We were at the hospital for a few days. Estella was in poor condition, but stable. She could be moved in the next few days. Quinton flew down the day after the attack, with Nona and Ali. Sterling wanted someone he trusted to help us move our parents out of here.
Quinton told us that Orion caught wind of what was happening and tried to fly here for who knows why. Parker was taking care of everything in the pack and setting up the arrangements for the move.
Ali had gone completely crazy and started ordering all sorts of things for me and began arranging to have the nursery fixed up before we arrived.
The hospital staff were concerned and offended with the outsourced security and doctors around our units, but gave us space nonetheless. Sterling wasn’t taking any chances with our safety.
