Two weeks later
The swelling on Christian's brain has gone down and the doctors are finally taking him out of his induced coma. It's hard for Phoebe to understand but Teddy is doing his best to soothe her at night by reading her bed time stories which usually Christians job. I feel bad for not being with Phoebe and Teddy as often as I can but Christian needs me by his bedside. I know he'd do the same for me.
Over the last two weeks Taylor has explained what happened to my husband. He was on the phone typing and email while walking down the stairs at the office and tripped and fell down ten steps hitting his head numerous of times. His skull is fractured and he has many of numerous bruises and cuts he cracked three ribs aswel but they're the least of his worries.
It's funny when I used to picture women's husbands having "accidents" at work I always pictured them husbands working on a building site or something, but no, accidents can happen at just a normal day at the office.
I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like ten years to look into the grey eyes of my dear Christian. I know there's still a lot of recovery time for a brain injury but we'll get through it. I'll get through it as long as I have my Christian Grey.
Doctor Redmond pulls me out of yet another day dream by tugging on my arm.
"Mrs Grey are you ready?" He ask's looking pleased as he see's the smile spread across my face. Ive asked Grace to join me in welcoming Christian back after all he is her son, and I know how I'd feel if it was Teddy.
"Now remember Mrs Grey this might not be successful" The good doctor warns not to get my hopes up.
"But you said theres a good chance? Right? It might happen?" I ask thinking that somethings being kept from me.
"Yes Mrs Grey there's a good chance" His smile is reassuring and I hold on hope to that.
Doctor Redmond steps around aside Christian pulling at tube's and injecting into I.V's he looks so helpless as they pull and tug as gently as possible. Grace lets me know everything there doing everytime they do it. The last thing to do is remove his breathing tube, so he can speak but he'll more than likely need a drink of water first only small sips though. He'll only be allowed small sips. Each second feels like ten minutes and I grow more and more impatient.
"Why isn't anything happening" I almost demand feeling a tad bit guilty for be moody, and almost seconds later. Grey eyes meet blue.
He coughs a little and looks momentarily confused. I come closer and sit in the chair beside him as Grace clasps her hands together in prayer.
"Oh God Christian, Your awake, Oh thank god Baby" I sob and grab hold of his hand but am shocked when he pulls it away. It takes a while for me register the look on his face but when I do it hits me like a ton of bricks. Confusion. He doesn't recognise me. Doctor Redmond catches up on this as does Grace.
I try again.
"Christian, its me? Ana? Your wife?" at this he laughs and then a pang of pain crosses his face as he clutches his ribs. He opens his mouth to speak we all wait.
"Apologise Ma'am but my brother has obliviously *cough* put you up to this *cough* and you can let my incoherent brother know that its not funny and I don't nor will I ever have a wife"
His words slice through me like glass and I quickly want to run from the room. I look down at my wedding band and then look at Christians he spots this and laughs even further coughing along the way.
"God Elliot you're good" he whispears to himself as he tosses the ring from his finger onto the nighstand like it's nothing. My heart breaks.
"You can leave now Mrs…?" before I have a chance to scream Mrs Grey MY NAME IS MRS ANASTASIA GREY! the doctor interrupts.
"Christian why do you think you're here?" the doctor looks interested to find out.
Christian draws his eyes away from me where I'm falling apart to look the doctor in the eye.
"I'm scheduled to get my appendix out tomorrow… What the hell is going on this is getting ridiculous" he's getting frustrated now. I can tell. I can always tell.
"Christian you got youre appendix removed in 2009?... Christian its 2025" Graces voice pipes up from the end of the bed.
Christian goes through this in his head and then grabs at the newspaper to check the date on his nightstand along side the abandoned wedding ring. He flicks on the t'v as if the newspaper wasn't enough to convince him. This is too hard to watch I need to leave and right on cue Taylor walks in.
"Taylor…" Christian's voice fades away as he catches the glimpses of grey in Taylors hair more proof of the time passing him by.
Taylors eyes alight when he see's Christian in the awake in the hospital bed, its as if he's met a long lost friend.
"What year is it Taylor and don't lie to me?" Christian demands going into full CEO mode.
"2025 Sir…"
"Is that my wife Taylor?" Christian asks frustration and anger soaked in his voice. Why is he angry. Was he this angry when we first met?... Yes, Yes he was because he was broken then and I fixed him. Can you fix something that's been broken so many times? I wondered to myself.
"Yes, This is Mrs Anastasia Grey" Taylor introduced me to my husband and to be honest he seemed like a prick.