FSG Belongs To ELJames.

I am trying to finish this story as fast as I can.

Apov

Everything is black. The dampness of my cloth etching on my skin. A thick wind whirls by and I feel the life going away, slowy. First the breathing then the heart. I feel light, floating in thin air, swirling in motions and suddenly falling. Its coming back! A soft thud and every sensation fades.

*

Pain everywhere. My legs. My hands. Head. Neck. Everything.

"Ana?" A voice. Singing and motherly.

Mom? is that you? Mama?

No, she can't be, she's gone.

I focus on my pain, it realses the legs and travels upwards like a layer of thick wind within, like water travelling through pipes and penetrates my head. Its my head! It all in my head. Heavy and sharp.

"Ana?" A different voice. Tensed. "Doctor! She is waking."

Footsteps faraway can be heard closing the distance and very close. Its stops.

"Mrs. Grey? Mrs.Grey?" A unfamiliar, rough, yet gentle male voice calls.

A sharp intake of breath and my eyes flutter opens.

A blurry face hovers above me. I blink once and twice, my vision clears and two big green eyes, few inches from me, bubbly red. I blink again and its gone.

"Mrs. Grey? How are you feeling?" I try to sit but a pair hands tries to push me back, I resist and sit despite the wishes.

"I am fine." I croak. Shit! It hurts. I put a hand around my throat and look around. Hospital! The beds opposite are empty in the room. The doctor checks my pulse and my eyes without giving me a moment to contain myself.

"You okay, there, Ani?" I look up at the voice. Katherine. I nod and smile.

"Here." Mia hands me a glass of water.

"Thanks."

"Any dizziness, Mrs. Grey?" The doctor asks.

I gulp a mouth of water and shake my head. "I am fine, really. What happened?" I look at mom. She gives a weary smile and caresses my head.

"Thank god, you are fine."

"You remember what the day todays is, Mrs Grey?" The doctor asks again.

I put the glass down and scowl at him. "Ofcourse, I do. Its Thursday, fourteen."

"Actually," Mia says. "Its Friday, fifteen."

I gape at her. "What?...but..." I falter. I turn to Kate. "Christian. What happened? He was running towards me...wha-what happened?"

Everyone in the room avoids my eyes. The doctor takes his excuse and leaves.

"What happened?" I aks again.

Nothing.

Hurriedly I pull out the IV from my wrist and surge to my feet. Ah! My head.

"Ana," Kate comes to my rescue. "Wait."

I gaze at her pleadingly. "Where is Christian?"

*

"He psuhed me," I gulp. "Out of the way and..." I choke back a sob.

"Hey, Ani." Elliot puts his arms around my shoulder. "Its okay. He'll be fine."

"Not likely." I stare up at him. "Didn't you heard the what the doctor said? He's shock. And not trying enough. As if he doesn't wants to live." I choke.

Elliot holds me while Kate caresses my head.

Oh Christian! What have you done!

*

The waiting room is empty. Dim light travels in through the medium of white curtains. Out side scraping of wheels can be heard. I put my hand on my temple and feel the band aid.

I sigh. The doctor approved of my discharge since I didn't have and large impact. So, nothings wrong with me.

Its bloody Christian Grey!

Whatever the hell he was thinking. He pushed me out of the way and the big whatever vehicle hit him as I landed on the pavement.

"Bloody Christian Grey!" I mutter.

"Yeah, I know." Elliot sits beside me and hands me a cup of tea. "Bloody Chrissy."

We sit in silence and sip our teas...well, I try. Nothing can go down my throat at these circumstances.

I recall everything that happened in the course of the day. The dinner. The argument. His mom. His disappearance.

And...

"Who's Hope?" I asks suddenly.

Elliot gazes at me with his miserable eyes. Among the Greys, he's holding himself. But I can see him. Breaking. Slowly. And Kate too, she is waiting, letting him sort himself by being with him here. Christ! That woman has patience. Even if they don't show it, I know, Mia, Elliot and Christian are very close. While Mia cries herself to death, Elliot is holding back. His family needs him.

"He didn't tell you?" He asks.

I shake my head. "He hasn't told me anything." Its no like I didn't try to extract things from him but he is just too reluctant, closed, like a sealed Roman gate of centuries ago.

"Well... it was all fake."

