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Chapter 22

"Mr. Grey, I'm Dr. Stephens. I have the results of your ultrasound and blood work."

"Please come in Greg. Christian, do you want everyone to leave?" Grace asks.

"Hmm…uummm no they can stay. They're just balls after all. You're not going to be tuggin on my junk, are you doc?"

"No, we'll leave you covered for now. Are you in any pain right now?"

Christian shakes his head so the doctor continues. He pulls out this plastic model to show us. Did not know they had these I've only seen the baby ones. Good to know.

"Okay, so the ultrasound showed testicular torsion. There is a tube called the spermatic cord which contains blood vessels that lead from the abdomen to the testicle. When you were kicked, it was just the right angle for the cord to twist. This could happen even if you weren't kicked. That explains so much bruising and swelling on the left side. The intense pain you felt caused you to pass out in the waiting room. I'm surprised you waited this long, honestly. So, what we need to do is turn the testicle back to its proper place by rotating it while holding the scrotum in place. This means surgery, unfortunately. It is not something you want anyone to do without being anesthetized," He explains.

"When do you plan to do this Greg," Dr. Mom inquires.

"My surgical schedule is clear all day. I have a few patients to see but I think around six is when he was put on the schedule. We need to do an MRI just to be sure there is nothing else damaged. I don't want to have to open you up twice. Any questions?"

"Umm..Dr. Stephens, what is the recovery like? I mean how, umm...How long before you, you know…" Christian stammers.

I'm not sure if it's the drugs or because he's embarrassed asking when he can fuck again. It's not something I often see with Christian but reminds me he's human like the rest of us.

"Well, it's different for everyone. Typically, it will be about ten days before you are cleared have intercourse. There will be stitches, and we don't want anything to jeopardize those. An erection sends a tremendous amount of blood to that area and in turn will cause the testicles to swell. We want to avoid that."

"Itty Bitty, that means you better move out because that man is a walking hard on around you," Keegan jokes.

I stick my tongue out at him while Grace scolds him, "Keegan Trevelyan Grey that was completely uncalled for. Apologize."

I expect that shit from Elliott all day long, although Keegan has his moments of hilarity. I get that it is an uncomfortable subject but good fucking God, they are grown adults, and this is serious.

"Sorry Bitty." He apologizes hanging his head in faux shame. I see that shit eating grin on his face so I slug him in the arm.

Dr. Stephens speaks up, "I don't think you need to move out but do avoid anything that will cause him to achieve an erection for at least a week to ten days.

"What the fuck? You mean I can't have sex for ten days?" Christian shouts.

"Babe, settle down. It will be okay. What are you going to do when we have kids, and we have to abstain for six weeks?" I tell him.

"Six weeks. Oh hell fucking no. That will not happen. No…no babies then."

Fucking hell, he is such a toddler sometimes. I hear his brothers muttering something inappropriate. Kate and Harper are glaring at them and pushing them out of the room.

"We'll be outside Ana," Kate lets me know.

"Christian Grey! You will not throw a hissy fit right now over something so trivial. You will survive seven to ten days and even six weeks without …without. Just don't worry about that now."

Grace, the doctor, is blushing. Now that I have never seen happen. I suppose thinking about your children having sex and knowing are entirely different.

Christian is clearly agitated, "Trivial. Hello mother, have you tried to go that long... Ewe never mind. Get out of my head."

Christian smacks his head trying to banish the images of his parents having sex. It's fucking hilarious to watch. This is probably the most open family I've ever met. I mean, really Grace is a doctor so what's the problem. I can imagine what the birds and bees talk was like for them.

"If you have any more questions let the nurses know, and they will page me. I will see you in a few hours Christian."

He shakes the doctor's hand and gives me a pitiful pouty look.

"Babe, what's that look for?" I give him a kiss.

"Nothing, I just don't like the thought of surgery. No fucking for a while either, huh. That's going to make me especially cranky."

"You will survive my love. Can I get you anything, are you in pain?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you for being here, Anastasia. I love you."

"Back at ya Grey. I'm going to talk to your brothers and fill them in. I'll be right back. Your mom is here, though."

I step outside his room and make sure I close the door. I stomp over to the small waiting area where I see everyone.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two? Your brother feels bad enough without the man-child twins poking fun. Sawyer, will you please call Taylor and let him know what's going. I realize it is his day off, but he'll want to know. Plus, I don't want to get my ass chewed by him. The last time was enough to last the rest of my life."

Sawyer stands to leave, "No problem Ana. I'll be right outside. Is he going to be okay?"

"Yes, he'll be fine. He will have surgery later today. Thank you for being here Sawyer, I appreciate it."

He nods and takes his leave.

