Georgia spent every moment she could at Max's side, during the day sitting at his bedside and singing to him, holding his always cold hand in hers. At night she gave him the medicine prescribed to him by the field doctors in Vietnam, hurrying through her other rounds to be by his side as much as possible. After three days and nights of this, Georgia running on barely any sleep and hardly a bite to eat, Max wakes up. Georgia sits on the edge of his bed, stroking his arm during a break from her rounds. His eyes open slowly, and although he tries to blink the blurriness away, his vision is only half focused. There isn't much to focus on to begin with in the blinding white surroundings, except for the all white angel on the edge of his bed. He didn't know what he did to get here, but if Georgia was here, his love, his life, he couldn't be anywhere else but heaven.

"What happened to you?" He asks hoarsely, his mouth nearly too dry to speak. Georgia's heart skips a beat at his voice.

"Max?" She asks, tearing up, unsure if what she heard was even real.

"How did you get here sweetheart?" He asks, confused.

"I never left, Max. We're in New York. You came back to me."

"I'm not dead?"

"No, baby you're not dead," Georgia laughs, despite the tears streaming down her face.

"So you really are saving lives. Starting with mine." Max tries to sit up, to give her a kiss, but Georgia lays him back down.

"You need to take it easy, Max. You're still really hurt." She kisses his forehead instead. "And you have a fever." Georgia furrows her brow and reaches out to find a syringe of medicine to knock him out, using all her willpower to follow protocol.

"What's that for?" Max asks, feebly lifting a hand to gesture.

"You need to rest. And I can't have you distracting me while I do my rounds. I'm still on the clock."

"I don't want to be alone," Max protests.

"You'll be asleep. And you're in pain."

"No I'm n- Oh shit," Max leans his head into the pillow, feeling like his brain is throbbing.

"I'm on shift until 6 if you wake up. And if I'm already gone, I'll be back at 8 with Lucy." Max smiles weakly, already feeling pain all over his body. "Hold your arm still," Georgia says, sticking him with the needle.

"No other choice. I can barely move it." Georgia smiles sadly, reaching up to wipe tears from her face. She leans over to kiss Max's forehead again.

"I'll be back to check on you. I love you." She forces herself to move from Max's bed, knowing she won't be able to work again tonight if she doesn't. As she slips away, Max catches a blurred glimpse of something on her thumb. A tattoo of a heart, with the three lines of a peace sign inside.