Michael's Pov
The minutes started to feel like hours as I sat there, staring tiredly at the white walls of the hospital waiting room. I had been sitting in front of the emergency room for over an hour, but it might as well have been a lifetime.
My mind was in complete chaos with several thoughts running through it, and none of them good.
Georgia was in there, probably fighting for her life, while I was out here, powerless, and waiting for someone to tell me that she was going to be okay. But as the minutes ticked by with no word from the doctors, my anxiety only grew.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened and who could have done this to her. My father already denied any involvement, and even if the circumstances pointed to him being responsible, I believed he wasn't, because I