"You guys do not have to stay here all day. He's not going for surgery for at least four hours. Why don't you go grab some food and you can come back in a few hours?"

"Are you sure Ana, we don't mind hanging out with you," Harper questions.

"Yes, I'll be okay. Grace is here, and I know she called Carrick. Shit, did anyone call Mia?"

"I did on our way. She will be here later," Elliott tells me."

"Thanks. I'm going to go back and sit with him. I'll see you guys later, right?"

They all nod and hug me as they leave. Thank fuck this can be fixed. I would expect something weird like this to happen to me, you know with how clumsy I am but not to Christian.

Fuck I'm hungry. I decide to run to the cafeteria and grab a sandwich or something. Christian can't eat since he's going to be put under. I wander around looking for something that appeals to me. I don't think Christian would want to eat anyway, which is a big deal because he gives me shit about eating all the time. I learned that really quick.

The Grey kids had such a shitty life before Grace and Carrick adopted them so I don't blame him. I would be a freak about eating if I was left to starve like the four of them were when their mother was murdered. Elliott was five, Christian and Keegan were three and Mia was an infant when their prostitute mother got in the middle of a drug dealing gone wrong. Bless Grace and Carrick for taking all four of them. I can't imagine what it would be like to be separated from my siblings.

I finally settle on spaghetti, salad, and an iced tea. I'm standing in line waiting to pay when I hear a few of the nurses talking. So, of course, I eavesdrop. I turn away so they can't tell I'm listening.

Skanky whore number one says, "Did you hear that Christian Grey is here?"

Bigger skanky whore number two, "Yeah and both of his hot piece of ass brothers too. Being with one of them would be like winning the lottery and the triple crown. I was in the ER when he came in. Why do you think there're so many paps out front? What I wouldn't give to fuck one or all of them. Think his twin brother would be down for a threesome?"

They giggle like the little school girl whores they are. Alright, it's going to be like that, huh? These bitches are going down!

Skanky whore number one, "I am going to try and find a reason to sneak into his room. I don't know why he's here since his chart is maintained the attending, but maybe I'll catch him coming out of the bathroom. You know, in his hospital gown. I bet his ass is out of this world."

Skanky whore number two, "Shit, I'd take Elliott Grey any day of the week, but he's with that bitch, Kathryn Kavanagh. I can't stand her. I went to high school with her, and she is such a fucking cunt.

Now they are insulting my best friend. Yep, it's on.

I turn around and gently bump skanky whore number two.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to get so close," I apologize with as much sweetness as my fucking tea has.

"It's okay. Oh my god look at the rock on your finger. It's absolutely gorgeous."

"Thanks."

"Your fiancé must be loaded."

This bitch has some god damn balls. Who says shit like that.

"He does okay." I smile.

"You look really familiar. Do you work here in the hospital?"

"Nope. I work at GEH."

"Oh my god, Christian Grey's company, right? What's he like?"

"The one and only. He's a great guy who is very generous and kind. Super intelligent, talented in many ways, can be very domineering but gentle too. If that makes sense."

"Wow. How do I get a job there? I'd love to get to know him. He and his twin brother are fucking gorgeous. Elliott too but I here he's taken. My name is Megan, and this is Stacey. What's your name?"

"Anastasia Steele."

Skank whore bitch cunt fucker number one has both a puzzled and stupid look on her face, "Have we met before. You're just really familiar to me."

"No, but you might have seen me on local television or perhaps the gossip rag sites on the internet. Unfortunately, my fiancé and I get hounded by the press quite a bit. His mom works here, maybe you know her."

"Oh really who is that? I know all the nurses."

"No, she's a doctor, Dr. Trevelyan."

Crickets!

"As in Dr. Grace Trevelyan, mother of ... Oh shit, kill me now." Her face turns ten shades of red as I stand there twirling my engagement ring.

"Yes, that's her. My soon to be mother in law."

Skank whore bimbo slut number one chimes in, "I'm relatively new here, and I haven't met her. Who is her son?"

"Well actually she has three sons, I'm sure you've heard of them. Elliott, Christian and Keegan Grey. You know, the lottery and the triple crown that you both can't wait to fuck."

"Oh…right. That's where I know you. You're Christian Grey's girlfriend?"

"Actually, I'm his fiancé, we got engaged last night. My sister Harper lives with Keegan and my best friend, whom I believe you referred to as both a bitch and cunt lives with Elliott. Looks like you two whores are shit out of luck in the let's bag a rich guy department. I saw fuck nursing; you both should seriously consider working for the Nooz. Your gossiping skills are off the chart. Megan, I'll be sure to tell Kate you said hello."

They are standing there with the mouths hanging open.

