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 ...