Georgia stared at her laptop screen, but the numbers and graphs meant nothing right now. Her mind was foggy. She had read the same paragraph three times.
Then her phone rang, and she jumped. The name on the screen froze her breath.
Dr. Collins. May's Doctor.
She picked up slowly. “Hello?”
“Miss Georgia,” came the calm but serious voice. “I’m calling about May.”
Georgia’s heart dropped to her stomach. She stood up from her chair without realizing. “What happened?”
“There’s been a change in her vitals,” he said carefully. “She’s still stable, but there’s a slight drop in her oxygen levels and heart rate. We’ve adjusted her care and added new monitoring. I just thought you should know.”
“Slight drop?” Georgia repeated, her voice tightening. “Is she okay or not?”
“She’s not in immediat
