I'd like to dedicate this to Grey Steele fan for her suggestions :) ... also, I thank vdlucas for the line 'you are not a parent unless your child says I hate you at least once!'

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THANK YOU ALL! :D...

2 weeks later - Flynn's POV

After Christian and Ana's session, I decided to talk again straight to Grace and Carrick. They had to intervene. They knew how to get Christian see the light. They were his parents after all. On the other hand, I was more concerned for Sera. They told me she doesn't have the strength to walk anymore… She's now only confined to lying down… They see her struggle, and yet they don't admit her to hospital. They were not dealing with it… They were just putting it aside…

Christian's POV

We had just arrived from Flynn's session, and it seemed the house was empty. Gail came to greet us and offered us some tea. Ana remained in the kitchen helping Gail… I think… We finally forgave each other for anything that we did… We decided to start a new page… a new chapter… We both wanted to be better parents… I only wished to have an instruction how to be a parent… a father…

'Mr. Grey… your tea…' Gail said as she handed me the cup.

'Thanks… and please… Call me Christian from now on… You've been working here for years… There's no need for formalities Gail…' I replied as I sipped my hot tea. 'Where's my daughter?'

'She's in the living room. She's resting…' She replied again. 'Mr… Christian… If you don't mind my intrusion, I'd like to express my concern for Ms. Grey…' She continued politely. 'Sir… if I must say… she doesn't look well… She has missed school, and we both know it's not a good sign… she would never miss school even if she had fever…' She continued. 'Si… Christian… I think you both should spend more time with her. At this rate…'

'Don't say it Gail… Please don't!' I begged in tears. 'I don't understand this… she's dying… she knows she's dying… and she keeps on starving herself… she keeps on punishing herself… she hasn't eaten anything in two weeks… I'm amazed at how she's still alive right now…'

'Christian… she's not alive… her physical body is… emotionally she's dead…'

'What am I supposed to do Gail? I'm her father and I can't take this pain away from her…' I replied as I passed my hand through my hair. 'I'm losing her… aren't I?'

'There is still hope Sir…' She encouraged. 'She's not dead is she?'

'No…'

'Then… you can be anything you want with her… just… don't take long to decide Christian…'

'Thanks Gail… you've been with us… with our family for years… and you've been with us through thick and thin…'

'It's been my pleasure… I helped you raise two amazing kids… and it was my utmost happy time in my life…' she replied again. '…I know Jason's loss wasn't easy… don't let Sera die… for all of us… you need her… and you obviously love her… right?' She asked.

'Of course I love her… she's my daughter… how can I not?'

'…but with which type of love do you love her Christian? Are you willing to do what's best for her, rather than being lenient?' She asked. 'Christian… Sera's sick… and as much as I hate to see her in a hospital… I think it's the best solution for her… You are her father… you are her guardian… I trust you to make the right decision Christian.' She encouraged.

'What if the 'right decision' is the bad one Gail?'

'At least you would have tried for the best.' She helped again.

'I better go to Sera… Please, can you make sure Ana eats?' I asked her.

'Yes… go to your daughter Sir…'

Gail's words shook me. She was right… We had to make the right decision, whether Sera wanted it or not. We are her parents. We have to do what's best for her. I looked over to the couch, and what once was my daughter, was now lying lifeless shivering under four quilts. I tried not making any sound as I moved towards her. She seemed to be in a restless sleep…

'Dad?' She asked in a very tiny voice. It made her seem more vulnerable. I moved forward to her and went on my knees.

'What's wrong peanut?' I asked gently as I removed her hair behind her ear.

'I'm so cold…Everything hurts…' She replied again as another shiver shook her body.

'Let me get you some soup… it will warm you up…' I suggested gently.

'No… dad I can't!'

'Honey, you're skin and bones… you hurt because you have no cushion…' I started gently as I caressed her cheek. '…you need food to warm you… to make your body healthy again… please let me get you some soup…' I begged her. '… or let me get you some warm water, some tea… anything you want… I'll get it for you… for as long as you eat something!'

'I want it… I do… But I can't!' She replied in tears.

'Why can't you peanut? You control your body…'

'I don't control anything anymore daddy…' She cried. 'I want to eat… I want to be able to eat without feeling guilty… but I can't…' She confessed.

'Please Sera, let me get you something… few bites would make all the difference…'

'I can't daddy… I can't…' I rubbed her back gently. I wanted to take all the pain away from her. She didn't have the will to live anymore… The last time she ate were two days after her Flynn's stay. She kept shoving little pieces of lettuce in her mouth. She ate like a baby. Since then she ate nothing… and she avoided water… she stopped everything altogether.

'Ana… maybe we should see the possibility of admitting her to hospital…' I suggested.

'You know she doesn't want it Christian! We cannot do anything without her will.'

'Ana, she just told me she wants to eat… but she can't… if we'll leave her like this…'

'Christian… we need to turn things around!'

