((Last one.....

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It's the end of week two. Ever since his second day in this plastic thin bed, I had offered to give him his sponge bath when I thought necessary. They even taught me how to undress and dress his back at the end of week 1.

I didn't feel the need to explain why I pounced on the offer to bath him all the time. I didn't feel the need to explain to Christian that strangers were touching him. That wouldn't go over well.

Christian's ring has remained around my neck for the 2 weeks, I have continued to at least change clothes once a day.

Earlier this week, Dr. Newton had come in to tell me swelling has started again in Christian's brain, but the next day it went down to what it was. He also told me that the incision on his back was healing much better and quicker than they expected, to the stitches were removed, some ointment was rubbed on there, and Christian now rest on his back.

According to other news Dr.Newton shared with me, in a few days Christian could be taken off the breathing machine.

Taylor was released at the beginning of the week too, they kept him a little longer than necessary to make sure his concussion wasn't going to affect him too much, which it didn't,and they gave him a cast of his choice. He choose black.

Taylor makes sure to be here at the hospital everyday for at least a few hours, and he makes sure I eat. Gail must of slipped him a word.

Through out the whole second week I let the kids come up for a few hours and visit with their father. I even allowed them,reluctantly, to take me out for dinner.

Teddy reads his father the newspaper, how things with him and Sophie are going, and he will even read him some business emails. For the two weeks Teddy has been in charge of Grey House, he has only had one break down, but the business seems to be doing better than anyone, especially Christian,expected.

Phoebe will come up and just talked to him. I always give the two of them time alone. Not exactly sure what she talks about but she seems to be a little more at ease when she comes out.

Kenneth always brings his cars up or his action figures and will never let me forget when Power Rangers comes on so he can come to the hospital and watch it with Christian. This last week's was a season finale so he can watch reruns alone as long as Christian is inhere.

Julie doesn't do much when we sit in bed with her dad. Only once did I lay her on the bed to sleep and she lazily squirmed over to her daddy's arm, curled up, and fell back to sleep.

There have been many days that I just want to pack a suitcase and get away for a while. But then I think of the kids and Christian...

Hopefully today will be more promising the the rest.

I have contacted Andrea and Ross to update them on Christian's status. I've told them that if any of his staff asks about him to just tell them he is doing okay and is on the road to recovery. No one else needs to know the extend of his accident.

I have called or texted all the children as well as my parents and Christian's, who are on their way back from a vacation. I wouldn't let Kenneth come up to the hospital today no matter how much  me. I'm counting on his older siblings to make sure he actually gets some school work done today. Multiple times today Flynn has called me to make sure Christian hasn't woken up. It warms my heart how much he cares for his patient, not many doctors would do that for some one. Then again, he had been Christian's only friend for so many years.

Ray, Kate, Elliot and Ava have been the only visitors today. They are currently at the house with the kids. Gail and Taylor.

For the past three hours doctors have been in and out of the room, explaining what his stats were, trying to give me false hope, and bringing in food although no one that has come in would eat it.

His hands are cold, there is no warmth to them like there use to be. His face is no longer clean cut since I shaved him a day or two ago, he is no longer full of color. His face has taken on a cold touch. I can't stand seeing him like this.

"Please?"I whisper to his still body. I kiss the corner of his dry lips, my nose brushing against the tube going down his throat. I sit back down just in time for a nurse in light purple scrubs to walk through the door.

"Mrs. Grey?" I look over at the woman and raise my eyebrows in question. "Dr. Newton will be in here shortly tore-arrange any tubes and do further examination of your husband."I nod mumbling a small thank you. She turns to leave but seems to second guess herself.

"Mrs. Grey, can I get you anything?You've been up here everyday for the past two and a half weeks and it looks like you lost half of your weight." Why does my weight loss seem to affect everyone on the planet. If the nurse is pointing it out, God only knows that Christian would be stuffing a whole thanksgiving dinner down my throat in the next three minutes.

"I'm okay. I probably need to head home to check on the kids soon." I say rubbing my cheek and giving the kind woman a smile.

"Okay,you know how to get us if you need anything." She points behind her to the desk in the hallway and walks out without another word,closing the door completely.

I look back at Christian wishing I would see his gray eyes look me up and down with that signature half smirk on his lips. All I see is a colorless, food deprived body that resembles my husband.

