*****This is a work of fiction! I do not own the characters, they belong to EL James. The story line details belong to me.****

Ana

I watched helplessly as the doctors frantically worked on Christian. Grace had already had Taylor take the children out of the room. I wasn't in it either, but standing on the outside watching everything unfold through a glass window. My heart was racing the whole time that they were zapping him. I mean how much surge power do you really need. Grace was holding my hand as we looked on together; wife and mother.

It took the team of Doctors and nurses 5 long excoriating minutes to get his heart started again. They didn't look too happy even when they got it going. One of the Doctors had called for a machine to see if there was any damage internally. Grace said something about internal bleeding or something.

"Mrs. Grey, Dr. Grey," one of the doctors said as he exited Christian's room.

"Yes," we both said at the same time. He looked a little amused.

"We have got him stable for the time being, but he isn't out of the woods just yet. Things are still touch and go with him, but luckily there wasn't any internal bleeding," he said calmly.

"Then what happened?" I questioned a little tensed.

"A blood clot had traveled close to his heart, but once we injected him with a thinner it dissipated. That is what we are going to have to watch is for further clots," he states as one of the nurses walks out of the room.

"So, he should be okay," Grace asks as she motions to him.

"Yes," he says as he passes the chart to her. She takes several minutes to look it over and then hands it back to him. He walks away from us leaving me puzzled as to why she wanted the chart, but don't ask. I just walk right back into his room and pull my chair back over to him. The CNA in the room begins to say something, but then just stops. I slowly reach out and grab onto Christian's hand once again. I lie my head down and fall asleep. I don't know how long I was out for or anything else.

I was happy in my dreams because my life was much easier and simpler. I was Ana Rose Steele Grey the wife of Christian Trevelyn Grey. We were happy and in love. There wasn't anything holding us back or preventing us from having a normal life. I was really enjoying this life, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing someone calling my name. I was losing grip on my husband's hand as he began to vanish in front of me. I woke up screaming for Christian and startling Carrick in the process. He just looked stunned to see me in such a strange way.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he says as he helps me sit up. He hands me a cup and then places a tea bag on the table beside me. I loved that all of the Grey's knew how I liked my tea.

"Thank you," I say as I place the bag in the water and begin to pull it in and out of the water.

"I think you should make the statement about what has happened," he says pulling my hands into his.

"Flynn said," I started was cut off by him.

"I think that the time has come for you to come out of the shadows and live your life. If there is a chance that my son doesn't make it through this, you should be able to move on with your life. I know Christian usually handles these things, but this is one time he needs you to be strong," he says as he softly pulls me into a hug.

I cling to him as I cry for everything that has been going on in our lives. I cry for Christian and the pain he is going through right now. I weep for our love and hope that it is enough to keep him here with me and our two children. After crying for who knows how long I nod my head.

"Okay," I say softly into his shoulder. I felt so lost.

"Good, I think this will help you a lot," he says as he helps me to stand and then he stands up beside me. He walks me back to my room and leaves me with Grace.

"Sweetie, I know this is hard, but he is strong," she says as she pulls me into a hug.

"I know," I say as I pull on the outfit that was laid out for me on the bed. It wasn't anything expensive, but just my style. It was a simple sundress with black flats and a white sweater.

"Okay, Ros has set up a small little podium just outside the entrance to the hospital to keep the vultures out of it. She will be right beside of you the whole time," Grace says as we stop just inside of the hospital doors. I can already see all the people lined up waiting to hear what all the juicy details. I take a deep breath and walk out to Ros and step up to the microphone. I realize that I am so nervous, why did I think I could do this.

"Welcome," I say nervously as the lights flash in front of me. I take a deep breath and begin to think of what to say.

"It'll be alright," I hear Elliot say as he places his hand on my shoulder and I turn slightly to see the whole family behind me.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen of the press. I know you're all dying to hear what is behind this press conference and I am going to tell you. My name is Ana Grey, I died five years ago. Well I didn't really die; I just faked my death because someone was out to kill me. I have been living under a false identity during this time," I begin and stop to think, I have gotten the attention of every reporter in front of me.

"I realized that when Christian and my apartment was bombed that I had to put an end to things. It seemed like the perfect plan. I could fake my death by dying due to complications of birth or that of the collapsing of our apartment. Christian and I have been living with our two children at our current home for the last five years. During that time we have been able to live normally and enjoy our lives. Yesterday at our daughter's birthday party my husband was assaulted by an old family friend, and he was shot," I take a moment to gather myself up, but the tears are falling down my cheeks and I am finding it hard to breath.

"My brother was attacked and shot by this person. The shot hit an artery and he is in critical condition right now. Doctors are very positive and say he should make a full recovery, but right now it is touch and go. Our family right now needs all the prayers and support that we can get, but we also need our privacy. Thank you so very much," he says as he ushers me back into the hospital leaving Ros to handle the rest of the conference.

"Do you feel any better?" Grace questions me. I nod my head as I head back to Christian's room. As I enter the room I notice that he seems to have more color to his face. He wasn't so pale.

"Mrs. Grey, he is doing well. We're keeping an eye out for any clots," the CNA says as she hands me a blanket and I pull up my chair to rest beside my husband. Hopefully things were going to start looking up from here.

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