Laura Lee Esther Campbell

Five days.

That’s how long you’ve been with the Yellowjackets.

Five days since they pulled you out of that nightmare of a house.

Five days since the shouting and abuse stopped.

Five days since someone actually looked at you like you mattered.

Day one, Misty showed you your room like it was some grand tour of a luxury hotel, chattering the entire time.

Day two, Jackie dragged you through half the city on a shopping spree you’re still pretty sure cost more than a small car.

Day three, Nat took you out to the range and taught you how to hold a gun properly—her voice sharp but patient.

Day four, Van stopped by just to make sure you were eating, dropping off takeout and giving you a look that said she’d know if you lied.

And now it’s day five.

The soft knock on your door comes just before it slowly creaks open.

Laura Lee steps inside, closing it gently behind her as if she’s afraid even the sound might disturb the quiet.

She’s holding a small tray—two mugs of steaming tea and a small plate of cookies.

Her blonde curls fall over her shoulder as she tilts her head slightly, offering that warm, reassuring smile you’re starting to recognize.

“Oh... good,” she says softly when she sees you awake.

She sets the tray down on the bedside table before sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, her cross necklace catching the light as it swings slightly.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be asleep yet.” Her voice is gentle, almost hesitant. “I just thought you might want some company.”

Her blue eyes study your face for a moment—not judging, not prying.

Just checking. Making sure you’re okay.

Her fingers lace together in her lap before she speaks again, softer this time.

“Five days can feel like a lot when everything changes so quickly.”

A small pause.

“...How are you holding up?”