Chapter 389: Feeling Trapped

Georgia's POV:

These four walls are screaming at me. I'm literally going spare as I pace around my hospital room. My parents are frustrated because I won't sit still but seriously, do they actually expect me to sit my arse in that chair? And for how bloody long?

I desperately want to go home.

Except they won't let me because my stupid wound is weeping, and they think it's infected. So instead of going home, I'm sat in this godforsaken hospital, flinging antibiotics down my throat and trying to keep myself entertained without anything to do.

Nick has visited, along with his little niece Amelia. That half hour was probably the best fun I've had since being stabbed.

I'd thought I was bored when I was here undercover with Trent but at least he kept me sane with all the inane chatter and silly quibbling.

But he's not here now. Stuck on my own in this little room, it's a heck of a lot gloomier.