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A/N: SO I know a lot of you are asking about Ana's pain in her side – just wait and see what's planned ;) I wouldn't be dragging it out if I was clueless... That pain has been a pain in my muse's side since deciding to write this story LOL

Thank you for the response and enjoy!

Fifty Degrees of Love – Chapter Thirteen

"I think we need a word," Taylor commented as he cornered Christian. He might be still beaten and bruised but, Jason Taylor was back at work against everyone's orders.

"Where's Gail?" Christian attempted to deflect the moment. He picked at his breakfast as if he had no appetite – which he didn't.

"She's going through the pantry to do a big shop so don't change the subject," Taylor told him and slammed his hands down onto the counter and was surprised by the fact that he didn't exacerbate any of his constant pains. "I want you to face up to what you did last night."

"I did nothing wrong," Christian denied, not giving eye contact.

Taylor give a disbelieving sigh, "Leila fucking Williams of all people," Taylor exclaimed in a low, terrifying tone. "You couldn't have made it someone you didn't know."

"I don't know her," Christian stated, not withholding all of the smugness from his expression.

"I bet she told you though," Taylor assumed and he saw the guilt begin to swim into Christian's vision. "I know all about Leila Williamson and I hope you trust me enough to believe me that she is a piece of work." He watched Christian look at him intently, "She is mentally unstable and I don't doubt for one second that given the chance she would pounce on you regardless of whether you remembered your wife or not."

"I just needed control," Christian attempted to justify his actions.

"Don't you think Ana needs some control as well?" Taylor barked back, his tone still low and accusatory. "Christ, Christian, she lost you and her marriage in one swift hit and if anyone I feel for her most. I don't feel an ounce of pity for you when you act like you do. I feel for the woman that cries over you and you don't deserve her. You did but, when you push her and torture her like you have, I don't think you deserve even a tiny piece of her devotion."

Christian's eyes might as well have heated up with how the anger was penetrating through every piece of him and he slammed his hands down and stood up, "You don't know anything!"

"I know you though, Christian," Taylor narrowed his gaze, pointed his finger and didn't withhold on any of his aggression. "I knew the you, you were before Ana, before a lot of your subs. However," Taylor gave an exceedingly sad head shake, "I don't know this you. So I guess you're right, I don't know anything."

"Exactly," Christian mumbled at him, "So you should leave this the fuck alone!"

"Oh I will, but know this," Taylor dared to go on, not scared one bit of Christian. "You might not feel anything for her like you used to but, she still feels everything she always did. If anything ,the moment she got that call about you being in hospital her love for you magnified if I know Ana. The fact that you forgot her doesn't change her feelings and you seem to be the selfish bastard that forgot that she is a counterpart in this whether your mind remembers her or not." He watched Christian's morphing emotions as he was shown the brightest light ever, "You aren't a vicious man, Christian. You never were. The man I knew was never vicious. This man, this you, that was brought out as a result of that head injury never truly existed. Never, in the time I've worked for you have I seen you like this." He gave a nonchalant sigh, "I don't know how the brain works but this is worse than ever. You're nothing but a stranger. You're not my friend, or my boss."

Christian looked up, scared by those words, not willing to believe them but, what he was met with scared him. His right hand man meant every single word that he had just spoken.

"I can see you're starting to regret it all," Taylor pointed out, "And that is the Christian that loves Ana coming out." He went to grab himself a drink but froze, "If I ever find out you so much as glance at another woman with intent I will castrate you myself and serve you your testicles for lunch."

Again, Christian knew he meant every single word.

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Even though she was up and dressed, Ana was pretty sure she should still be in bed. It was the first time in what felt like forever that she had been graced with a semi normal night sleep aside from the continual need to pee throughout the night that was. But she had concluded it was the sweet aroma of her husband's natural smelt melded with his aftershave that laced into the cotton of their bedding.

It was the only comfort she had, but today she woke up feeler sicker than ever. Even with her body killing her from head to toe, her heartache so much more. It was a constant, exacerbated throb like it was ready to burst out of her chest, sew itself to her wrist and make her a laughing stock.

She was loving a man that had proven how much he wanted to try to work things out with her.

Ana didn't say anything as she walked into the kitchen; she just wanted to sit down. Immediately Taylor was by her side and that hurt her. She wanted her worried fifty. She wanted Christian's eyes to look into but, all she got were Taylor's.

