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"I'm sorry Mr. Grey. But she hasn't shown any signs of improving. We'll just have to keep watching her and hoping for the best"

That was all the stupid doctor had to say. God, how I hated the damn clichés. Of course she was going to wake up, Ana was one of a kind. Someone like that couldn't just disappear. She was just taking a little too much time to get back that's all. Or maybe the doctors over here had no idea what they were doing. Of course, how could I waste so much time and not bring my mom into this? If someone could make Ana wake up, it would be my mother.

"Hi mom. I need you help." I whispered into my phone. After explaining everything to my mother, she immediately agreed do meet me at the Hospital Ana was in and make sure she was getting the best treatment she could possibly get. I loved my mother, she was the best woman I had ever met. Until I met Ana, then my whole world shifted and begin to revolve around her. She was so beautiful, even now, laying in this damn Hospital bed, with all of the bruises and cuts and medical casts, she was still glowing and looking as stunning as ever. I couldn't love her any more even if I tried.

I sat down close to her, stroking her hair and touching her hand. She was so warm and peaceful, like an angel. My angel. All I wanted was for her to wake up so I could tell her just how much I loved her and needed her in my life. No BDSM bullshit, contracts, safewords, playrooms or punishments. I just wanted her, I needed her touch, her scent, her body, her soul and her love. Nothing more.

"Omg! Ana" gasped a very shocked and panicked Katherine Kavanagh. Shit. I guess privacy was out of the picture now. But that was ok, even I knew when to stand down. And besides, Kate was as closest to a sister as Ana had. I owed her to be nice to her friend. And I knew exactly what she was feeling right now. The first time I saw Ana like this, my whole body froze on the spot and all I could manage to do was control the tears from running down my face. She looked so weak, broken and defenseless like this. The protector in me immediately kicking in, I rushed to her side and stayed there until now. It had been 24 hours and still nothing. I was starting to lose my mind to be honest.

"Kate, take a seat. She is stable now, there's no danger anymore. We just have to wait for her to wake up" I manage to say to her, as calm and politely as I could. She seamed content with my explanations and took a seat on the other side of the bed. Good, because there was no way I was living my spot for her.

"So, she hasn't opened her eyes or anything like that?" she whispered, never leaving Ana's face and holding her hand fiercely.

"No. Nothing yet" I murmured back, also looking into her face, trying to catch any small sign she was regaining consciousness. Still nothing. This was incredibly frustrating! She was right in front of me, her body was here, but everything else that made her who she was, was gone. And that burned me inside. I was aching for her, yearning for her to wake up and look at me with those beautiful blue eyes that bewitched me so long ago.

I was so immersed in my internal distress I didn't even realize my brother was in the room, gently soothing Kate. I gave him an apologetical nod and he nodded back. It was a strange thing to se my brother so grim. He was always so happy and enthusiastic about life that seeing him like this made the situation look even more exasperating. And to top that, I was running on fumes. I hadn't been able to sleep from the minute I got here. I wanted to be the first person Ana saw when she woke up. But after 24 hours of zero wakening up, I was starting to feel drained and completely helpless. I didn't want to leave, because if she did woke up and I wasn't here, I would never forgive myself. She had ben away from me for far too long. I wasn't letting her out of my sight ever again, that's for sure!

"You look tired bro. Maybe you should get some sleep. Don't want Ana to wake up and find you looking like a sleep deprived racoon" Elliot mused. I couldn't help but chuckle at his joke. Good old Lelliot, leave it to him to put a smile on your face.

"I'm not leaving her. I want to be here when she wakes up. I'll just sleep in here" I murmured, resting my head on my hand, on top oh Ana's hand. I was so tired I didn't even hear what he said back. I started to tune out everything else and focused entirely on Ana's face and her breathing. She was calm and her breathing was even. I found myself mimicking her, so before I knew it, I was deep asleep, with her soft hand next to me.

I was completely petrified when I saw him walk into the room my body was resting in. He looked as gorgeous as I remembered, with his perfectly sculpted face and those intoxicating grey eyes that haunted my most scorching dreams. Everything about him was sheer perfection. He was my piece of heaven on earth, as volatile as the sea itself. I could stare at him forever and not get bored for a second. He was a beautiful man, and I hoped he could still be all mine one day. My heart dropped to my knees when I saw the look on his face. He was shocked, and probably horrified to see me so destructed and broken. I wanted so badly to just wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him non stop. But I couldn't. At least not yet.

As soon as the shock wore off, he immediately rushed to my side and sat down next to me, holding my hand and whispering something I couldn't make sense of. God, why was this so damn hard! I wanted to hear him, touch him and smell him. I wanted to go back! He needed me, I could tell. He was so sad and hurt, I could see him fighting off tears because of me. Because of my condition. I was hurting him by not going back. I had to go back! Now!

Nop, still not happening! Damn it! This was going nowhere!

I had to calm down and think. What could I do? How would I go back?

Seeing him like this, looking at me like that, warmed me up so much I found myself crying again. Here he was, my dominating fifty shades of fucked up, holding my hand, kissing it and whispering what I hoped to be sweet things into my ears.

He was so much more than what he gave himself credit for, I hated not being able to tell him how I loved him and how proud of him I was. I wanted him so much, that for a second I forgot I was a freaking ghost and walked to his side and stroke his cheek with the back of my hand. And his reaction made me freak out a little. He shivered when I touched him. Had he felt me? Could he feel me? I knew he couldn't see me but maybe he could feel me, my essence or whatever.

I was intrigued, so I tried again. This time I stroke the back of his head, and when he shivered again I knew he was feeling me. Our connection was still alive, even with us in different realms. I wanted more, so I tried something else. I kissed him. And this time, he did more than shivering. He licked his lips and looked at my sleeping self dumbfounded. He murmured something into my ears, probably asking if it was me or something like that. So i did it again. He was completely insane now, rubbing his lips and licking them compulsively. He looked so cute, this distressed and confused.

I didn't have it in me to keep messing with him, no matter how much I wanted his lips on mine so I stopped. Choosing to just stay close to him, I stayed there for what felt like hours, watching him calm himself down again and resume his worshiping of my sleeping face. I was so in love with this man. I had to go back somehow.