AN: Sorry for the delay. I had no time to write but I finally had some downtime today and finished the chapter. I am not a doctor or nurse so excuse any mistakes that you might see with his prognosis and treatment.
Ana
"Jamal! Let's go bro!" one of them yells.
I am standing in front of Christians bloody body while the four of them run off into the darkened alley. I scream once more when I see Christian's limp body. I run over to him and fall to my knees and throw myself onto him.
"Christian! Please, don't leave me!" I shout into his bloody shirt.
"Ana," I hear Elliot whimper behind me.
I pick my head up from his shirt and see Elliot limping towards us. Tears are streaming down my face as I bring my eyes back to Christian.
"Please, help us, Elliot," I whimper.
Elliot falls to the ground beside us. His face is etched in pain, and he is clutching his side. His eyes are still screwed shut. He slowly opens his eyes and looks right at me.
"Elliot, are you okay?" I start to panic.
"Yes. Go get help, Ana," He groans.
I shake my head, "I can't leave him," I cry out.
Elliot groans again while he places his head on the ground. He has a massive bruise forming on his face from the beating. I start to panic when I look over at Christian and see he is still unconscious. I take his head into both my hands and look at him wildly.
"Christian!" I shout.
I gently place his head on the ground, and see the gunshot wound to his shoulder and apply pressure. Christian still doesn't stir. I look over at Elliot, and he is quiet, and he is not moving.
"Help! Somebody, please help me!" I yell out.
Tears are still streaming down my face as I apply pressure to his wound and continue to shout out, praying that somebody will hear me. Elliot suddenly groans in pain and starts to stir. My hands are soaked in Christian's blood. I sob into his shirt and yell out once more.
"Hey! Are ya'll alright?" somebody suddenly says.
I whip my head to the sound and sigh in relief when I see three people walking this way.
"Oh My God! Somebody call an ambulance!" one of the girls yells when she spots the pool of blood on the ground.
"Jesus," the guy mumbles before he starts to run out of the alley. He gets to the street when a cop car skids to the curb. I keep putting pressure on his wound and watch as two police officers run over to us with the guy from before.
"Ma'am you need to get back," one of them says. They come over to us and lean down and check Christian's pulse. The other police officer checks on Elliot who is now awake and groaning in pain once more.
"Please, help him," I whimper. I take my hand away from his wound, and the police officer takes over.
"I will. Please, step back," he gestures to the wall.
I nod weakly and walk backward until my back hits the brick wall. I slide down, with tears streaming down my face as I see the officer speak into his radio. He requests an ambulance and checks, Christian, over.
"This is Officer White. We have a male in his early twenties with a gunshot wound to his shoulder with a weak pulse. Another male, same age, with a possible concussion. We need medical assistance, please," he speaks into his radio calmly.
The other police officer is talking to Elliot. He is now sitting up and still clutching his side. He is nodding weakly as the officer continues talking. I squeeze my eyes closed, and I place my hand on my stomach. Please, let him be okay. I can't raise this baby on my own.
I put my head in my hands for a minute and try to breathe deeply. I look up when I hear an ambulance, and a fire truck stops at the end of the alley. I jump to my feet when the medics race towards us. I stare at Christian's still unconscious form as they gently lift him up, and place him on the gurney and attach an oxygen mask onto his face. I race over to him, and one of the medics holds me back.
"Ma'am we need to get him to the hospital. Please, step back," she says firmly.
"No, I can't. I need to be with him," I say in a rush.
"Are you family?" she asks.
"He's my boyfriend. Please, I need to be with him," I beg again.
She sighs and nods her head, "Okay, you can ride with us," she says.
"Thank you," I say as they wheel him to the ambulance. I look back and see that Elliot nods at me and gives me a tired smile before they place him on the gurney. I nod as tears glisten in my eyes. The police officers are taping the area with yellow tape and talking to the people who checked on us.
We get into the ambulance, and I sit down beside Christian while they start working on him. They assess his wound and hook him up to an IV. The two paramedics tell me that they are administering morphine for the pain. I nod and wipe my tears off with the sleeve of my shirt. I look over at him, and he is still sleeping. They have the oxygen mask still on his face to help him breathe. I place my knees up to my chest and circle my arms around them and stare at his sleeping face.
All I can do is wait and pray that he survives as we drive to the hospital.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at Detroit Medical Center. The paramedic opens the back doors to reveal three doctors waiting for us at the entrance of the emergency room. They wheel him out as the physician's rush over to us. The paramedics tell the doctors what his vitals are and what happened. They wheel him into the hospital as I rush over to his side. Before I can get to Christian, one of the doctors halts me. The other doctors are assessing in a hurry as a nurse attaches a bigger blue breathing mask to his face and they squeeze it while the doctors look at his eyes and wound.
"Ma'am, please, he needs to be taken into surgery. You need to wait in the waiting room, and a doctor will let you know what is going on," she says. I nod, and she runs over to them, and they wheel him into the operating room shouting medical jargon that I do not understand.
I slump down in the waiting room chair and whimper. I rub my hands over my jeans, and it's then I notice the blood on my hands, shirt and now on my jeans. I pick up my hands and stare at them in horror. I whimper once again as the reality hits me full force. Christian was shot.
My hands shake while I start to cry into the empty waiting room. I see doctors and nurses run around the emergency room while I weep into my sleeve. I start to get up when a voice halts me in my tracks.
"Ana?"
I look up and see a blurry version of Grace standing near the nurse's desk. I try not to sob as she stares at me in concern. She runs over to me while she throws her stethoscope over her neck. She gasps when she notices my bloody clothes.
