BAD BLOOD

One week later:

Emma had run to the clinic, immediately Adah had burst into her apartment with the news that Annabel and Amelia were awake.

Over the couple of days in class, they had bonded over gossip, and training, seeing as the latter was the only one that had been sincerely interested in her.

Emma had run with Prescott in her hands, and Adah right behind her. And when she arrived at the room she had frequented daily with prayers, and saw her sister and her friend chatting tiredly, she let out a scream of happiness and hurried over to them.

“Amelia! Annabel!” She called gaily, garnering the attention of the two females sitting cross-legged on the same bed. Before they could let out a shout or smile of their own, Emma’s hands were already around them.

“Oh my goodness, I am so happy for both of you…” she paused. “but give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..”

Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah weren’t left behind,