Arthur stood outside the hospital room, his heart racing with worry. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, but he was too consumed by his thoughts to notice. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, and his brows were knitted together in a deep frown. He couldn’t shake the anger and confusion swirling inside him. How could this happen? How could Georgiana faint in an elevator? The sudden darkness, the flickering lights, everything felt wrong, and he needed answers.
As he paced back and forth, his mind raced with questions. “What if she doesn’t wake up? What if something serious is wrong?” The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Georgiana was the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and the idea of losing her was unbearable. He felt a surge of frustration bubbl
