*****This is a work of fiction! I do not own the characters, they belong to EL James. The story line details belong to me.****
It seemed like time dragged on as I waited for information about Ana. My dad had called my brother and sister to let them know where we were. So of course the waiting room was filled with Elliott, Mia, Kate, my dad, Taylor and Sawyer. Sawyer had gone up to the nurse's desk every so often to see if there was any new news about Ana. I was dying on the inside knowing that something like this was going to do more harm than good.
"Mr. Grey," I heard my name being called by an unfamiliar voice.
"Yes," I said as I looked up to see a nurse standing a little in front of me.
"I came down to let you know how Mrs. Grey was doing," she replied as she looked in my direction.
"And," I said losing my patience.
"Our team has gotten her semi-stable. She," she pauses and then looks down at her chart before continuing, "I think we should talk in private," she finishes.
"What?" Kate blurts out.
"Come on, were all family here," Mia exclaims hastily.
"Sawyer, keep a watch on them. Taylor," I call out.
"Sir," he says.
"Let's go," I state trying to keep it together as we follow the nurse down the hall into a small room.
"Mrs. Grey is in a medical induced coma. She had a large amount of Thallium in her system. The amount of it was extremely high, more than enough to kill a large group of people," she was speaking but her words fell on deaf ears all I cared about was Ana and the baby.
"What about the baby?" I questioned. Taylor seemed to turn toward me now with his full attention. Great one Grey!
"Luckily right now the baby is fine. We believe Mrs. Grey should make a full recovery but that all depends on her. She is very malnourished and it was a large dose. We have started her on the antidote Prussian Blue. Hopefully it will wipe the toxin out of her system with no long term damage," she says looking to me for any questions.
"So are you saying there could be something wrong with Ana down the way?" I questioned as she turned to leave.
"We're not sure as of right now Mr. Grey," she replied as she walked away. My heart broke into a thousand pieces upon hearing that there could be something terribly wrong with my innocent Ana. What have I done?
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Great that bitch is still alive! How many times to I have to try and get rid of her? She should have been long dead by now. Of course Grey has upped security and there is no way to get to her right now. What is it going to take to make him pay for everything he has taken from me? I really thought all I had to do was intimate him, but that doesn't seem to be working.
I need to step up my plan! Jose was a dud, now who can I use to get rid of Mrs. Grey. I need to find someone close enough that they would never think of them as being after her. Who would have access to her without any questions?
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My head hurts like hell, and my body feels like it is on fire. I can barely remember what I was last doing. Everything is just so darn fuzzy. Think Ana what was I doing. I remember seeing my dad, and then being called into Dr. Greene's office, Shit! Christian and I are fighting.
Right, I was pregnant with Christian's baby and he threw me out. How long has it been? Thinking is making my head hurt. That's when I hear faint voices.
"Mom, how is she?" Christian asks. I can hear so much heartache in his voice.
"Ana, is doing better. The antidote seems to be working, but we're still unsure of any side effects from the poison," Grace says as I zone out.
That's news to me. I was poisoned, who would do something like that to me. I get a fuzzy picture in my head. Jose and me, we had gone to 50's for drinks. Yes, I had some wine that I hardly touched, but I seemed to down the water. Gosh I was so thirsty, it seemed like I hadn't had anything thing to drink even though I had been drinking the whole time.
What was Jose and I talking about? He had told me about his photography, and then I began to feel sick. Yes, I wasn't feeling well and my head hurt. Then what did I do, Sawyer and me in the bathroom. Ugh! The rest is gone. Damn it, why can't I open my eyes.
"Ana, I am so sorry," I hear Christian whispering to me. I just want to jump into his arms.
"Any news," Kate asks. Kate my good friend, gosh I wish I could see the look on her face right now.
"They are just saying that they have her in a medical induced coma until they see if there are any long term effects of the poison in her system. Kate who would do this to her," he asks sourly.
"I don't know Grey," she replies back. His whole family had come in to see me at some point throughout the day and well into the evening. This was a routine that went on for several days, hell maybe even months.
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Ana has been in a coma now for about two months. My mom has finally said that they were going to see if she would begin to wake up on her own. My family and I have been in to see her almost every day. I am so thankful that Ros has been able to handle most of the aspects of Grey house while I have been away. Don't get me wrong Grey House is my work, but Ana is my life and if I lost her there would no reason to even worry about work.
Ana has barely begun to show. Mom and dad know about the little baby, but to keep both Ana and the baby safe I haven't told anyone else. Her Dr. is the only other person who knows, not even her attending nurse knows. I want her to be safe and if that means keeping people in the dark than that is what I am going to do.
It's been almost four hours since the Doctor's have been in and said that she's no longer was in her coma. This meant that she should wake up, please let her wake up I plead in my mind. I need her to wake up. I take her hand and rub little circles on her knuckles.
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I am feeling less sleepy even though my head is still splitting. I just hope that little baby was doing well if only I knew where I was or even how long I had been sleeping. I feel I something rubbing on my hand. I struggle to open my eyes and when I am able to just barely squint the sight before gives me hope.
Christian has his head down on the bed and is rubbing circles on my hand.
"Christian," I barely rasp out as he head slowly lifts up. He has red eyes and dark circles under then. It looks as if he hasn't slept in weeks.