Sawyer's POV

Crap, the girl seems to be as messed up as the Boss, maybe they'll make a great pair. Taylor seems to think the Boss is well and truly in over his head with the girl, this will be something to watch.

To say the briefing a couple of hours ago was interesting would be an understatement. Taylor told me what happened last night and what the Boss did, sure, he's a strong ripped guy but moving a car that's wrapped around a tree needs almost superhuman strength, obviously something was driving him.

It's been a long night for Taylor, I don't think I have seen him this tired, everything that has happened and the security issues that have been going on lately are obviously playing on his mind but mostly I think it is the worry about what could have happened to Gail. He dropped his voice so there was no chance of anyone overhearing when he told me about the girl I caught last night in the garage. Thank god she didn't manage to do anything to Gail. If she was prepared to do this to a girl she doesn't even know, god, what could she have done to Gail? – I really don't want to think about it. An upset Boss is one thing, an upset Taylor, I never want to see!

Ana's POV

I really want to know what happened, I overheard snippets and it seems that Christian managed to single-handedly move the car away from the tree and that allowed him and his security to pry open the door to get to me. I would really like to thank him but I don't think I have enough words.

I also really want to know about the girl, something tells me it isn't good and she somehow relates to him – is he just helping me out of guilt? I hope not, I hope he is affected a little by me although I don't think he could be as affected as I am by him.

Thinking of him is helping me while I am lying here hoping to be moved out of the very sterile and uncomfortable ER, if I let my imagination run wild, maybe I can make it slightly tolerable. It's not really working though, my go-to historical novels don't cover this sort of situation so there's nothing for my imagination to grab onto and take me out of the room.

Perhaps I'll try to sleep again but I hear the door opening and turn my head as I hear those dulcet tones which are not only like music to my ears but they also make me want to squirm.

Christian's POV

"Hi Anastasia, how are you?" I ask quietly as I walk into her room and thankfully I am greeted by a set of gentle blue eyes.

"I've been better Mr Grey, I've been better, but I'll survive" she whispers and attempts a smile despite obviously being in pain.

"Well, I have some news for you if you are up for it" I stop though as I look at her and try to fathom how she is even conscious with all the pain she must be in "… but perhaps you should take some more pain relief, there is no need to stay in pain and pain relief will help you heal."

I see a slight flare of something in her eyes and continue "This is not my news but I am told you can be moved to a private suite later today if the monitoring shows your body calming down and no signs of infection. So I want you to relax … Do you have enough pillows? Are you comfortable?" I am looking for more pillows in the room and as I turn around, I am met by a defiant little scowl on Ana's beautiful face. "What…?"

In a cute raspy voice laced with pain she says "You said you have some news for me and then tell me to relax… not happening until you tell me the "news"".

Well, I am enjoying her smart mouth, who knew, so I smile and concede "Ok, I know you were angry with me about the fact that you thought you were going to miss your finals." I can see her face drop and her eyes cloud over so I continue quickly "But the news is that I have organised for you to be able to do your finals here, if you are up to it and I will make sure that you have everything you need to make sure you can do that." As a look of consternation flows across her face and before she can say anything I add "I know you are in a lot of pain and possibly not be able to move and then will be doing rehab as well, so WSU have agreed to allow you to do the finals after the graduation if necessary – they are well aware that you are a studious student, you would be graduating anyway, just based on your work so far and your lecturers have provided character/study references to support you receiving your degree as expected and you can sit the finals at a later stage. I know that this would not normally be allowed but for once, there's a perk to being the biggest donor to WSU."

As tears start rolling down her cheeks, I rush to sit at her side, horrified and grab her hand "Sweetheart, what's the matter, I thought that would be a good thing."

"It is, I'm sorry, they are happy tears, but why would you do this for me? You don't even know me or anything about me other than I am clumsy, not only did I manage to fall into your office but somehow I ended up wrapped around a tree".

She makes me smile although I am worried that all the talking is going to be doing some damage and then I see another question forming in her mind and I wonder what else she is going to ask.

I am not about to tell her that she has me completely under her spell and that I feel incredibly responsible for all her misfortune in case she asks why. This poor girl does not need all my rubbish in her head and if I am truly going to explain, she needs some of the background. For now I am going to have to go with a partial lie and hope it doesn't bite me too hard in the future, if there is a future for us.

As I sit there trying to work out what to say, I hear a little giggle and it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard and I turn my head in wonder "You, ah, you just called me sweetheart" she manages to squeak out and I can't believe that I blush.

What is this girl doing to me? I hadn't meant that to come out of my mouth and was hoping that she'd missed it but when I think about it, I liked hearing it. I can't do anything but grin goofily at her and say "Hey, don't turn this around, I tell you some good news and you burst into tears, you had me worried".

