Georgia's POV
Noisy.
Everything was so damn noisy. Beeping, footsteps, voices, too loud, too close. I hated it when people were loud while I was trying to sleep.
My eyelids fluttered open, and a sharp pain shot through my arm. I winced, blinking at the harsh white light above me. Where the hell was I—oh. Right. The fishermen. The hospital. I remember that much.
But as I scanned the room, confusion quickly settled in. Ella was there—thank God, but she wasn't alone. Two people stood beside her. One of them…
Wait.
I knew that face.
My pulse spiked, every instinct screaming danger. "What the hell is that murderer doing here?!" I shrieked, panic flooding my veins. My eyes darted around until I spotted a red button on the wall. The nurse call button. Without thinking, I slammed my finger down on it.
The man's eyes widened. "Georgia—you're awake!" He stepped closer, too close.
SLAP!
