Author's Note: I am not a medical professional and despite my many attempts to try and write the process of Georgia's treatment, I found it to be very difficult. So, I've decided that I will move the story along by a few hours. Hope you enjoy!


Chapter Four

Toronto - General Hospital - Room 312

Georgia watched as the nurse finished bandaging up her shoulder, and took a deep breath in. The pain, for the most part, had subsided and she was grateful. She could handle pain, that wasn't a problem. She knew she was in the best place to receive treatment, but the overall feeling she got as she stared at the sickly white walls, and inhaled the off-putting scent of bleach made her stomach churn. The ticking of the clock grew louder, and as she glanced over at the wall it was placed on, she raised her eyebrows as she took in the time. She had been at the hospital for over eight hours receiving treatment, and it had gone by without her even realising it. It was now just after midnight, and the exhaustion that she had kept at bay was slowly creeping out.

"You're handling the pain well," the nurse commented. "We've only had to give you a small amount of pain relief."

"I can handle pain better than most," Georgia replied, tiredly. Her words were slightly slurred as tiredness overwhelmed her body. "Plus, it helps being shot before. You know what to expect."

The nurse nodded, her eyebrows furrowing at the comment. "That would explain it, I guess."

Georgia smiled, and glanced at the woman's name badge attached to her nurse's attire. Lydia. She had known a Lydia at school, who had long blonde pigtails and startling green eyes. She had pale skin that resembled snow. Georgia could remember wanting to be her friend; she had been quiet, like her, and kept to herself a lot. She would often be seen reading a book at lunchtime, lost in the world of her own imagination, and would smile at parts that made her happy. She read to escape the troubles of home, and she lost herself into the world the books created for her so that the raised voices of her parents wouldn't be able to enter the thick bubble she encased herself in. Yet, Georgia hadn't known that. She hadn't realised that her first murder case as a rookie would consist of tracking down a killer who had murdered Lydia and left her at the side of the road. Georgia had not seen Lydia for many years as the trouble teen moved schools once her parents' divorce had been finalized. She hadn't known that Lydia had fallen in with the wrong crowd, and had been influenced into taking drugs by her controlling boyfriend. Whilst Georgia had been training to join the police, Lydia had begun to sell her body in order to buy more drugs. And when Georgia had begun working at 15 Division, Lydia had taken her last breath at the hands of her boyfriend then left by the side of the road like a piece of rubbish. It was one of the main reasons as to why Georgia went undercover to take down known and notorious drug dealers and drug lords, in an attempt to keep other teenagers away from the dangers that drugs caused.

As the nurse finished and excused herself from the room, Georgia stood and walked over towards the hold-all that contained new clothes that had been brought to the hospital by an officer. She was grateful that she had something to wear other than the gown. Once she had gotten dressed, though with great difficulty, into leggings and a hoodie, she sat down on the hospital bed with a sigh. She hated the fact that it had taken her over half an hour to attempt putting on the white t-shirt which resulted in more pain than it was worth. So, she settled for the hoodie and found that she was able to have some leeway with her arm.

A knock on the door caused her to glance at it with a furrowed brow. She stood up and slowly walked towards the small window situated to the left of the door, and glanced out. It had become a habit; needing to know who was on the other side of the door. Ricky had been unpredictable with his visits to her apartment, and she always found herself to be on guard as she never knew when he was going to turn up at her door and with whom. Georgia had been living on edge for the most part of six months, never fully knowing what mood Rick was in when he would come and visit her. Some visits would just consist of him turning up for no reason; to him bring acquaintances around to take some new drugs that they had gotten their hands on.

But when she noticed the familiar figure of Oliver Shaw, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the door, and as soon as her eyes met those of Oliver's, she couldn't help but smirk. Oliver smirked back and let out a chuckle.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you in hospital more times than I've had hot dinners," Oliver joked. He moved forwards and wrapped his arms around her, careful of her shoulder.

"I'm not going to disagree with you on that as it's probably true," Georgia giggled, holding him tightly. They released each other but kept their gaze on one another. It had been years since they had been in the same room; let alone speaking to each other.

"So…" Oliver began. "Where've you been?"

Georgia shrugged with her good shoulder and bit her lip. "Mostly New York… although I've been working undercover on a few cases here for the past two years."

Oliver nodded, his heart sinking at the thought of her being so close yet he hadn't known that she had been in Canada. But he understood. She loved her job, and he hadn't known such a workhorse before he had met her. She gave the job her full attention, often forgetting that she had a life away from it all. After everything that had happened with Sam, she had thrown herself into the job before transferring to a different station.

"I understand," Oliver nodded. "It's so good to see you… despite the circumstances."

Georgia nodded, smirking. "Yep. It's good to see you too! How's Zoe?"

She watched as his face fell and mentally kicked herself. She had known about the troubles their marriage had been going through but she had assumed that they had sorted through out all the problems and had patched things up, dragging their marriage away from the dangerous rocks.

"We… uh… we're getting there," Oliver said.

"I'm so sorry, Oliver," Georgia whispered, rubbing his arm.

