A/N: I'm going to attempt to get you guys another chapter after this one. Hopefully I will get both of these written while the little ones are napping before we have to get ready for a birthday party.
This chapter was actually harder to write then I thought; Kleenex may be needed. This story has obviously taken a much bigger turn than anyone including myself ever expected. As I said in the beginning I hadn't quite planned out where I was heading with this story but rather just letting my mind wander and take the story on a journey of its own. I didn't see this turn of events coming until I was already writing it into the story and I thank you all for enjoying and taking this journey with me.
Carrick, Grandma and Grandpa Trevelyan are in with Mia while the rest of us are back in the waiting room. Grace was brought into surgery a couple of hours ago and from my understanding it is going to be a couple more hours. They are performing a decompressive craniotomy on her. They will remove part of her skull to alleviate the pressure and allow more room should the swelling continue. They said it could take up to 5 hours or more for the surgery. After she will be brought into recovery so they can watch her as the anesthesia wears off and she will be in a medically induced coma for quite some time. She will then be brought to the NSICU upstairs until the swelling goes down and they can take her safely out of the coma. They did mention as well that she would need to go back into surgery about 4 weeks after the swelling has gone down to replace the bone they removed.
I'm not quite sure if Christian can even comprehend anything the doctors have told us. It is a lot to take in and I understand if he didn't take any of it in, in the state he is in. He has finally reached a breaking point in all this because not only is he not hiding any emotion from his family anymore but he has completely demolished the waiting room. It took Taylor, Sawyer, Elliot and Carrick to hold him back from destroying anything else or someone else for that matter. After a few minutes of trying to fight them all off he crumbled to the floor. So many emotions went through me seeing him like that; I had no idea what to do. He sat in a heap on the floor for sometime before the men all backed off leaving him alone. The only thing I could do was curl up and cry with him on the floor.
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After who knows how many hours, all of our sulking is interrupted when Taylor brings in bags of lunch that Gail made. Taylor probably informed her of the seriousness of the situation and how none of us were budging for anything. I am almost positive that everyone's nerves are too worked up to eat a damn thing but everyone picks at it taking little bites here and there. The only reason I eat more than anyone else is because blip needs me to eat for him. Everyone stops suddenly, worry, shock, curiosity or a mixture of all of those emotions flickering across there face as one of the surgeons steps into the room. The suspense of waiting to see what the doctor has to say is worse over than waiting when the doctor came in after Mia's surgery.
"Mr. Grey?" She asks.
Carrick steps forward and the doctor gestures to the chairs. "Why don't we sit and I will explain how the surgery went." They both sit and Christian, Elliot and Graces parents move closer to them to be able to hear what the doctor is saying as well.
The doctor said the surgery itself went amazingly well but they are still worried. She said that the bruising and swelling to Graces brain may have caused more damage than they originally thought but they can not tell how severe just yet. There is nothing more the doctors or any of us can do but wait and see what happens. The waiting is going to be the hardest, they won't be able to tell how severe the damage is until the swelling goes down and even then they won't know for sure just how bad until Grace wakes up, if she wakes up. That seemed like quite the 'if' from the doctor and you would think it was the only part any one heard. Apparently everyone was holding there breathes because all you heard was everyone's gasps of air and the earth shattering sobs of four grown men.
'If she wakes up, if she wakes up.' God, how the heck did this turn down that road? I don't think any of us realized just how serious this had been until now. Either that or we just didn't want to see it come to this point and were in denial of the situation. Maybe we all just let the notion 'no news is better than bad news' be our thoughts instead of thinking realistically.
I know Christian needs me right now but I need to get my thoughts straight so I excuse myself. I head out and make my way down to the hospital chapel to get my thoughts right and pray for Grace. As I make my way into one of the benches I hear the door of the chapel open behind me. Looking back I see that Christian has followed me down here.
"Ana are you okay?" he asks.
"I just needed to come here, clear my mind and pray for your mom. Come over and pray with me. Your mother needs all of our prayers right now."
"But..." I hold my finger over my mouth and shake my head "Shh." And hold my hand out to him.