Eyes fluttering open a frown formed on Ana's features. God everything hurt. Taking in her surrounding she frowned more, she had no idea how she got here. Last thing she remembered was getting into the lift in Escala. Lifting her right hand her eyes widened slightly seeing it was in a cast. So he did break her hand. Sighing to herself she let her hand drop back on the bed before she then went to move her left hand, but stopped seeing Christian fast asleep in the chair next to her bed, arms folded on the bed, his head resting down on them as he slept. He didn't look very comfortable but at the same time he looked so peaceful. She didn't want to wake him. Gently moving the bed sheet off her legs she moved her legs over the side of the bed before carefully moving to her feet. She needed to stretch her legs. She felt so stiff. Making sure Christian was still asleep she grabbed her IV stand before she made small steps, heading over to the window. It was a dull and gloomy evening. The rain just pouring down. She frowned slightly to herself, not even knowing what day it was. How long had she been in here? How long had she been asleep?

Eyes opening, Christian lifted his head slightly and rubbed his eyes before looking to the bed. Not seeing Ana there, he instantly panicked and got to his feet but relief soon washed over him as he saw her stood over by the window. "Anastasia…" He breathed looking over to her. "You should be in bed…" He whispered as he slowly made his way over to her. He'd been waiting two days for her to wake up. When she didn't wake up at first, Christian panicked but the doctor and Grace kept reassuring him that she would wake up in her own time. And here she was, his beautiful, stubborn wife, freshly waken and up and out of bed already. He wanted to tell her off but he refrained from doing so. He didn't know what kind of mood she would be in after what happened to her.

"I needed to stretch my legs…" She mumbled her voice hoarse and dry before she looked back to him briefly before looking back out to the window. "I didn't want to wake you."

Making his way over to her he stood next to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore…angry…scared…confused…" She looked to Christian for a second before looking ahead of herself once more. "The list is endless."

Christian's heart broke hearing her. "Oh Ana…" He whispered and went to move his arms around her but stopped as she stepped away from him and held her hands up in defence.

"Please don't…" She whispered, tears pooling her eyes.

"Baby I'm not going to hurt you…" He reassured her.

"I know." She whispered before sighing. "Everything just…hurts…the thought of being touched right now…" She trailed off and shook her head. "I just can't…"

Christian's heart broke even more. Jack hurt her so much that she couldn't bear to be touched, even by him. Holding his own hands up in defence to her, he stepped forward to her; gently taking her left hand in his he pulled out her engagement and wedding ring and gently slid them back onto her finger before he gently kissed her hand.

Ana's breath hitched as he took her hand, watching as he put her rings back on before she looked to him. "How long have I been out?" She whispered to him.

"Two days." He whispered back to her.

"I'm sorry."

At her apology Christian frowned a little in confusion. "Sorry for what?" He asked looking to her, still keeping a hold of her hand gently seeing as this was currently the only contact she could actually bear and she wasn't pulling away from him.

"That you can't touch me yet…"

"Don't apologise. If anything…I don't want to end up hurting you, especially if you're sore…" He whispered to her as he looked to her before he gently cupped her face in his hands and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Ana felt like pulling away but she didn't. She wasn't scared of him. She knew he wouldn't hurt her but she couldn't really distinguish where her pain was coming from. Her whole body was hurting. She felt like one big, battered bruise. Closing her eyes briefly she then looked to him. "Is Sawyer…" She began, not being able to finish her question in fear of what might be the outcome.

"Sawyer will be fine." He whispered down to her.

"There was so much blood…he wasn't moving…"

"I know." He whispered before kissing her head once more. "But he'll be fine." He reassured her. "When you are feeling better we will go up and see him."

"I stabbed Jack…" She confessed, not being able to look him in the eye.

"I know. He's here…"

Ana's face dropped as she moved away from him, nearly falling over her IV stand. "W.. ?" She stuttered looking to him. The thought of being in the same building as that man made her feel sick. She didn't want to be here.

"You're safe." He promised to her as he cautiously stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "He has twenty four hour guards watching him and he's handcuffed to the bed. He won't get anywhere near you."

"I want to go home." She declared looking to him. "I can't be here. Not with him in here…" She whispered looking to Christian. "Please take me home." She begged looking to him.

Christian looked to her. How he wanted nothing more than to take her home. "We'll have to wait and see what the doctor says…" He whispered to her before he gently cupped her face once more. "I won't let anything happen to you." He promised her. "Nothing like that is ever going to happen again."

Clinging onto his shirt with her left hand, Ana let out a shaky breath as she nodded a little. "Please don't leave me…"

"I'm not." He promised. "I'm staying right here until I can get you back home."

