"Dammit, woman, are you made of steel?" Nick uttered as he let go of Georgia, letting her stand on her own.
Georgia blinked, stunned and mortified. "Y-You were carrying me!"
"Yeah," he said, rubbing his nose. "Because I found you passed out at my desk like a drunk pirate and thought you'd be more comfortable on the bed I told you to stay off of. My mistake for being considerate."
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Then she stammered, "I—I was trying not to ruin the bed… I spent thirty minutes fixing it!"
Nick gave her a blank look, then shook his head, turning away toward his office. "Next time, just sleep on the floor. Less risk of head trauma."
Georgia face-palmed. She just assaulted the man who saved her life—and might be her only chance at staying alive.
As Georgia peeked at Nick again, her eyes widened in horror.
"Y–You're bleeding!"
Nick blinked. "What?"
"Your nose!" she gasped, pointing. "You're bleeding from your nose!"