"Elliot, please."

"Tell me, Ana. Would you go back to him after all this?" He's eyes are blank and empty.

I look down. Not having an answer. What can I say, I don't know myself. Would I? He doesn't want me to. So...God!

He tilts his head. "You are in love with him, aren't you?"

I freeze. Am I? I close my eyes and heave a heavy sigh. I recall every moment spent with Christian. Not one of them pleasant. Comical. Annoying. Fights. Still...there is somehting. A longing.

"You do."

"Elliot, please." I give my best firm look and he looks away.

Few moments later he speaks again. "Hope is Jane Hills daughter."

My breath stills in my throat. A concussion? No. Whats that got to do witj my throat. I shake off the feeling of pain. Were Jane and Christian...? No. No. I shake my head. Doesn't matter. Why am I even thinking something like that.

"Mr. Hill," Elliot goes on unaware of my sudden startlement. "Jane's father, and dad were very good friends. Both a lawyer. Mrs. Hill used work at some...club. Forced. Terrible parents. Despite that Mr. Hill married her. Because...well, she was very nice. A good heart. Mom says so. Her past life was erased. She started a new life with her husband settled near Amityville. Don't ask me where they met. I don't know. Jane and Christian became best friends. We all did. But they spend most of their time together. She was older than Christian. Two years perhaps. Man! I even asked her to prom." He chuckles and shakes his head. "Everything was going fine but then..."

"Then what?"

"She found out about her mothers past. No one knows how. But she did. She started hating her mother. News spread. Neighbors literally made their life hell. We knew everything. We understood. Specially Christian. But Jane was out of control. Despite everything, there still remains a part affection for parents, doesn't it, hence, she blasted on her friends for bad mouthing Mrs. hill. That night she was so angry, we all were at Grey Mansion. She stormed out after a row with her father. It was nearly three when she returned. We heard there was a commotion in their neighborhood. Ofcourse, they couldn't be around a...women...who was...nevermind." He shakes his head. "When we reached. There house was on fire. People would say accident. But who knows, some one could have intentionally done that? Apparently, both Mr. and Mrs. Hills died in the fire." I shudder at the that as the memory of my mom comes running back to me.

"We took Jane in. But she couldn't stay in Amityville. She was young. And the news about..." he grits his teeth as if he couldn't say further. "...prostitutes daughter being a suspect travel through town. Everyone saw how she reacted on her mothers past. So, yeah, reasonable. I couldn't believe peoples thought could be so horrid. Jane had to leave, or so what Christian suggested. He was so young but not an absurd solution. We know it pained him but Jane couldn't live in town. She left to Alaska to her grandmother. On dads orders we had to cut all ties. But, before leaving, Christian said to her; "Just call me when you need me. I'll be there". Though when she did. He was not there. And he blames himself." He eyes are bloodshot.

"She died." I note.

He nods. Remembering all those memories pained him so. I rub his arm.

"You trust me with all these?" I asks, incredulous. A family secret.

He rubs his face. "Banana, you have idea what are you doing to my baby bro. He's so much in love with you."

I try to protest but he stops me. "Believe me, I know. He told me so."

I gape at him.

He chuckles and stands. "Come, lets see the doctor."

*

I don't want think about whatever Elliot told me. Yes. This is not the time. Instead I focus on the doctor. He's in his mid thirties. Muscled and tall. A very tall docto. Why he chose to be a doctor, I don't know. His curly blond hair droops over his forehead and he has freckles around his nose which reminds me of Alice. Yeah. Right.

He's shaking his head, miserably. Please, don't let be a bad news.

But nothing can go in my order. Mrs. Grey is sobbing on the bench with Mia while Elliot and his father inquires the doctor. The Trevellyans are back at home.

"I am sorry, Mr. Grey," the doctor says. "But your son has gone into a shock. The hit was strong and has caused a deep wound. I am afraid we cannot..."

I stumble. Elliot grabs my arm and holds me.

No. Please. Mr. Grey flashes his eyes at me, anger swirling inside but I keep staring at the doctor willing him to say he's lying. And just then, a nurse burst out from the ICU.

"Doctor, we are losing him."

*

I think Christian should die.

And Ana will follow him to the afterlife and there they will be together. Forever.

Hmmmm. Interesting.

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