"I'm sorry for going out with Kate…"

"Don't be." Christian cut in looking to her before sighing. "You were safer in that bar than you were in our own home." He sighed. "I was mad." He admitted before gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. "But when I saw you taken…I was mad at myself…and when I got your rings and tooth…" He choked out the last part as he looked to her. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

Ana looked to him, her heart breaking before she then took a breath and took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm right here." She whispered to him. How she wanted to just jump into his arms and hold him but she just couldn't.

"Please get back into bed…" He whispered to her. It was a plea, a beg.

Ana looked to him before she then nodded a little as she slowly made her way back to the bed. She knew Christian was right behind her but at the same time keeping his distance so he didn't touch her. Climbing back into the bed she relaxed back against the pillow before wincing slightly, her hand moving to her ribs.

"Are you alright?" Christian asked hearing her wince.

Ana nodded a little. "Just hurts…"

"You have two broken ribs and others are bruised…"

Ana looked to him before she took a breath before looking to her broken hand.

"How did he do that?" He asked softly.

"He stomped on it…" She whispered keeping her eyes locked on her hand. "He was burning my hip…I tried to push him away so he burnt my hand then stomped on it…"

Christian clenched his jaw, his eyes closing briefly before he then looked to her. "Let me go and get a doctor…see when we can get you home."

Ana just nodded a little to him, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Christian looked to her before he then opened the door, seeing Taylor stand up he offered him a small smile. "Can you go and get a doctor? She's awake."

"Of course Mr Grey." Taylor responded as he went off.

Christian went back into the room; it was late so everyone had gone back to the hotel to get some sleep. Going back over to Ana, he moved and sat on the edge of her bed and gently took her hand in hers. "There's something I need to tell you…" He whispered to her. He had to tell her that she was pregnant before the doctor did.

Looking to Christian, Ana looked to their hands before she frowned a little as she heard him. "What?" She asked, although she was terrified of his answer. It didn't sound good. She sensed something was wrong.

Christian looked to her. "Ana you're pregnant."

Ana's face drained of colour as she looked to him. Frowning she shook her head. "I can't be. I have the shot. I'm due another appointment soon."

"You missed the appointment." He whispered through gritted teeth. "You're a week late with your appointment."

Ana looked to him. She didn't like his tone. Pulling her hand back from his she clenched her jaw. "You think I got pregnant on purpose." It wasn't a question. She could tell that was running through his mind.

Christian sighed as he looked to his wife. "I just thought we both agreed we would wait to have children and now with this happening to you..."

"And we did agree. Funny enough this pregnancy is quite a shock to me considering I was tortured two days ago and have been unconscious since." She snapped looking to him before she shook her head. "Just go." She whispered as she rubbed her forehead a little with her good hand. She couldn't look at him right now. He really thought she would get pregnant on purpose? She couldn't believe him right now. Did he really think that little of her?

Christian frowned before sighing. "Ana…"

"No Christian." She cut in looking to him. "I want you to go. I want to be on my own." She told him as she turned away from him, wincing as she did so before curling up. How could he possibly think that she got pregnant on purpose? She wasn't ready to be a mother! She was so angry at him right now. After everything she had been through with Hyde. She didn't need this from him right now. She needed her husband. Not him accusing her of getting pregnant on purpose!

Christian sighed a little as he got up from the bed. "I'll be outside if you need me." He whispered to her before he obeyed her wishes and left the room. He didn't want to make her even more angry. Gently closing the door behind him as he went over and sat in one of the seats, running his fingers through his hair slightly before looking up as he saw a doctor go into Ana's room. He wanted to be in there with her so badly. Getting up from the seat he looked to Taylor. "Keep an eye on her." He told him. "I'm going to get some fresh air." He told him before he then moved his hands into his pockets as he headed out into the Seattle night, letting the cold, wet air hit his face. Now that Ana knew about the baby he felt angry again. They just weren't ready. He knew she didn't get pregnant on purpose but he still felt angry about it. He knew he wouldn't be a good dad. How could he be? He was fifty shades of fucked up. Sighing to himself he began to walk. He needed to clear his head.

When the doctor left her, Ana felt numb. He went through all her injuries, most of the burns she didn't even know she had. And then he mentioned her being pregnant. But unlike her husband the doctor explained that she was six to seven weeks and her shot had run out early. Christian knew that yet he still accused her of getting pregnant on purpose. She was so hurt and angry with him right now. He knew her shot ran out early yet he still thought she got pregnant on purpose. Wiping her eyes quickly as a tear rolled down her cheek she just curled up in the bed, wrapping the bed sheet around herself tightly, bringing it up over her head a little. The nightmare wasn't ending right now.