Georgia’s POV
He took me to his friend's doctor to have the bullet removed from my leg. He doesn't even sleep to keep an eye on my temperature.
"How is she doing?"
"I assume she'll be fine, but what exactly happened?"
"Xander..." he sighs.
"Yeah, I'm familiar with your psycho brother, but won't that stop till no one is killed every day?" While putting the bandage on my feet, the doctor said.
"You don't have to be concerned about anything; I'll take care of it."
I can hear them clearly while talking, and my eyes are closed.
As I moved, I groaned in pain, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw was his face; he had buggy eyes but still looked great. He took a long breath and tapped my shoulder, asking, "How are you feeling?" I gulped.
"Pain."
"Hello, my name is Doctor Velasquez, and d
