Hey guys! Just wanted to say that I might have a few more chapters. I don't know exactly how I'm going to end it, so I know there will be at least two more now. This was an unexpected chapter but I love it. But I'll let you know when the last one is here.

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Chapter Eleven

Christian's POV

Christian paced the small hallway, ignoring all of the worried looks his family was sending him. He walked down to one end of the hallway and stopped when it split off into three different hallways and turned around, going back to where his family all waited in the hard plastic chairs that sat the closest to the emergency room doors. They were tired and on edge as they all awaited the news of their beloved friend and family member.

Christian checked his watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes and grunted. They had been waiting here for the past hour. He let his wrist fall back to his side and reached the other end of the hallway where all of the chairs and his family sat. He didn't pause or even slowed down but turned around yet again and continued his ritual.

Without lifting his head up, he felt some of the nurses eyes glare at the back of his head when he passed by the Nurse's Station. Earlier, one of them was bold enough to walk up to him and made a failed attempt to try and sit him down because it was making the other guests nervous. But one deadly glare set her running with her tail in between her legs. Carrick had sighed and walked over to the nurse to apologize and said a few other words and that was the only time the nurses made contact with him.

What was taking so god damn long? Christian could feel his anger trying to boil over the safety line in his head. The only thing keeping it back was the fear that was nearly at the same level as his anger. They both fought one another but the anger was winning. He subconsciously pushed his fear away, knowing that it was easier to be pissed off. He didn't want to think about his wife covered with her own blood that was now on his shirt. He didn't want to think about the dark circles under her eyes or the pain that was evident on her face even when she fell unconscious in his arms. He didn't want to think about what happened to her for the nearly two days she was gone.

What was he going to do when she wakes up? How was he going to face her? What was he supposed to say to her? Was he supposed to tell her that she was going to be okay? Would he lie to her about that? But how would he be lying if that could be the truth? Was he going to apologize right away about the baby situation or would that be too soon? Were they going to immediately talk about what happened to her while she was with that asshole? What he did to her?

Christian suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway and pinched the bridge of his nose as the fear was pushing past the anger. He could feel his body move on its own to lean up against the wall to all but fall to the floor and sit there. Would Ana still love him even after everything that has happened? He didn't even know what happened to her but he knew it was bad. What sort of emotional condition was she in? Would he be able to help her out of it? Would she want his help? Surely, after everything that had happened, regardless of what it was, she would want his help. Right? But, did she even love him anymore? He hurt her in more ways than one and then this whole mess happened and something horrible could have happened…

Tears were beginning to build up in the back of his eyes and he tried to fight them as his brain continued to pull the fear to the surface. What would happen if she didn't want him anymore? What if she didn't love him anymore? He did her wrong and wasn't there for her when she needed him the most.

He couldn't help it anymore and the hot liquid seeped out in between his tightly closed eyes. They slid down his cheeks and he did nothing to wipe them away. He breathed heavily through his mouth and felt the anger all but disappeared.

Why was he being so weak? This shouldn't even be about him but about Ana and what had happened to her. Why did he have to bring himself into the equation? Was he really that selfish? Could he not think about anyone other than himself?

Before his thinking could go any deeper, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Not being able to help it, he flinched slightly away but didn't look up to see who it was.

"What do you want, Kate?" He asked in an emotionless tone.

"How did you know it was me?" She asked and hopelessly tried to hide the surprise in her voice.

He didn't answer. He could tell the touch was female right off the bat because of the softness to the skin and Grace's touch was different that only a mother could have. Mia wouldn't have touched him like that but more so have hugged him. Who else could it have been?

Overcoming her surprise quickly, Kate cleared her throat and sat down right next to him. She sat with about an inch separating them, knowing his hate of physical contact and whispered to him, "How are you holding up?"

Putting on the mask he knew the best, Christian muttered, "I'm not here to make small talk on how I am, Kate."

"I'm not trying to make small talk, Christian." Kate muttered right back but not in her normal sassy tone. She sounded tired and empty. Almost like how he felt. "I just… I know Ana wouldn't want you to be sitting here hating yourself because of what happened."

He stayed silent for a second before whispering, "I'm the reason why this has happened to her."

"Do you really honestly believe that?"

"Yes."