"Oh, my darling girl, what happened?" she asks.
She leads me to the chairs and sits down. I try and compose myself.
"Christian," I whisper.
"Christian? What happened honey?" she takes my hands in hers.
I tell her what happened and she looks horrified. I start to cry again as I finish telling her that Christian was shot. Before she can say anything, we hear somebody burst through the front doors, and we both look up to see Addison and Kate run into the room.
"Addison?" Grace says questionable.
She looks over at us with tears running down her face. She breaks down and runs over to us and throws her arms around Grace. Grace coos into her hair as Addison tells her what happened to Elliot. Grace lets her go and rubs her back. She turns to me with red swollen eyes and they widen when she takes in my appearance.
"Oh, my God. Are you hurt?" she runs over to me and looks me over.
"No," I whisper.
"They called me and told me what happened. I am so sorry," she wipes her eyes with her palm.
I bite my lip. I don't know what to say. I don't even know what is going to happen to the love of my life. The father of my unborn child.
I glance at Addison, and it looks like they came straight from a club. She is wearing a long-sleeved gold sequence dress with black tights and black high heels. I look over at Kate, and she must have been with her because she is dressed up as well, but a little bit sluttier. She is wearing a short blue long-sleeved dress with rhinestones and red stilettos. The dress is a little bit provocative for my taste. She is also dressed in a long-sleeved double breasted trench coat to hide some of the dress. She has a too much makeup on, and her hair is in big waves. She is looking around the room awkwardly. She seems to be out of her league, and it gives me a little bit of satisfaction of seeing her uncomfortable.
"Ana, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up," Grace says softly.
I nod and follow them down the hall. Kate hesitates for a second before I hear her high heels clicking on the floor behind me. I sigh and continue to walk behind them. Grace leads us to an empty employee lounge and directs me to a brown sofa. I sit down and wait as Grace finds me some extra clothes. Addison sits beside me and takes my hand into hers. I give her a weak smile, and she reciprocates. Kate sits down on the opposite couch and places her oversized purse beside her.
Grace comes back and hands me some clothes and tells me that I can go ahead and change. She points to a door. I thank her quietly and head over to the bathroom and change. I close the door and turn around to see my reflection in the mirror. My hair is matted to my forehead. The front of my white shirt is completely soaked through with blood and a few spots on my jeans. My eyes are swollen and red from all the crying causing me to start up again. I lean my head back and will myself not to cry. He's going to be okay.
I repeat this a few times before I believe it. I nod in determination and walk to the sink and wash off my hands. I try not to cry when I see the blood go down the drain. I take a deep breath as I scrub my hands with soap and water. When the blood is off, I wash my face and remove my soiled clothes. I put them in a pile by the door and get dressed in the clothes that Grace gave me. Some jeans and a clean T-shirt. I put on some clean socks and put on some white slip on shoes that nurses always wear when they are working. I put my hair in a ponytail and walk out of the bathroom.
Grace, Addison, and Kate are talking quietly on the sofa. Grace gets up when I walk towards them. She tells me that she had received an update and said that Christian is still in surgery and that Elliot is awake and doing fine except for a mild concussion and bruising to his stomach, face and chest. I look over at Addison, and she looks relieved but gives me a weak smile. Kate has a small smile on her face as the looks at Addison.
Grace tells us that we can go back to the waiting room. I agree, and we all get-up and walk over there. I sit down on the uncomfortable chair, and all I can do is wait. Please, let him be okay.
A few hours later, a doctor in a white coat walks into the waiting room.
"Christian Grey?" he looks up from his clipboard.
I notice Grace tense slightly. I frown but don't think much of it considering everything that has happened. I jump to my feet and walk over to him. "Is he okay?" I ask apprehensively.
Grace and Addison both place their hands on my shoulders. Kate went to grab something to eat.
The doctor tells me that he made it through surgery and that they are now transferring him to a recovery room. He tells me that the bullet hit his shoulder, but luckily it didn't hit any arteries. They removed the bullet and patched him up, and placed his arm into a sling. The doctor informed me that he will likely need some rehabilitation and that they are giving him antibiotics to prevent an infection. Tears are leaking out of my eyes when he finishes talking.
"Thank you," I murmur.
He nods and speaks to Grace for a minute about Elliot and walks away. I breathe a sigh of relief that he is going to be okay. I wipe my eyes with my hand as Grace tells me that I am allowed to see him for a while. I nod gratefully and follow her to his room on the second floor. Addison gives me a hug before going to check on Elliot. I thank her for sitting with me through Christian's surgery before she follows Kate, who is now back, to the end of the hall.
When we get to his room, I push the door open and see Christian laying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. He is wearing a hospital gown, and I spot white gauze taped to his injured shoulder, and his arm is supported in a sling. The doctor says it will take a few hours for him to wake up. I walk to his side and take hold of his hand, trying not to touch his IV line.
"I will let you have some time alone with him. Do you need anything Ana?" Grace says softly.
I shake my head no, and she nods. She squeezes my shoulder and tells me that she will be back soon. She stares at Christian for a moment with a strange expression. She leaves the room after giving me a comforting smile and closes the door quietly. I sit there and stare at his beautiful face. He's a little pale with dark circles under his eyes. His copper hair is sticking up like it always does. A small smile tugs at my lips as I run my hand through his soft hair. I carefully lean down and place my head on his pillow. A lone tear slips out of the corner of my eye as I watch him sleep, grateful that he made it.
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