"Oh! One more thing…if I see either one of you near Christian's room, I will personally kick your asses all the way to the gutters you crawled out from. Rest assured Stacey, was it? Your job here is over. It's against the law to give out patient names, and you violated that big time when you called whatever media outlet it was you called. Tootle's bitches."

Bam! I give them a big smile and wave with my left hand just so they can get one last look at my ring. Fuck them. I push the button for the elevator, and I see them scurry off down the hall. Good riddance. I got a text from Grace saying they moved Christian to the third floor so that's my destination.

As I step off the elevator, I instinctively look to my left from where voices are coming. No chance of missing where Christian's room is because no one else has Ninjas are standing guard. I have to tell Taylor about this Stacey chick so she can get shit canned.

"Hi, Taylor. You didn't have to come all the way down here. Sawyer was doing a fine job keeping the bad guys away."

"Hi, Ana. I am sure he was, but Christian is my responsibility, and you are Sawyers. He can't protect both of you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

Taylor's sense of humor has to be the driest of dry, but every once in a while, he kicks it up a notch.

"I am very happy to see you. Since you are here, you must have seen the hordes of paparazzi out front? Well, I accidently found the culprit. She is a nurse, and her name is Stacey. Didn't catch the last name, though. She didn't recognize me when I overheard her and another nurse Megan, who is my age, gossiping in the cafeteria that Christian was here, and she admitted making the call."

"Great. I'll handle it. Sawyer, you stay here. Ana, Christian has been asking for you. Grace got called away for an emergency but said she'd be back before they take him down to surgery. I brought all his paperwork; medical POA, DNR, POA for GEH and a notarized copy of his will."

"Why would you need to bring all of that, Taylor?" My voice is a little shaky. DNR. What the fuck? Why does he need a DNR?

"Ana, it's protocol. Christian has all of his ducks in a row, so to speak. The hospital needs the medical POA and DNR. The others are just part of the package. You need to talk to him about the others, though."

"Fine. I don't like it but I will. I'll see you both later." I turn and open the door into Christian's palatial suite. Money even gets you the best room in the hospital. I put my lunch on the table and go to his bedside and pull up a chair. I grab his hand and kiss the back of it. This man's hands are so fucking sexy.

"Hi, baby. Where you been?" He asks.

"I went to get something to eat. I think all the adrenaline I had finally crashed and left me hungry. I got some spaghetti and salad. That'll hold me for a while, but I'll eat it later."

"Ana, please eat your lunch before it gets too cold. It doesn't bother me if you eat in front of me. It will bother me if you don't. Don't worry about me; I'm not hungry in the least."

"Okay. Fine. So what's happening? Anyone been in since I was gone. Your brothers and Mia are on their way back. They went to get something to eat and pick up Mia from wherever she was. Did you know Taylor was here?"

He nods. "Yes, he came in to let me know he was here and had all my paperwork."

"Oh, let us talk about the paperwork, puh-leeze."

"What? It's standard paperwork. POA, DNR, medical POA. You need to sign a receipt copy of my will stating you've received a copy though since you are my sole beneficiary. Taylor has your copy."

I choke on my drink. Jesus and Mary Chain, his sole beneficiary. God damn, I can barely keep track on my own shit, and now I need to worry about dealing with a pile of shit that is bigger than…than…I don't what but something gigantic.

"Huh…What the hell Christian! Don't you think we should have talked about that first? I mean, what about your family, shouldn't it be them?"

"Anastasia, we are going to be married...hopefully sooner rather than later, and what's mine becomes yours like it or not. I thought we talked about this and moved past it. Don't worry about my family, they will be taken care of. I did all of this so you wouldn't have to deal with the legalities should something ever happen to me. You know if I become incapacitated, or God forbid I die. I need to make sure that you will be taken care of…you're my family too Ana."

"Hmm. Does that include GEH too? Because Christian, I have no idea how to run a billion-dollar company. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have a job. Need I remind you graduated less than a year ago?"

"Baby, this is standard stuff for someone like me. Yes, it includes GEH but please don't worry. Ros isn't going anywhere and will always be there to help you. Nothing is going to happen to me so don't get your feathers ruffled. I'm about to go into surgery, and I don't want to spend this time fighting with you over this. I need a kiss."

He puckers his lips so I lean in and give a quick kiss but he grabs me and tries to stick his tongue down my throat.

"Slow your roll bubba. You're going to have to control yourself, Mr. Grey. We can't have your little friend down there getting all hot and bothered."

He chuckles, "Oh don't make me laugh, it hurts too much. There is nothing little about our friend down there, baby."

"Touché, sir. I am really sorry about this whole mess, Christian. I wish you would have woken me up last night so we could have come to the hospital sooner. Do you want me to get the nurse so you can get some more pain meds?"