"You don't look too good, Ana," He commented and she shook her head only to fall against his cool palm as he pushed it against her forehead. "Jesus, you're burning up!"

"I'm fine," Ana pushed him away and could see from the corner of her eye Christian's twitchy palms. "I'll be fine once I've gotten into work. A company doesn't run itself," She took in a deep breath, not wanting to pinch her side because she didn't want anyone to know she was in pain. She wanted to get out of her own home and hide away, buried up to her eyeballs in work.

Taylor stepped in not taking any shit from her, "Let's get you back to bed. I can ring Hannah for you but, you aren't going anywhere." He looked over at his boss and didn't care for anything right now, "Christian, ring your mother."

Without fighting, Ana allowed Taylor to take her back into the bedroom and the moment she was in there she broke down. She was a hyper cell of emotions, each fighting one another to take precedence and now she was at her lowest with morale.

"Hey," Taylor said as he sat on the bed, "It's okay, Ana."

Shaking her head, she let her lip tremble, the tears falling, "He almost cheated on me, Jason. He brought her here." Ana let out a heartbreaking sob, "Oh God, he basically did cheat on me. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her when he brought her here last night. He would do that with me in the same building, Jason."

"I know," Taylor admitted and saw Ana's tearful gaze widen in horror, "I laid into him heavily about it before you came out. Bastard is going to make mistakes and I don't care if it's his head injury or not, I will not let him forget them." He reached up and wiped her tears away, "Now, can I have faith that you can get changed and get into bed whilst I go and make sure Grace is on her way."

Ana just nodded and as soon as he was gone, she changed and crawled back under the sheets. She cried softly into sheets and allowed for sleep to join into each teardrop. She just felt like she was in a nightmare and needed waking up properly.

When she opened her eyes, she realised must have been dosing because no sooner than awoke she heard Grace's voice travelling through the air in the apartment. "I think she's got a reoccurring UTI," she spoke professionally. "The stress of everything won't be helping matters but, she seems to just be running her health down but, the symptoms you've seen match that."

"So what do we do?" Taylor asked, his eyes flickering between Grace and Christian as he kept close. He didn't know if this was a matter of guilt for Christian being close or the real Christian finding a way out.

"I think the hospital would be our best bet," Grace commented as she pushed the door open ready to go to Ana's aid.

"No, I am staying here," Ana spoke back sitting up as they entered, not letting them take her from the apartment. "You can't force me to go to the hospital."

Grace gave Ana a pitiful look as she came to sit next to her. "If you're no better after a new round of antibiotics or you get worse, I'm taking you myself," Grace told Ana who just gulped and admitted that fate. "How you feeling now? It took me a little long than I hoped to get here."

"I feel a bit better," Ana replied with a small smile, "but I do keep needing to go pee so excuse me." Quickly climbing out of her bed, she ran into the bathroom and went about her business before going back in and being commanded back to bed.

"I want you to sleep and I'll come in and check on you in a bit," Grace told her and quickly took her temperature and felt around Ana's side to feel for anything abnormal. When she didn't she then made Christian go and get some pain relief. It was more to make Ana feel like he wanted to help her than for Christian and she could see that Ana was given a mere slice of solace at her husband helping.

Grace didn't move as Ana finally curled up and went back to sleep. With Carla not here, and Ana placating the situation, Grace promised herself that she would be the mother that Ana thought she didn't need. However, that didn't stop Grace from getting closer to the moment she would ring for Carla. She just knew it would be the same moment when Ana let herself get too sick.

Christian took a seat in the bedroom and didn't move. He watched Ana as she began to fall asleep and just continued to stare at her. He had feelings for her, he knew he did. He just didn't want to confront them because the mere enormity of them right now was overriding his better judgment of letting himself fall into the fit of the frenzy.

He was scared of her love, that was why he fought her. He didn't realise his actions would bear such dire consequence as seeing her turn feral on someone that used to be his sub. He didn't realise it would take Taylor confronting him, Ana becoming more than a little dominant and his own sleeplessness to realise that he did feel something for Ana.

He knew he loved her, he did and he had thought so much he had worked a headache into motion. It was pounding on every brain cell he had, attacking his mind, causing him pain of too many magnitudes to decide how to describe it.