Grace's POV

I couldn't take it anymore. We were tired of seeing our granddaughter in that state... She barely had the energy to walk. Last time we visited, she was on the couch with two quilts on top of her, and yet, she was still shivering. Carrick and I both decided to take matter into our own hands. Someone had to open my son's and Ana's eyes..

At around 16pm, we decided to head to Escala. I could see Carrick pissed off with our son's attitude. There were so many things that he done wrong... And I don't blame him... But he has to see through things, not stop there. Ana is no less... She gave more attention to Christian rather than her daughter... I never understood their ways.

We both made our way to Christian's home. As usual Taylor greeted us, and shown us to his kitchen.

'Mr. Grey...' he started. 'do you need anything else?'

'No Taylor... That would be all...' he smiled weakly. I could see some tension between them. My son looked as if he hadn't had any sleep in days, but worse, there was no sound of Sera at all. 'Mum, dad... What brings you here?' he asked as he came forward and hugged me.

'We're... Worried and concerned Christian.' I replied.

'Where's Sera?' Carrick asked.

'She's on the couch... She's resting... She barely has the energy to stand these days.' He replied as he rubbed his face.

'What are you waiting for to admit her?'

'Grace, we cannot just take her to the hospital against ger will!'

'Ana, she's sick, she doesn't know what she wants right now!' Carrick tried explaining.

'She said she wants to get better.. She said she's going to try to eat... We're trying to turn things around... The hospital is temporary and you know it Carrick!'

'Ana, at this rate, she won't be able to keep up with her bodily functions... She needs constant observation and she needs medical help...' he urged again.

'Ana… maybe they're right…' Christian suggested. I realized that finally he was opening his eyes.

'Come on Christian! You know we can't do that!' Ana said again while he rested his back to the kitchen counter. 'You already ruined my relationship with her... Do you want her to hate us?'

'Ana, my parents always told me, that you are not a parent unless your child says I hate you at least once! You have to get her in a hospital Christian!' I urged again.

Sera's POV

I tried sleeping, but it was no avail. My body was hurting, my muscles were aching... I felt slight burns in my left arm, and at times it went numb. I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to the pain... But the talking ... Fighting... Arguments from the kitchen didn't even allow me to sleep. I decided to get up... I was tired of everything. With a lot of effort I managed to stand... I held on to the things present, until finally the wall took all my weight and made my way to the kitchen slowly.

'Christian, if you're not going to do anything about this... Carrick and I decided to file papers where it says that we would be responsible for all her health decisions...We're appointing John for Sera's custody...'

'What?' Christian asked angry. 'You can't do that mum!'

'Christian we can and we will!' Carrick insisted. 'You've pushed her away and you've neglected her for so long... she needs professional help immediately Christian!' Grandpa stated again. 'Let me ask you this Christian… Is she eating?'

Dad remained quiet… I guess he was in a deep state of controversy between him and his own thoughts.

'Christian?' Grandpa insisted again.

'She stopped eating completely… She doesn't drink water these days… I've tried… I really have… but I couldn't…' He said again.

'Then what the hell are you waiting for Christian? I can't believe this… She's sick… she's weak… and you're letting her destroy herself?' He argued with dad. 'That's it… Grace, call the hospital…We're admitting her ourselves… whether you want it or not!'

'No grandpa... You cannot do that!' I said as I held on to the wall.

'Sera!' Dad asked as he came forward.

'No dad... Stop...' I replied as I stood my ground. 'You cannot just fight about me like I'm some used old toy that wants me for yourself. I'm a human!' I stated. 'I've been here for days grandpa, and you've waited for this moment to come and make your statement... No I'm not going to some court for you or anybody to have my custody! You've always told me to be patient with dad... And look where that got me... I've waited... And waited... And waited... I'm tired of waiting...'

'Sera. You need help!' Grandma Grace insisted again while she moved forward to me. 'You need to be in a hospital!'

'No grandma... I'm not going back in there!' I panicked. I felt my heart beating faster and faster. My chest was burning up, and my left arm was also burning and soon went numb. I heard ringing in my ears, and everything was blurry. Dad noticed that something wasn't right.

'Sera, are you alright?'

Christian's POV

'Sera, are you alright?' I asked. Her face was cringing in pain and she was holding her left arm. She blinked a couple of times, and saw her eyes roll back. Her body went limp. I made two huge steps trying to catch her, but it was too late. She was on the floor.

'Sera!' I panicked, while my parents came to her.

'Get me my stethoscope.' dad ordered as he checked her pulse. My mother brought him his things, and soon his face went into alert mode. He moved his ear to her nose and mouth. 'She's not breathing… She's having a cardiac arrest... Call 911 now Ana!' he ordered.

Both got to work. Dad started CPR, while my mother went beside Ana. She was shaking. I stood there dumbstruck at my daughters body. She's dying...