I take his hand in mine again, not minding the pulse oximeter and rubbing the back of it along my cheek. This touch, now for some reason, feels foreign.

"Please,Christian. Wake up. I need you, the kids need you. I love you, so much." I whisper to my husband, praying he can hear me. "Just please...please open your eyes." I trail my fingers over his eyebrows, tracing the invisible 'v' that I know would be there. I bring his hands up to my lips, closing my eyes, and place a kiss on his knuckles, keeping my lips against his skin as if that would revive him.

Then, suddenly...there was a twitch.

My eyes snap open and look down at his hand. It twitches again. I look up to his face and see his eyes flutter. I drop his hand and rush to the door.

"Chrissy!" I call the nurse from earlier over.Her head snaps up and she looks at me in question. "I think he's waking up." I rush and she nods her head.

"I'll call Dr. Newton." She responds and picks up the phone. I turn back into the room and get back to Christian's side. His eyes are open now, a bit dazed, but open.He looks at me confused for a moment and I take his face in my hands.

"Everything is okay." I sob,letting my tears fall on his chest. "I love you so much,Christian." I say and move away just as the doctors gather around him. I move out of the way so the doctors can do their work,but I keep his hand in mine. It worries me he isn't squeezing my hand back or anything.

"Okay, Christian, we are going to remove this tube now. Just relax as much as you can." The doctor instructs. Christian just blinks his eyes in answer. Slowly, Dr.Newton pulls the breathing tube from Christian's mouth, causing him to squeeze his eyes close and cough. As soon as the tube is removed a nurse comes up behind the doctor and offers Christian a Styrofoam cup with a straw. He takes a quick swig of what I am assuming to be water and sighs.

Dr. Newton takes a small flashlight and tells Christian he has to check his eyes. The doctor holds open his left eye then his right before humming and standing to his full height.

"I'll be back in an hour or so to run some final test. Until then, I'll leave you to it." The man pats me on the shoulder before following his nurses out of the room. I wait until the door is completely closed before I sit down in the chair next to my husband's hospital bed.

When I look down at him, his beautiful gray eyes are already looking back.

Teddy's POV

Sophie and I decided to come up to the hospital to visit my mom and dad on our way home from their house, all fingers crossed that he has woken up. Before we make it to the elevator we make a quick pit stop at the small Starbucks cafe in the "food court"/"gift shop".Sophie hasn't been feeling too good these past few days, so no matter what I do to try and help, nothing works.

"You want your usual?" I ask with my arm wrapped around her expanding waist.She nods her head and places her hand on top of mine that rest on her hip. "Go and sit at a table, I'll get the drinks." Without a word, she goes to sit at a nearby table.

Not only has she been uncomfortable these past few days, but she hardly has any sassy remark to make after everything I say. That's not normal.

Could it be the contract?

I was suppose to be away when she saw it so she would have had a few days for it to soak in and for her to lookup any questions. Should I bring it up? Tell her it was just a proposal, nothing that would determine our relationship. Just something to change it up. It's not like I'm dying for her to accept the offer.

Well...kind of.

I just hope I didn't make everything too awk-

My internal debate stops suddenly when a thud and gasps fill the room from behind me. I turn around and the whole world stops.

"Sophie!" I call her name and take two large steps to reach her. Her body is spread on the floor, face pale,eyes closed. Once I'm at her side I drop to my knees and turn her face to me.

"Sophie? Answer me, Sophie!" I pat her face. Still no response. "Baby are you okay. Please-"

I look down.

My breathing stops.

Blood. Everywhere.

"Someone get a doctor!" I hear a man call from somewhere off in the distance. I can't move a muscle.

"No." I whisper."Please, please, please no."

Ana's POV

He looks confused for some reason. I guess that's understandable though,the last thing you remember is heading to Portland when, the next time you open your eyes, your in the hospital.

"Christian, I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am that your awake." I smile and move my hand to cradle his face.

He stops me. His face is hard. No trace of any emotion but confusion, anger, and fear is on his face. I haven't seen him react this way since-

My heart stops.

He pushes my hand away and moves his hand out from undermine. He clinches his jaw and breaths in and out slowly as if to compose himself.

"Don't touch me." His tone is chilling and it freezes me in my place.

"But...Christian-" I reach for him again and he flinches.

No. Please please please no.

He looks be dead in the eye without blinking and shatters my heart.

"Who are you?"

((Well?))