Aftermath

*A day layer*

Estella had stared at the white ceiling of the hospital ward for a while before she sighed and turned her head painfully to see whether her wife or Alma had woken up from their nap yet.

After they had helped as much as they can with their injuries, the medical staff had decided that it’s best for them to be in the same ward and to have guards standing in front so that they won’t be hounded by paparazzi or be attacked by surprise by the members of the Wishfullment Club, their enemies.

The baker was grateful that while they usually only allow immediate family to visit, their friends are allowed to visit as well. She enjoyed the distraction. Even if they were to just sit quietly next to her, it was so much better than the images of what happened replaying over and over in her mind.