hours and still haven't had any updates on Christian which is worrying us. Elliot hasn't stopped pacing and I am starting to get dizzy.
Luke has put a hole in the hospital wall and one of the nurses started to scold him until she saw who he was. Luke said he would pay for it. He just wanted for everyone to leave us alone.
I feel the same way. I keep having nightmares where I keep losing both Christian and Gracie. I haven't stopped shaking and the girls are trying to calm me down. Carrick is with Gracie because I'm too upset at the moment. If I see Gracie I would just start crying and Carrick said that's not good for her.
Carrick is trying to stay calm about this. I can see the pain in his eyes when I saw him. I know he's trying to stay strong so he can help me with her, but this is his son. Gracie is my responsibility. I don't want him staying away from his son. I am thankful for Carrick though. If it wasn't for him, I would be broken right now.
I finally can't take it anymore and stand up, grabbing Elliots arm. He looks at me.
"Please. Sit down." I beg. "Can you tell us what happened."
He drops in the seat in the far corner and throws his face in his hands. The girls and me are shocked when he starts laughing, but it's one that sends chills down your spine. The guys aren't fazed. They keep their gaze on the floor. They have been cold since the cops had taken them for a statement earlier but it's not towards us.
Elliot locks his hands together and suddenly gets up, kicking the chair, sending it flying across the room. The woman at the front desk sighs and goes back to work. I think she finally gave up on calming the guys down.
He grabs his hair. "That fucking cunt is the problem!" he shouts. Everyone in the waiting room stops. He looks around, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I need you all to please go on with your business. This is family matters. Thank you very much!" he growls.
Everyone quickly leaves, and puts their phones away. I look to the side and see several of our bodyguards at the corners guiding the people out. I sigh in relief. I watch as the bodyguards take the phones and discard them. Making sure that the videos and pictures that were taken are now gone. I shake my head in disgust. These people.
My eyes fall back on Elliot, who is breathing heavily. I look at the rest of the guys and see that they are quiet and disconnected from the world just the same. Faces are pale and sweat runs down their bodies from them being anxious about the news on Christian. The girls try their best, but the men are pushing themselves away from the world.
"We were on our way up to see that bitch so that Christian could break things off with her." Elliot sighs loudly. "Once we got into the penthouse, we saw Leila sitting in the living room watching a movie while eating popcorn. She's been acting normal these past few months, so we haven't had to worry about anything." Elliot runs a hand over his face.
"Well, Christian asks Leila if they could talk for a minute. Leila only said they could talk if it was her and him and it had to be in the bedroom. When we thought it was funny. So the guys and I laughed it off while Christian smacked the back of my head." a small smile plays on his lips. "The guys and I grabbed some beers and waited for them to come back. It took awhile so I was about to go get them until we heard Leila yelling. I ran to the bedroom with the guys behind me and saw that the door was cracked." Elliot mutters. He looks at Ethan.
"Leila was holding a gun to Christian. She was crying, and shouting at him. Christian just stood there with his eyes closed, lips moving. I don't know what he was saying though, it's like he was praying." Ethan chokes. "He's not even religious."
"What happened next?" Hannah asks. Luke looks at her.
"Leila told him to look at her, so he did. He knew what was going to happen. The sick part was, he saw us." I think all of our mouths fall open. Luke nods. "He saw us, and the pained look in his eyes before he took the bite of all those bullets was just as bad as seeing him being shot." Luke sobs.
"She shot him seven times." Ethan whispers. "How do you come back from that?" I can feel the Boulder in my throat.
"Where's Leila?" Kate asks angrily, holding onto Elliot. He shrugs.
"Christian dropped as soon as the last bullet hit him. She heard the door creak and pointed the gun at us, so we had to move." he said against her neck. "She got away so we could get to Christian."
"At least no one else is hurt." I say.
"Yet." Charlie growls. "The fucking whore is still out there."
"Police are hunting her down though. Let's keep our hopes up." I give everyone a small smile. Hope.
All we can do is hope. If that's what we can do then damn it, that's what I will do.
The smile fades away as soon as I see the doctor come through the doors. Is he here for us? Please don't be for us. The look on his face is a look of utter disaster. He looks disappointed and upset. Please not us.
Eyes fall to his clipboard. "Grey family."
My stomach drops like a sack of marbles. I take a deep breath and look at the guys. I watch them clench their teeth and get up. We all walk over to the doctor. His eyes widen when he sees the guys. I would freak out if I didn't know them too. The guys are pretty big.
"Are you all family?" he asks.
I open my mouth, but Elliot answers before me. "Yes." the man nods.
"How is he? Will he be okay?" Ethan asks quickly. The doctor frowns.
"We can't be for sure right now. He was given a blood transplant due to the loss and one of the bullets punctured his pancreas. We've had to put his arm in a sling because one of the bullets was aimed directly at his shoulder. He's in a medically induced coma right now so the pain won't cause too much on him right now." he looks back down at the board. "We don't know when he'll wake up, it's up to him. I will be honest to all of you, Mr. Grey still isn't out of the woods. Far from it."
"Why?" I ask. The doctor rubs the back of his neck, shaking a bit.
"During the incident, Mr. Grey's heart was-" Luke stops him.
"Are you saying… " the doctor nods.
"Mr. Grey will need a heart transplant. Since he has the money and he's in good health, he's already our main priority." he says trying to make everything sound better.
"How's he staying alive without a heart?" Ethan asks. "I know. Nevermind, will he wake up and be able to talk to us?" he asks, tears falling down his cheeks.
We all are crying by now.
"Yes, but it will only last for a few months." the doctor tells us. Luke glares.
"Gee, thanks doc!" Luke snaps. "Instead of standing hear, go take care of our damn guy in there! Got it?" the doctor looks scared.
"How long til we know about the other heart?" I ask. I will my sleeve under my eyes.
"Maybe two weeks." I nod. He turns away quickly and walks down the hall.
Sobs fill the room. I can't believe this. I finally get him back and this happens. I need my baby girl. Carrick deserves to know as well. I sluggishly leave the waiting room and pull myself to the pediatric center with Charlie by my side.
Can things possibly get any worse?