Georgia's POV:
He's gone. The bed beside me is empty. My hand instinctively reaches out for him as if it he's just out of reach, except he's not.
The hospital around me is bustling with energy. It's morning and light is streaming in through the window. Logic says its morning and he's probably gone to work.
I rub my hand across my eyes as I look around the room for any clues at all, hoping against my common sense that he might not have left after all. On the side table there is a note:
Kentley, had to go to the yard. I picked you up some breakfast before I went. I'll be back later, after work. Trent.
Beside the note is a bag. The smell emanating from it is mouth-wateringly good. Next to the bag is a disposable coffee cup. I grab for the cup and pull it to my nose, taking in its aroma. Just what I need first thing in the morning. I make quick work of the Salmon and Cream Cheese Bagel that is waiting for me inside the bag.