'Dammit Sera! Breath!' dad urged again while he continued CPR. '...You're not giving up on me Sera! Do you hear me? You're not dying today... Not today...not in my arms!' he said again while he continued CPR... I felt helpless... I didn't know what to do. Gail saw the commotion, and was about to faint if she hadn't sat down.

In few minutes time, Taylor came in with the paramedics. He saw my daughter's body and his face lost all it's colour... Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

'Dammit Sera! Breath!' my father urged again, while the paramedics came over and started intubation. 'Sir, we have to ask you to move back...' they told me. I didn't want to leave her alone. I didn't want to lose her. 'Sir?'

'Christian!' dad urged while he continued CPR, and the paramedic started pumping oxygen from the tube. I moved back, and let them work. Her body seemed frail. She was a skeleton... And now it was to late.

'Get me the paddles!' dad ordered, as they set her on a monitor. 'Charge 200...' he ordered as he rubbed the paddles together after placing some kind of lube on them. 'CLEAR'. He shocked her, and her body jerked, but the monitor remained the same. 'Charge again...' he ordered again. '360... CLEAR!' but nothing again. 'Sera, you listen to me... You're not dying today! Charge again... 400...'

'Dr!' one of the paramedics said worriedly. 'It's already high as it is.'

'Charge 400!' he ordered again while the paramedic complied. 'CLEAR!' he shocked her again, and finally her heart rhythm was back. 'Sinus rhythm...' he said again as he placed the paddles on the floor and took a hearing at her heart. 'She's back...' he told us, as he helped the paramedics placing her on a gurney. 'Who's coming with me?' I looked at Ana, and she was still staring. My mother was on the phone with the hospital preparing everything. For her arrival.

'I'll come... Taylor... Drive my wife to the hospital please...' I said while I ran towards them.

'Christian... You knew this was going to happen sooner or later...' dad replied while he kept pumping oxygen.

'I know dad... I know...' I chocked. 'I'll admit her to hospital and into therapy...' I continued while we entered the ambulance.

'It's the right decision son…'

Carrick's POV

Soon the ambulance doors were closed and it was rushing us to the hospital. Her stats were low, and her heart was still not stable. I kept looking at the monitor at all the irregularities...

'Christian, hold this and pump it...'

'Dad I don't know how!' he said almost scared.

'It's easy son... Squeeze it every 3 seconds.' I explained while I handed him the oxygen pump. He took it gently and started pumping while he counted the seconds. As I saw that he was doing it correctly, I searched for some cannulas, to get her prepped before she went into the emergency room.

Her hand was so tiny in mine. I was almost afraid to squeeze it. There were no muscles protecting her bone... Just bone. I placed the tourniquet around her arm and tightened it to get her vessel prominent, and inserted the needle gently. The flow of blood gave me indication that it was were it's supposed to be. I closed the tip of the cannula after injecting a saline solution. I placed the sphygmomanometer cuff to her hand, but it fit her big. I looked around and found one for children's size. I checked her pressure, and it was lower than I imagined. The monitor started beeping again.

'What the heck?' Soon her heart went in frenzy mode again. The monitor kept beeping again, and realized that nothing was right. 'Dammit!'

'What's happening?' Christian asked worriedly.

'It's her heart...' I started CPR again, and finally the ambulance came to a stop. The paramedics opened the doors and took over from Christian.

'What happened?' one of the paramedics asked.

'It's her heart again.' I replied. The paramedic placed everything beside her head. The monitor, the drip...

'Dr... You need to climb up if you're continuing the CPR?' he asked while he kept pumping.

'Yes...' I replied as I climbed on top of her, and continued the CPR. I was afraid that my weight was going to crush her. I made sure that I didn't keep anything heavy on her. Soon the paramedics rushed us to the ER, and into on of the rooms.

'What do we have here?' Mandela asked, while he helped me down gently from her.

'17 year old... Anorexia... Low blood pressure, cardiac arrest...' I said again while we placed her on the monitors.

'Where are her parents?'

'They're here... Outside' I replied while I helped him.

'Damn! How did this go unnoticed?' he exclaimed. 'This is severe... What kind of parents...'

'She's my granddaughter Mandela...' I stated, as I hooked her to some more monitors.

'You cannot work on her Carrick...'

'I'm not leaving her alone... You can get the chief if you want, but I'm not leaving her.' I replied again while Grace joined us.

'Grace you cannot be in here...' Mandela replied again. 'One of you has to leave! Or I will kick you both out of my ER... You're already breaking the rules by treating her Carrick.'

'Go Grace...I'll continue here.' I replied as we moved her to her side. I realized her back was purple. 'Dammit!' I panicked. It could mean that she was risking kidney failure… I kept hoping it was reversible…

'Grace out now!' Mandela ordered while he placed her on some more monitors...

'Call Flynn Grace!' I said again. Her heart was risking failure. The irregularities were getting more serious.

'I'm paging Burge…' Mandela stated.

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