Georgiana slowly opened her eyes, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was no longer trapped in the darkness of the elevator, and the bright lights of the hospital room were a welcome sight. As she looked around, she noticed a figure standing by the large windows, gazing out at the city skyline. It was Arthur, his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression unreadable.
She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. The beeping of machines and the soft hum of the hospital's equipment created a soothing background noise. She glanced down at her hand, where a large needle was inserted for an IV. It was a reminder of her ordeal, but she was grateful to be receiving medical attention.
As she began to move in her bed, the rustling of the sheets caught Arthur's attenti