"It's fine," he replied.

"I'm sure everything will sort itself out."

"Hey… enough about me… you're back!" Oliver exclaimed.

She offered a tight smile, and allowed her eyes to fall on the brunette man standing outside the room with his arms folded. His head was moving from side to side to look at both ends of the corridor. She tipped her heads towards him.

"Who's that?"

Oliver turned to look at the man in question. "That is Collins."

He whistled, capturing the man's attention almost immediately. Collins stepped into the room.

"This is Nick Collins," Oliver said, to which Collins extended his arm out to Georgia. She smiled as she shook his hand. "He's fairly new."

"Ah… a rookie?" Georgia asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Nick replied. He saw the grimace on her face and cursed himself mentally in case he had unintentionally jolted her.

""Please, don't call me ma'am," Georgia said. "It makes me feel old!"

Nick nodded and silently apologized. He took his hand back when she released it. Oliver had moved towards the bed where the forms regarding Georgia's wish to be released from hospital as soon as possible were laid out.

"Not staying the night?" Oliver smirked, already knowing that she was well and truly ready to leave.

"You know how much I love hospitals," Georgia commented, sarcastically.

"I thought you did, seeing as you spend so much of your time in them," Oliver chuckled.

"Ha… funny!" Georgia bit back. "I think I broke a rib laughing so hard."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Oliver replied, in a sing-song tone. "Want Collins to call a doctor for you?"

"It's lovely seeing you again, Oliver," she smirked. "I've really missed your sarcasm."

The three of them smirked. Oliver turned to them. "Want to get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"


The drive to the station didn't take long and before she knew it, Georgia was sat in one of the questioning rooms having a short debrief with her boss. It was a generalized debrief to get the general description of the events that had taken place, before they would go into more detail with the full and extensive debrief the next morning. Despite it being a quick talk, the tiredness she had felt at the hospital had hit her like a ton of bricks. She had hit the brick wall of exhaustion and it was decided that they would cut it even shorter so that she was able to get to her hotel and get some rest seeing as it had been a long day.

Oliver was instructed to accompany her to the hotel she would be staying at as her apartment that she had been staying at for the past few months had also been compromised along with the operation. An officer would be watching the door during the entire night to ensure that no-one approached it. It was during the car journey that Oliver glanced towards Georgia who was staring out of the window with her eyes glazed over. He knew that the whole Sam situation was like a dark cloud over their heads waiting for the right time to rain over them. But as much as he wanted to approach the subject of Sam Swarek, he couldn't find the right words. He was their friend, had watched as they had gotten to know each other, had told Sam to jump into the deep end and ask her out, had watched as they had taken their relationship to the next level… and had watched as their relationship had fallen to pieces as soon as the distress call had come through over the radio as Sam called for assistance. He had been there for both of them, but for different reasons. He had been there for Georgia on an emotional level, and he had been a rock for Sam when he needed someone to talk to.

"You've got something on your mind," Georgia said quietly, her voice heavy with tiredness. Her voice felt foreign to him as he was beginning to get used to the silence within the vehicle. "I can tell."

Oliver coughed and shrugged, moving in his seat. He focused on the road, avoiding her gaze as she turned to look at him.

"Nope," he said, coughing again. "Just thinking about… stuff."

"Right…" Georgia replied, and continued to stare out the window.

They welcomed the silence like an old friend. Deep down, Georgia wanted him to approach the subject and bring it up. But at the same time she was petrified. She had tried to bury it in a box at the back of her mind, and for many years, she was able to think of other things without having a moment to think about him or what had happened. But today… had opened it up, and caused everything to explode around her mind.

"Sam came to the hospital to see how you were."

Georgia swallowed the lump in her throat and rubbed her lips together. She nodded. "Right…"

"Yeah…" Oliver continued. "I… uh… told him that I'd let him know when I knew more."

He knew that it was a difficult subject to approach, but he knew she appreciated knowing.

"I couldn't believe it was him," Georgia whispered. "I knew as soon as I laid my eyes on him that I had to get him out of there safe and alive."

"You need to stop thinking like you're on the job all the time," Oliver said. "You must have felt or thought something other than needing to protect him."

Georgia quietened for a moment. She turned to Oliver, just as he parked the vehicle outside the hotel. "I felt sad… I was looking in the eye of the man I love… used to love… I don't know. I felt sick because it was the first time I'd seen him since…"

Oliver reached over, grasped her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in reassurance.

"And I realised how much time had passed between us. I thought of all the years lost… and of where we could have been if… if it hadn't had happened. And I watched him glance at her."

"Andy?"

Georgia nodded, slowly. "Andy… yeah."

Oliver furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"I saw the way he looked at her," Georgia whispered, glancing at him with tear filled eyes. She bit her lip and took a breath. "He used to look at me the same way."


Author's Note (2): Okay, so that chapter was a little longer than the others and would have been even longer if I hadn't split what I had written into two chapters. It works a lot better now that it's split into two, as it was twelve pages long at one point! The next chapter will be quite interesting as we learn about what happened, and why. Let me know what you think, as I love reading what you think!