Jason Morgan hated hospitals. He always had and when he was the patient, he almost always broke out. But now he was at General Hospital and he had no intention of leaving. Then again he wasn't the injured party, it was his girlfriend. Jason shifted in the hospital room chair clearly uncomfortable.

It wasn't as if the chair were new territory, he'd been there for the two weeks she had been there. Maybe he was uncomfortable being there because he knew it was his fault. It hadn't sunk in till just then that she had been shot. She had been shot in the head and she still hadn't regained consciousness.

Jason had been through this before with Sam getting shot. But this was different on so many levels. He loved Georgie more than he thought possible. This wasn't his fault, even though he blamed himself and Mac of course blamed him. Seeing Georgie unmoving aside from the motion of her chest going up and down, it reminded him of what happened to Michael. There were so many similarities, it was eerie and this fact wasn't lost on Jason. He'd find out what happened and why and most importantly who was behind it later. She was so pale; her skin missing the vibrant colors he'd seen only a few weeks ago. He desperately wanted her to open her beautiful brown eyes and reassure him that it wasn't his fault. He might just believe it, if it came from her.

Sitting there with nothing but free time left Jason remembering. At the moment he was remembering the first time he actually talked to Georgie. He'd seen her a thousand times before but he hadn't actually paid much attention to her. At least not till that day.

Georgie was pouring coffee for someone when the door to Kelly's opened and three men with masks and guns entered. Georgie didn't let on she was freaking out at all knowing fear would not help the situation. But she was freaking out in her head because she was too young to die in some robbery gone wrong. That was probably how it would turn out—WRONG because that was how Port Charles was. It was a place where nothing went according to plan.

One of the men told Georgie to empty the register, so she quickly did so. She accidentally dropped a few bills and hurriedly bent down to pick them up. As she was about to rise back up, her eyes caught Mike's shotgun. She debated on grabbing it; she was trained in using guns. She had shown Spinelli how to use one many times. But in the end Georgie decided against it. There were three of them, all armed and one of her. Even with the gun? She'd probably end up dead.

Georgie rose to her feet and shoved the recovered bills into the bag. She pushed the bag towards the man and silently prayed they would be on their way. No such luck though as one of the robbers pulled Georgie back into the kitchen. He had handed off the money to one of his accomplices. So now? It seemed he wanted something else from Georgie. As his hands roamed all over her, she struggled to get free. But he was too strong so she just screamed praying someone would help her and soon.

Less than a minute later; after the man had ripped her shirt open, Georgie heard gunshots followed by a thudding sound. She heard someone yell "In the back" and a moment or two later the kitchen door burst open to reveal Jason Morgan. Jason had been going to Kelly's to get some coffee when he stumbled across the robbery and decided to take care of it. He was Jason Morgan after all and he wasn't frightened in the face of death.

"Step away and maybe I won't shoot you" Jason said with his gun trained on the lone robber.

The man turned and removed his hands taking a step back. He went to reach for his own gun and Jason fired one shot off. It landed perfectly between the man's eyes and he fell face down to the ground.

"Said maybe"

Georgie was now shaking. She looked down and saw that her shirt was opened and she wrapped it around herself best she could.

"Uh…Thank you" she managed to get out.

Jason knew that Georgie must be in shock and he needed to remember what to do in that situation.

"Georgie" He said gently as he took a step towards her. "Are you okay?"

"No" she said barely above a whisper. She looked up at Jason. "But I will be"

They hadn't had much of a conversation that day, but that was the day that Jason knew Georgie was stronger than most thought. He sat there in the hospital remembering how he couldn't get over how sure she was that she'd be alright. Most women would probably answer with a maybe or a flat out never, but she had been insistent on that day and many others that she'd be fine eventually.

Jason's gaze fell on Georgie once again. Even in her condition she was still beautiful. Everyone in Port Charles seemed blind to that fact, they all favored Maxie for some reason. Jason honestly couldn't stand Maxie because she went on and on—just like Spinelli. Only Maxie's ranting never led anywhere useful and usually led to Jason having a headache.

He'd been telling himself that she would open those beautiful eyes up soon and just say something—anything. He swore he wouldn't break down or give up on her and he hadn't given up. He was just reaching the point where he was imagining his life without her in it. He took her hand in his and looked over at her.

"Please Georgie, wake up"