"No, I just need to press this button and they coming running."

"Oh, funny guy. Maybe you've had enough of the crazy juice. Give me that thing you have it all twisted up."

I take the long cord and unravel it and press the button. "Oh hey, yeah we might need to do some proactive PR. I came across these two little bitches in the cafeteria, and I might have spilled the beans on our engagement."

"Little bitches. Please do tell darling," He smirks and raises his eyebrows over his glasses. God, damn he looks good enough to eat when he wears his glasses. Am I the only one with a hand, foot and glasses fetish?

"It was nothing, really. Just two nurses who knew you were here and might have made mention of their desire to ride the CTG express. But not only you…Elliott and Keegan too. One chick knew Kate from school and called her names that I will not repeat. The one who found out you were here called the press as if the god damn president was here."

"What the fuck!" He shouts, making me jump.

"Christ, settle down there General High Strung. I told Sawyer and Taylor already, and they are taking care of it. I expect two fewer nurses employed here before too long."

"Oh…well okay then. You did good baby. I keep telling you I'm rubbing off on you, and you just proved my point."

"Yeah yeah...I just pay attention is all." We are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in, "Christian says rather loud.

Here comes Nurse Goo-Goo Eyes.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Grey," the nurse says all breathy.

"He is in pain. I'm sure it's been enough time for him to have another shot of Demerol, right?" I question.

She turns to look at the whiteboard and realizes it is actually past time.

"I'll be right back. Let me go get it and we'll fix you right up. The surgery nurse will be here in the next thirty minutes to prep for your surgery."

"Thanks," I say with a level of disdain. I'm a jealous bitch so don't fuck with my man, honey or else.

"Ah, the green-eyed monster is rearing its beautiful little head, is it not? I love it when you get all possessive and shit, baby."

"Careful Grey, your head might not be able to make it through the door when it's time to wheel your ass out of here."

"Come sit next to me Anastasia. I need to be close to you."

Hells bells, he can be such a sweet talker. Did I mention how freakin' romantic he is? Hard ass Christian Grey is known to be cut throat and cold in the business world. I'm here to tell you he is the complete opposite in real life. Sometimes, I'll be watching some random, mind-numbing television show by myself… he'll come in with snacks or tea if it's close to bedtime. I know he has a shit ton of work to do but puts it off to be with me. Occasionally he will leave work before me on a Friday and will text me a list of possible things to do over the weekend and lets me choose. I get flowers unexpectedly and for no reason at all other than to tell me he loves me and to brighten my day. He'll have a bath ready for me when I get home after a particularly stressful day…complete with wine, bubbles and him. The one thing that I think is so fucking romantic is that he loves to brush my hair or braid it. It's bizarre, I know, but he says it relaxes him, and he likes the intimacy of it. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I am sure as fuck not giving him up.

I crawl in his bed next to him, drape my arm and leg over him and we just snuggle until Nurse Betty Boop returns with his painkillers. She puts it right in the IV, and a minute later he's out.

I've been lying here next to him for close to an hour when I look at the clock and can't believe we've been here for nearly six hours already. The surgery nurse comes in to go over the particulars. Thank fuck this one shows no interest in Mr. Sex on Legs. The whole family is here…I mean the whole fucking family. His parents, my parents, his brothers, and sister, my sister, and Kate. They won't let all of them in his room at once so they are taking turns giving him a hard time about his broken balls. There is no chance in hell that I will ever live this down.

"Okay, Mr. Grey, you ready to go?"

"Yepper, let's get this nut job underway. Get it…nut job." He laughs out loud…like literally out loud.

I can't help but laugh along because he is hilarious when he's under the influence of drugs. They let me and Grace go to the surgical holding room while they get him all hooked up. I can tell she's a little nervous although she is hiding it well.

The anesthesiologist comes in and goes over what he will be doing and reassures us that he will be just fine. The surgeon, would is McDreamy and McSteamy combined tells us it shouldn't take longer than an hour barring no complications. He isn't expecting any.

Grace kisses his forehead, tells him that she loves him and leaves us alone for a minute.

Son of a bitch…Shit! I've been doing so good all day, and now I'm starting to freak out. I can't hold back the tears. He pulls me close and kisses my head.

"Ana, I love you and will see you soon. Please don't worry. Everything is going to be okay. I love you, baby," He whispers.

"I love you so much. I will be here waiting when you come back. Sweet dreams my love."

I kiss him all over his face, and he wipes away my tears. The nurse comes to tell us it's time to take him.

"See you soon, baby. I love you," He bellows as they wheel away my soon to be husband and."
my reason for living.

"I love you…" I say to no one.