George’s POV…
As I gaze upon Vivian's unconscious form, terror takes hold of me like a vice. My mind races with worst-case scenarios. The fear of losing her gripped my heart.
I had promised to protect her, and now it seems I've failed miserably.
Guilt and regret assail me like a tempest, leaving me feeling helpless and lost. I replay the events leading up to this moment in my head, berating myself for not being able to prevent Megan's intrusion. Self-loathing consumes me, and I can't help but feel that I don't deserve Vivian's forgiveness.
I didn’t leave her side. I sat beside her and waited for her to wake up.
When she finally stirs, opening her eyes, relief washes over me like a balm. I clasp her hands tightly, tears streaming down my face.
"Thank goodness, you're awake," I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking under the strain of emotion. "I'm so sorry, Vivian. It’s all my fault. I couldn’t stop her from entering the house. She still came and tried to hurt you. I am a jerk."