"Well then, you're stupid." Kate snapped and stood up. "You can't blame yourself for everything that happens to her, Christian. Shit happens and you just have to deal with it. Hating yourself because of this will not help Ana in any way. Grow up because when she's out of surgery and wakes up, she's going to need you the most and with you being all mopey and hating everything, it won't help her recover. In fact, it'll make matters worse." She walked away after that and he was alone again.

Christian sat there feeling numb but the tears stopped. He pulled his legs up and leaned his head back against the wall with his eyes remaining shut. His arms rested on his knees and he stayed like that for another half hour. His mind was as blank as a white canvas and he preferred it that way. He didn't want to think. He didn't want to move. It wasn't until his phone began to vibrate did he finally move out of his position. He opened his eyes and fished his phone out of his jean's pocket and didn't bother to look at the caller ID when he answered.

"Grey." He mumbled halfheartedly.

"Sir, it's Ryan."

That was all it took. Christian's eyes were on alert and his posture tensed. Taylor had told him earlier after they wheeled Ana into surgery that Ryan and Reynolds had stayed behind to deal with Hyde. At the time, he didn't pay attention to the details, too worried about his wife but now he was at attention.

"Where is that son of a bitch?" He spat over the phone and his anger was beginning to rise.

There was a slight pause and Christian could hear a couple of unrecognizable voice in the background. There was some movement, maybe a door being opened and then an engine starting. Then Ryan began to speak again, blocking out the other noises, "Hyde is in an ambulance heading to the hospital, sir. He has been cuffed to his bed and has a police escort right now. They should actually be arriving any minute."

Despite giving the news, Christian could tell there was something wrong with his men right away. The way he was talking gave off a nervous vibe. But he ignored it for the moment and let his anger flare, giving a nurse walking by a scare, "What the hell do you mean 'heading to the hospital'? Which hospital is he going to? I will not have this... this man in the same hospital as Ana." His hand curled around the phone.

The noise in the background suddenly disappeared but one voice stuck and this one sounded much like Reynolds. But Ryan continued to speak, "I… I'm sorry sir, there wasn't much I could do. The paramedics were doing their job and that hospital is the closest. But, as much as I hate to say this, sir, there are other important matters we need to discuss." Before giving his boss the chance to release his anger, he continued, "We found something at the house, Mr. Grey. It is a laptop and it belongs to Hyde. Sir… We… we found something."

"Well, spit it out! I haven't gotten all day!" But there was something off on the way he said it. He tried to hide the fear that crept into his voice by his anger but anyone could tell it was there. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and hot, as if someone turned the heater on in the hospital. His hands grew clammy and his hold on his cell phone tightened. What did they find?

"It's… The laptop has many videos of Mrs. Grey, sir. Hyde seemed to be documenting everything he did to her. It shows him physically hurting her in the beginning to the end when we arrived. But sir…"

Now Christian was growing impatient. "Ryan, I swear to god if you don't spit it out..." He left his threat hanging in the air.

A commotion near the doors was heard and he barely glanced up to find a small group of nurses running out of the emergency doors with a bed on wheels by their side. There was another emergency.

Ryan swallowed noisily over the phone and sighed as if he was in pain. "There's a video of Jack Hyde raping Mrs. Grey, sir."

Time seem to have stopped at that moment. Christian's mind went blank and he stared at the wall in front of him. The commotion outside and the everyday noise of the hospital all seemed to blur into the back of his mind. All he could hear were the words being repeated in his mind.

Jack Hyde. Video. Rape. Ana.

As if it was a sign, another nurse walked by, or more so run by, in a hurry to the exit to help her coworkers.

Christian was suddenly on his feet, his phone having fallen to the floor as he stood up. Ryan's faint voice could be heard yelling through the phone but it was forgotten. He didn't think but abruptly started to walk towards the exit doors of the ER room. He heard his family call after him to stop but he ignored them. He wasn't even aware some of them were following him when he pushed past people, ignoring their glares, to the outside.

The sky was still as blue as ever and the white puffy looking clouds looked too cheerful. The sun shone brightly and Christian had to squint but he found what he was looking for. And he was in luck. The ambulance's back doors opened and immediately a police officer hopped out of the vehicle along with a paramedic. The nurses that just arrived at the ambulance began to help the injured man out of the car, trying to help in every way they could. Two police cars were parked behind the ambulance and the officers were getting out of their cars.