Without moving, Christian allowed the headache to thrash away. Even this was not anything near what he was due for the heartless bastard he had become.

He deserved penalising, torturous, nightmarish pain to be thrown at him.

A pain that would never die.

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It was later when she woke up and although she felt better, her side was pained and uncomfortable. As she curled up a little more, her hand going to her side, another hand beat her to it. It was large and unrelenting with its massaging and Ana pulled her eyes open in shock to see Christian sitting on his normal side of the bed.

His face was smothered with lost emotions and idyllic hope. "I am so sorry, Ana," He whispered at her, leaning in to kiss her.

This couldn't be happening.

"Ana?" She called out to him, "I thought I was Anastasia to you, the woman that is ruining your life." There was a moment of silence and she had to look at him, she forced her fear aside and looked in awe at the man by her side. "Do you remember?" She asked cautiously, tentatively reaching up to touch his face only to have him fall against her palm.

Christian smiled and closed his eyes in pleasure as her finger tips tingled across his jaw bone, "I remember everything, Baby."

Disbelief rivalled her fever for swarming every cell in her body, "When?"

"It started last night," He told her, "You touched my chest and I had to push you away. I didn't sleep all night, I couldn't stop thinking of you but, Taylor laid into me and then you were so ill. I had to be here. I've been sitting here all day watching you sleep. I just snapped." He took a deep breath, "I don't expect you to forgive me, Ana, but I just had to step in and the moment I did I felt so devoted to you. I hate seeing you so ill."

Oh my, her subconscious whispered. Sobbing, Ana felt her husband's hand come to her face and she looked up at him. His grey eyes were lost and soothingly, full of love. There were no icicles or repulsion and she just sobbed again. And then she saw his tears, this was him and she just prayed it wasn't her fever doing this. She needed this to be real right now.

"Shh, don't cry. I hate it when you cry," Christian tried to relax her as he held her and he felt himself unravelling. He felt like he had been away from her for centuries and not days, weeks. He saw her eyes join his and as the tears fell they both were drawn to each other like a moth was to a flame.

Kissing her husband, Ana felt an immediate response as the sexual frustration she had been subjected to exploded and she felt herself yearn for her husband even more.

"God, I want you," Ana spoke in a feather light tone. She only ever wanted him and right now. He had come back to her, she knew that. The Christian she had been given after the attack had been one that couldn't deal with her touch, but here he was putting his hands all over her, kissing her, drinking her in.

Christian pulled up from her, delaying their kissing, "I'm not going to take forever, Baby, I want to have you but, I need you to get better."

"Christian, I just want you now," Ana whispered at him, her hands linked behind his neck. She pulled him down, "Just you," she whispered just before their lips met.

She didn't know if it were her fever or her general state of mind, but Ana was only just aware that Christian had her pyjama bottoms and panties off and was running his fingers over her clitoris, telling her how wet and ready she was.

And allowed her back to arch, his hands holding her still as he penetrated into her core, feeling the unison that had been broken and tattered for weeks now and both completely felt like the world no longer existed.

Christian remained gentle with her and reminded himself that she was really ill but, that they both wanted this. He kissed her, whispered at her and kept the rhythm going until he could feel Ana's body respond by dragging her to an intoxicating level.

As heated pulsed through her, Ana wasn't well enough to control herself. She had her husband, he had united them both and she just gave into the fall and felt her body tense and release as she allowed her orgasm to pulsate against his thrusts.

She was spent by the time she came down from a blessed heaven and Christian fell against her panting and kissing her delicately. He kept their closeness together, trying to make up for his behaviour. Christian knew this didn't solve a damn thing and he knew he had to try everything in order to succeed in making it up to Ana.

For now that meant looking after her.

"You should sleep now until you're next lot of medicine," Christian soothed as he withdrew from her and fell next to her. He watched as Ana, with heavily lidded eyes, turned and curled into him, their bodies becoming one.

"Please be here in the morning," Ana whispered her plea as she snuggled down, feeling the real Christian Grey experience around her.

"I'll be here, Baby. I've got nowhere else to go," Christian kissed into her hair, soothing her side. "Just sleep."

She fell asleep right in her husband's arms, head to his chest, heart repaired.