Georgia's POV
It was almost dinner when Nick finally came back. I had already dismissed the private nurse earlier. I didn't really need her hovering around while I was just lying in bed binge-watching movies and trying to pretend everything was normal.
The moment the door opened, my chest tightened with a strange warmth. "Nick!" I called out, my face lighting up, until I saw him. He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. There was exhaustion written all over his face, like he'd been carrying the weight of the world and didn't know where to set it down.
I grabbed the small stack of menus the nurses had given me earlier. "Have you eaten? The nurses recommended these places. We can order in, no need for you to go out again," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
He sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the menus quietly. His lips curved faintly, but the heaviness in his gaze betrayed him.
