Okay, so, this is my first Fifty Shades of Grey fanfiction and I'm both nervous and excited to write it. I hope you guys like this idea as much as I liked it. I will continue if I get a good response but if not I will not continue. Hope you enjoy please leave a review! :D x

SUMMARY: When Anastasia awakes in a hospital bed after a car accident, she has no memory of the man before her. She can't remember the meeting, marrying him or even having his children. They have to start from the beginning again; but will Ana' fall for him as hard as she did before? Or has Ana' changed completely?

Forgetting Fifty

: 1

All Christian could do was watch as his beloved wife was wheeled out of the back of the ambulance. The amount of times he'd told her to drive safely, especially on days like this, when the ground was slippery. Why couldn't she have just listened to him? For once, why didn't she just obey the rules? She was so stubborn sometimes. Christian had told her not to be so silly whilst on the road; not to put herself in danger. But, like always, she ignored him. And he just couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger for her mischievous ways. If she didn't come out of this alive he didn't know what he'd do.

His mind was in a trance as he followed after her like a tail, but once inside he was told to stay in the waiting room. He didn't even yell at them as he fell into one of the blue plastic seats, he only hoped to god she woke up well and healthy.

Her face…her beautiful, pale face had been covered in bruises and scratches and the memory of it in his head made him stiffen. He didn't want her to be in pain. He could only wish it was him in her position instead. His eyes locked onto the marble floor and refused to move anywhere else. Nothing had really run through his body, he had felt completely numb, but right at that moment, he felt so many emotions hit him. Sadness, anger, love, pain, guilt…they all ached inside of him and he felt as though he was drowning in them. The terrible pain in his heart would not shift and he felt a single tear roll down his cheek.

"Sir?" he snapped his gaze up to see Taylor, a synthetic look covering his faces as he looked down at his boss "Would you like something to drink?"

"No." Christian replied abruptly, wiping his stubbly cheek hastily. He didn't feel thirsty or hungry, yet he hadn't eaten all day. His appetite had been lost when he'd got the phone call about Ana'; telling him she'd been in a car accident. The fear that had washed over him in that very moment…the surge of hopelessness that had followed after when he'd been told that she might not make it. He didn't want to lose Anastasia; he didn't want to live without her.

The clatter of high heels snapped him out of his thoughts and he dragged his gaze up off the floor just for it to be met with a very worried looking Kate who was clutching Elliot's hand tightly.

"I heard about what happened – is she alright? Are we allowed to see her?"

"Do you think I'd be sitting here if we were allowed to see her?" Christian half snapped, gazing between the two. Elliot gave him a glare before pulling Kate into a hug

"I don't know if she's alright. Nobody will tell me fucking anything," his face suddenly looked pained as he continued "but I was told she might not make it."

Elliot patted Kate's back as she began to sob on his shoulder. It was weird seeing Kate cry; it was weird seeing Elliot watery-eyed as well.

"It'll be fine, Christian. You two will walk out of here in about a week's time." Elliot said trying his best to happily smile, but he had a million doubts pinching at him.

Christian returned his gaze back to the floor as the couple took the two empty seats beside him.

The wait was long and dreadfully painful. It left Christian alone with his thoughts; which was never good. He was in so much agony on the inside, the heart shattering thought of losing Ana kept nipping at him harshly, but he never let it show on the outside. He had to stay strong; he couldn't give up hope for her. He was forced to think of the consequences she'd have to go through if she did wake up and it was almost enough to break him.

Three long hours went by; three hours that had felt more like a month for Christian. He was still sat in the same position, still staring blankly at the floor and still thinking of nothing but his wife. Kate had fallen asleep, exhausted from all the crying she'd done and Elliot was running his hand through her waves of strawberry blonde hair as a small brunette nurse walked into the room.

"Mr Grey," her soft voice brought him back to earth "Anastasia is stable, for now. The crash did a lot of damage to her brain sir; when she wakes she may have no recollection of you or what happened to her."

Christian literally jumped to his feet, completely ignoring her "Can I see her now?"

The nurse kindly smiled "Yes, Mr Grey, but please if she wakes do not bombard her with questions. Like I say she may have no memory at all of you. It could frighten her."

"She's got amnesia?" Elliot questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm afraid so, yes." The nurse replied apologetically.

Christian didn't seem fazed; he just wanted to see his wife. He was so glad there was a chance of her waking up…he just didn't care about the amnesia part.

"Come this way, I'll take you to her." The nurse spoke in a friendly manner as she turned and began to walk. Elliot woke Kate and they both stood up

"You two stay here." Christian ordered "I need to spend some time with my wife."

Elliot frowned "Anastasia is Kate's friend, Christian. She wants to see her too."

"No, no Elliot. I understand; they're married. He must just want some alone time with her." Kate looked annoyed but let Christian do his thing. It was much easier than arguing with him because he always won anyways.

They watched him follow the nurse out of the room before sitting back down again.

He clutched her small, cold hand in both of his as he stared at her bruised face.

"Oh, Ana'," he muttered as he moved one of his hands to her hair, brushing it out of her face "what am I going to do with you?"

It was horrible to see her like this. Covered in hospital equipment; struggling to get out shaky breaths. He studied her for a long time, taking in all of her beauty once again. He never got tired of it. Her long eyelashes where fanned out on her cheeks, her eyelids covering those beautiful blue eyes he loved so much to look into. Her pouty lips were deathly paler than usual; it looked un healthy.

He caressed her soft cheek gently, making sure to avoid any grazes "When you wake up," he stopped for a moment when he felt a lump form in his throat "when you wake up I swear you're never leaving my sight."

The horrible doubts began to creep into his head, echoing the fact that there was a chance she wouldn't wake up, that he was going to be lonely for the rest of his life. He couldn't take it anymore and he leaned his head on the hard mattress his unconscious wife lay on and began to silently cry, clutching her hand tighter as he repeated her name over and over.

He snapped his head back up when he heard her voice confusingly ask

"Who are you?"

Sorry about any mistakes and sorry it's slightly short. It's shorter than I would have liked the first chapter to be but I guess I just want to see if people like the idea before writing long updates. Hope you enjoyed, please review.

-xShatteredRose