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Chapter Twelve

Christian's POV

Two days. It had been two days since Ana had been rescued and brought to the hospital to recover. Two days she had been unconscious. Two days Christian had not left her side.

Time seemed to move very slowly in the hospital. The family had gone home to rest since things were under control but they visited at least once a day and told Taylor, since Christian was having a hard time coping, that if there had been any change to immediately call them. Carla had flown up to be with her daughter but she was currently visiting Ray in his own room. Ray had visited a few times and shared a couple of words with his son-in-law before leaving to go back to his own room to recover. All the while, Taylor never left his boss's side. He had Sawyer doing all of the errands and to even dissect the laptop they retrieved from Jack Hyde's hiding spot.

For the past two days, Christian barely slept or ate. He was either doing work to stay busy or sat in the chair next to his wife and starred off into space, muttering occasionally to himself. Taylor had tried to get his boss to go walk around or to eat something, but to no avail. The only real emotion he got from him was when Sawyer had sent a copy of all of the video's to his boss. Christian had almost fought his own security and the police to get to where Jack Hyde was bunkered down.

Christian had repeatedly watched the videos, his mood faltering worse than it was before and he would fall into a silent mood. He continued to torture himself and blamed himself for the whole mess. But, at the same time, he was dissecting the video. It held no sound but he watched the movements and tried to pick up any information that would help hold in court. They already had enough evidence to sentence Jack to life in prison but Christian tried to look for more. He tried to keep his anger down at certain parts but there had been times he had to walk away. He knew he was going to have to pay for the few holes his fist had left in the walls but he didn't worry too much about it.

Tonight had been no different than the rest of them. It was nearing two o'clock am and Christian rested his head on the bed, starring up at his wife. He held her hand tightly in his own and tried for a smile even though she was asleep.

"I'm sorry, Ana." He whispered and for what felt like the millionth time for the past week, felt his eyes fill up with tears. "I wish none of this had happened to you. I wish we hadn't fought that night. I wish I didn't yell at you and leave you. I should have stayed for you. I'm sorry. It's my fault all of this had happened and I'm never going to forgive myself. I'm so sorry, baby. But please, please open your eyes." He knew nothing would happen even though he was hoping. He continued on and a few tears escaped and slid down his cheeks and fell onto the sheets of the bed. "I love you, baby. I will always love you. Please wake up, Ana."

A couple of hours passed by and Christian stood up from his place. He retrieved his hand from Ana's and leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She didn't stir. He brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face and gave a half smile. She always looked beautiful when she slept. And at ease.

Slowly, he turned around and walked over to the bathroom. After using the restroom, he washed his hands and then splashed water onto his face. When he looked up into the mirror, he saw himself for the first time in the few days he hadn't left his wife's side. From the bathroom's light, he slightly flinched away from his own reflection. This had been one of the first times he had ever seen himself like this. He had a five o'clock shadow that was already scruffy and dark purple bags under his tired grey eyes. His hair was a mess and he still wore the same clothes from the day they found Ana, minus the bloody shirt in which he had changed into a new one brought by Sawyer.

He quickly turned away from the mirror and pushed away from the sink. He walked around the corner and stopped, watching his wife sleep. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere, he turned around and headed for the door. He was tired, dead tired to be exact but he couldn't sleep. So as soon as he got out of Ana's room, he took a left in the dimly lit hallways on his way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee led him there. He quickly made himself a cup and retreated back to the room he was just in. The hallways had been completely deserted and it was quiet.

Sitting down on his chair, he took a long drink from the warm beverage and put the cup on the side table before he took Ana's hand into his own. He gently rubbed circles on her hand and starred out the window. The curtains were pulled aside to show the night sky and all of the faint lights miles away. Before he had time to get comfortable in his chair and maybe doze for a minute or two, he heard something different.

"Mmm."

Christian's head snapped to the noise and his eyes slightly widened as Ana moved her head a little to the left. Her brow furrowed and it looked like she was having trouble opening her eyes. The heart monitor then started to go off, startling him.

"Ana?"

Ana's POV

It was like trying to run through a big pool of molasses at the same time as a heavy fog pushing down on me. My head felt heavy and I couldn't move any of my limbs. This wasn't like any other day waking up in my bed. There was something in my system. Whatever it was was making me groggily and weak. Jack must have drugged me with something again. But, what is he going to do to me this time?

Fear filled me and I could feel my heart go crazy in my chest. I tried my damnest to open my eyes to figure out where I was. I needed to know where I was. I wasn't sitting in that chair, bound to it like I had been previously. And I wasn't lying on that mattress inside the room. Whatever I was laying on was soft and comfortable. Safe even. But nothing was safe with Jack around.