And there he was. His short hair shone in the bright light, making him very recognizable. Christian could only see parts of the man with all of the bodies around him but it was enough. The blood visible through the wall of people appeared to be all over him and from where he stood, he couldn't tell if it was the man's or someone else's. He was too far away to make out any wounds.

At that moment, the man looked up and there was evident pain featuring on his face. But as soon as those cold blue eyes found the grey ones starring at him, the pain vanished and something else replaced them. Satisfaction.

Christian never stopped his pace as he continued to walk to where Jack Hyde sat being helped by the nurses. His anger came back instantly and all he saw now was red. He wanted to murder the fucker. He wanted to torture him just as Jack had to his wife. He wanted to make him feel pain until he begged for it to stop. But he wouldn't stop. He wanted that man to suffer. He would do whatever it took to make him wish for death. A death that would never come.

Someone suddenly grabbed onto Christian's arm from behind and gave a sharp pull backwards, causing him to slightly stumble.

"Let me go!" He growled without turning around to see who it was. He tried to pull his arm free but failed miserably.

The person grabbed Christian's other arm and pulled both arms behind his back as if he was restraining him. "No man. I know what you're going to do if you get anywhere near that asshole and I won't allow it." Elliot practically yelled at his brother. He was having problems keeping ahold of him as Christian continued to struggle.

"He tortured her, Elliot!" Christian yelled. His eyes were only on Jack who was trying to watch the scene play out when the nurses forced him to lay down. The cop cuffed him to the bed for no escapement and followed the group of nurses as they begin to go back to the hospital.

"And I know that, man. But if you so much as touch him you'll be thrown into jail." Elliot said and somehow managed to take a step backwards with his brother in tow. "We can't have that happen. Ana needs you here when she wakes up. Save all of this for court."

Christian stopped fighting but his brother still restrained him back and the two watched the group walk past them. Jack looked over at Christian and grinned real big despite having blood all over him and an IV drip in his arm.

When they were no longer in sight, Christian shoved his brother off who stumbled a few steps back. They both straightened up and glared at one another. Despite not doing anything physical, they were both breathing a little heavily.

Without being affected by his glare, Elliot continued, "I know you want to kill him for what he did, man, I get it. But you can't. Especially not here at the damn hospital." He threw his hand out to indicate the building right next to them. "This isn't up to you anymore. The police are involved and just because you're some big CEO of a company don't mean you make the calls."

It was the hard truth, even Christian could see that. The anger subsided some and he rolled his shoulders back to help ease some more. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Seizing the moment, Elliot took a step towards the hospital. "C'mon. I think I saw mom come out of the ER with someone." He held back a small smile when he saw his brother nodded his head and began to walk towards the doors.

A few minutes later, Christian waited in a chair next to Mai and slouched. It had all happened so fast and he was still feeling the urge to track the mother fucker down and give him a taste of his own medicine. He didn't know why he gave in so easily to his brother. On any other day, he wouldn't have. What made today so different? When he looked up from starring at the floor, he knew why.

Grace walked out of the ER doors just then and she had a grimace on her tired face. Carrick stood up instantly and was by her side, whispering to her. But she just shook her head and kept walking to where her son still sat. Her husband followed.

"Christian." Grace managed to get out and came to a stop in front of her son. Everyone remained in their seats and watched the small scene play out. They all tensed.

"Mom." Christian was suddenly on his feet. His heart started to beat faster in his chest and the panic from before was coming back. "What is it? How's Ana?" He took in her face and saw the tears building up in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt like he was about to fall. What happened? Why was she crying?

Suddenly, Grace wrapped her thin arms around her son and whispered to him, "Ana… She's going to be okay. She's out of surgery and she's in the ICU. She's going to be fine."

But there was something off about her. Christian hugged her back tightly as his brain begins to think. If Ana was okay, why was Grace acting like things were? Ana was going to be fine. She was okay… But… was the baby?

"Mom…" He pulled her back and stared her in the eyes. His heart now pounded against his ribs and it was beginning to get painful. "Mom, what about the baby? Is the baby okay?"

Grace stared at him and a tear slide down her face.

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