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“And how long will she need to stay here?” Cole asks.

“I’d like to keep her for a couple of days as a precaution, just to keep an eye out for any swelling. But I don’t anticipate any complications. And when she goes home, she’ll need plenty of rest and a couple of weeks before getting back into regular activities.”

“When can I see her?” I blurt out, finally trusting myself to speak.

“Georgia’s being moved into a room right now,” he starts, “but usually we wait a little while to get the patient situated before allowing any visitors.”

“Please.“ I’ll beg if I need to, fall to my knees, anything so I can see herright now. “I don’t know if you’re aware of what happened, but Georgia wasabducted. She’s been through a traumatic experience. I need to be there for her, so she knows she’s safe.”

The doctor stares at me, his brows coming down in a V. After a pause, he nods his head slightly. “Okay. I agree that given what she’s been through, having you there is more important than policy. Wait a few minutes—I’ll call up and let the nurses know it’s approved, and then you can go see your fiancée.”

“Thank you.” I step forward to shake his hand, though at this point I could hug him. “Thank you.”

“I’m just happy that we had a good outcome.” As he releases my hand, he glances at his watch. “I have other patients to get to, but I’ll check in with Georgia later.”

Then he walks off, and the rest of my team surrounds me.

“What do you need?” Rylan asks. “Food? Clothes? Whatever you need, we’ll get it for you.”

Zane claps his hand on my shoulder. “Anything, man. We’re here for you.”

Cole’s dark eyes meet mine, full of empathy and understanding. Of everyone, he knows best the terror I was going through. “Leo.” He pauses, a muscle in his jaw working. “I’m so fucking glad she’s okay.”

Emotion thickens my throat, but anticipation to see Georgia forces my words out, anyway. “Can you guys get her stuff from her house and bring it to my place? I want her to feel comfortable when she gets home.”

Niall answers first. “I can help with her house. And I’ll go find out what room she’s in.”

“I’ll help, too,” Zane says quickly. “What about her furniture?”

“Leave it for now, I think.” My forehead pinches as I go over everything. “But make sure to get her crafting supplies. She won’t be able to use them right away, but I want them there when she’s ready.”

“And I was hoping someone could help me out here,” I continue. “I don’t want Georgia alone for a second. I’ll be with her the majority of the time, but if I need to leave…”

“I’ll do it.” Rylan lifts his chin at me.

“Me too,” Cole adds. “And when I’m not here, I’ll meet with the police to make sure they have everything they need to keep Frank in prison for a long time.”

“Thank you.” I sweep my gaze around the room, “Truly. Without you…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cole grins at me. “Now go see Georgia.”

Georgia!

As soon as Niall gives me the room number, I’m sprinting up the stairs to her floor. My body is too alive, too electric to do something as static as waiting for the elevator. I need to see her, see with my own eyes that the woman I love is truly okay.

When I get to the doorway, I force myself to stop—as much as I want to rush in there, I don’t want to startle her. So, I take a silent moment to compose myself as I look inside the room, my heart squeezing as I finally see Georgia. My eyes burn as I watch her, a slender figure tucked under crisp, white sheets, head turned slightly toward me, her eyes closed and features relaxed as she sleeps.

After taking a few steadying breaths, I move toward her, holding my breath and noticing everything.

Like how pale she is, the only color on her skin the purplish bruises on her neck and arms. Her hair spilling across the pillow, stained red in places. The brush of long lashes against her cheeks, the delicate sweep of her nose and chin.

How small she looks under the sheets, so fragile, another reminder of how close I came to losing her. The monitor attached to her finger beeping—a reassuring reminder that her heart is still beating. A slim needle in the back of her hand, long tubing attached to a half-full IV bag, helping to ease her pain.

I thought I felt protective of Georgia before, but this is all-encompassing. My entire being aches with the need to protect her, to keepanyonefrom hurting her again. My nose prickles as I take her hand—the one without the needle in it—and press a soft kiss to her skin.

“Leo?” Georgia’s voice is soft, hesitant, like she’s not sure I’m really here. Her eyes open and bright blue stares back at me, the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” my voice cracks. “I’m here.”

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