Then she seems to remember that she had another question and says "Can you tell me what happened? I remember hitting a particularly wet patch of road where my wheels didn't seem to grab as well as they should, then being nudged and the car spinning off the road. I managed to miss the big trees by the side of the road and heading through the undergrowth but I just couldn't avoid the trees after that and aimed for the smallest one. The airbag deployed and I blacked out just for a minute, I actually saw the clock as I went flying off the road and it was a minute later that I was looking at it again. Then that girl looked in my window, I was so scared trying to get out and I couldn't move and she saw that I was trapped and just laughed and ran away. Then I blanked out again as the pain in my legs and body was a bit too much to bear. How did they get me out of the car, it was wrapped so tightly around that tree, pushing into me, I couldn't even move?"

I don't want to dwell on the accident and I don't think she should either so I quickly say that we pushed the car away from the tree, since I don't actually know how I managed that, I decide to not elaborate and simply say that Taylor provided immediate first aid as much as he could and we waited with her until the ambulance arrived and that she was flown here by helicopter.

I wonder if I should tell her of how we tracked and found her and while I am thinking about that, she opens her mouth and asks the one thing I didn't want her to ask "Will you tell me who she is?" and I just want to crawl into the dark hole that is my life and away from this sweet girl, to save her from me but her eyes, those teeth biting into that sweet lip and the general goodness that she exudes, keep me stuck to my chair.

I hope she doesn't notice but I am still holding her soft hand in mine and it just feels like it should be there – for someone who doesn't like the touch of someone else, this girl is turning everything upside down and I can't get enough of her.

How do I answer her question?

Ana's POV

Did he just say that I can still graduate? Not only does he look like a god but right at this second, he sounds like one as well – a master of the universe and possibly mine too, if he is able to manage that, my interview didn't do him justice at all. These damn drugs in my system though have turned me into a pile of mush because in my gratitude I burst into tears and then I hear the sweetest words as he rushes to me "Sweetheart, what's the matter, I thought that would be a good thing" and he's holding my hand, if I don't move it, hopefully he'll keep holding it.

I have to ask him about the accident and who that girl is but as I do, I can see his face closing down in front of me, hmm, interesting, I guess I will have to wait and quite frankly with the way my head is hurting, perhaps it's better that I do. He did say last night that she is in a facility and I am safe…I think I'll let it go for now, I have more important things to worry about, like somehow studying and getting myself well enough to attend my own graduation.

Let me think, I have 14 days to be out of hospital or at least mobile in some way and that is all the incentive I need to stop wallowing in what has happened and look towards what I have to do.

Then I realise that I have been staring at him and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else, he must be thinking that I am still waiting for an answer about the girl so I say "Ok, will you promise to tell me about her after I graduate? And, are you going to help me graduate" and his head snaps up with a smile and I can see how much of an action man he is because he morphs in front of me from a beaten man to the CEO I met in his office – a man with a task and a plan to complete it.

"Ok, are you sure? Do you want to hear my plan?" he asks.

Quite frankly, I'd do anything he says so I say "Yes Sir" and a strange shadow quickly passes over his eye.

Then he says "well, first things first, we need to speak to the doctors to see if we can move you out of here today. I will ring Miss Kavanagh and ask her to bring your books. I have organised the best physical therapists to come and check you over to see what therapy is required." And as he continues, I realise he is putting a lot of effort into getting me better but I am so tired and I try really hard to keep my eyes open but find myself drifting off but this time, it is into a peaceful sleep full of grey eyes and copper hair and strong hands holding mine.

Christian's POV

I look back at Ana and realise that she has fallen asleep while I was talking, who knew my plans were enough to exhaust her? I sit for a while, I don't know how long as it is so peaceful, just watching her sleep and then I gently retrieve my hand, yes, I was still holding hers, intriguing…

It's not very comfortable in here, I need to get her shifted to a nicer room, with the amount of money I give this hospital, it has to happen today and soon. So I stand and go to leave the room but am frozen to the spot when I hear a scream and "Christian, she's trying to stab me, help me Christian" and I rush back.

I am horrified that she is having nightmares and they sound remarkably like those that woke me in the early morning. I grab hold of her hand again and gently soothe her until her breathing slows and she is calm again. Sawyer takes that moment to walk in to inform me that this morning when Grace came to check on her, the same thing was happening and that they had to partially sedate her to calm her so I decide that I will definitely call John Flynn and get him to come as soon as he can. Nothing else is going to be possible if she is being haunted by nightmares and doesn't rest properly, her whole recovery hinges on it. I feel a little flutter in my chest when I think about the fact that she was calling for me even though it was in the midst of a nightmare but I am glad that at least in her sleep she is thinking of me and trusting me to help.

I don't know how long I sit there holding her soft hand in mine as she now quietly sleeps and then I hear her, in her sleep whisper "Christian, don't leave me" and if I hadn't before, I know I am in danger of falling in love. If as Elena says, "Love is for fools" then call me a fool for this beautiful girl.