Where was Jack? I tried to listen for his movements or his breathing or his voice, but there was nothing except for a weird beeping noise that sounded rather close by. That didn't make me feel any better. Where had he taken me this time? Where was he? If only I could open my eyes… I tried with all of my might but ended up with a negative result. God why couldn't I open my eyes?

I frowned and continued to open my eyes. I never realized how much effort it was to do something so simple. But giving a few more seconds, I felt them flutter open. At first, I saw nothing but darkness. As fear continued to pulse through me, things started to take shape.

My frown deepened considerably as I recognize some of the things. There was a TV on the wall directly in front of me and a cross with Jesus on the same wall a few feet away. With a slight turn of my head, I saw a window with the curtains pulled aside and noticed it was night. Where was I? This wasn't the room I was last in. Did Jack take me to a different place? Fear nearly engulfed my brain. How was Christian going to find me if we moved places?

"Ana?"

My head flickered to the other side at the sound of my name. I immediately regretted it and felt a rush in my head. I took a deep breath to try to stop the dizzy spell but by breath hitched for a second. My eyes focused on the other side of the room and fear coursed through me. There was a man sitting next to my bed and he looked familiar. He was in need of a shave and his hair was a mess, sticking up in all different places. His clothes from what I could make out were rumpled like he had slept in them. And his face. His face was filled with worry and fear. His grey eyes were wide and reflected the same as the emotions on his face.

At first, I couldn't tell who he was. My brain was fighting with the weird feeling still in my system and the fear of where I was and where Jack was, was at bay. I stared at him for a second longer and watched him slightly frown. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, realization dawned on me and my eyes immediately filled with tears. Before I had time to blink, they spilled out and raced down my cheeks and they wouldn't stop.

"C-Christian?" I whispered as recognition came to me. The fear was slowly being replaced by a different emotion and it was getting suddenly harder to breath. My frown disappeared and my whole body began to shake. I tried to sit up but it was a struggle and before I could get far with it, I felt two strong and warm hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me back down.

"Don't get up, baby." He whispered and I looked up into his eyes and stopped struggling. I laid back down and my husband sat down on the bed next to me. He took one of my hands into his and his lips brushed across my knuckles. "How are you feeling?" He asked me and the worry outweighed any other emotion. He looked scared when he asked but I couldn't find the words to ask why.

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks. "C-Christian." I whispered again and my voice cracked. I ignored his question and couldn't think. My chest tightened and I began to hiccup as I breathed. My hand tightened around his as best as I could manage and I tried to pull him to me in a desperate attempt.

But before he moved an inch to me or say anything or do anything, I felt the familiar feeling, the fog still in my head, start to pull me away. I tried to fight it but I was too weak and before I knew it, my hand went limp in his and I closed my eyes, letting the darkness claim me once again.

Christian's POV

At first he was rejoicing that his wife had woken up but then panicked as she fell unconscious within two minutes of waking up. Quickly, he got off of the bed and pressed the nurse's button, knowing they would be here in a couple of minutes. They knew better than to answer back into the call.

Christian stayed standing and kissed the back of her hand before laying her hand back on the bed. He turned around and walked a few feet away from the bed and was about to exit the room when a young and blonde nurse walked quickly into the room. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five years old and was dressed in her light pink hospital scrubs.

"What is it, Mr. Grey?" She politely whispered. Even in the dark, he could tell her eyes were a light green.

He didn't recognize her from earlier, so she must be on a graveyard shift but he ignore it and said in a soft tone, "My wife woke up for a minute but then fell unconscious…" He trailed off, for once too tired to know what else to say. He looked down at her name tag and found the little words Jess starring back at him. He looked back up and for once, felt completely useless.

The nurse, Jess gave him a small smile and stepped around him and walked over to Ana, checking all of her tubes and the machine that was hooked up to her. Talking over her shoulder, she asked him, "Did Mrs. Grey say anything?"

"Just my name."

She nodded her head and after a minute turned around to face him. "Her vitals are looking good and it shows that her heart rate accelerated a bit from when she woke up. She was probably scared and didn't know where she was. And with the medication she's on, she probably just fell back asleep." She smiled once again and walked back over to him. "This is a good sign, Mr. Grey. She is starting to wake up from her deep sleep so maybe by morning she'll fully wake up."

Christian nodded and a small hope flared up in his chest. "Thank you." He whispered and she nodded her head, smiled, and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. He walked over to his chair once again and sat down. He smiled a little bit and placed his hand in Ana's again and leaned in the chair. He closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer out that his love would fully wake up tomorrow.

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