The moment the bell rang as they entered the bookstore, Sylvia's body went rigid and her breath stilled in her lungs. 

"Boss!"

"Sylv!"

"Madam!" 

The shouts rang through the air and had Sylvia wincing before a yelp escaped her as strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and lifted her up. She allowed herself to be squeezed gently and spun before her good knee came up and dug into her employers side. 

"Your going to make me throw up. Put me down Wilson." She was back in her seata moment later, her hands absently smoothing out her hospital gown. Wilson sheepishly rubbed his neck and bowed his head in apology, Sylvia sighed softly and offered a small smile. Wilson was a tall eighteen-year-old with shoulder-length crisis hair and bright hazel eyes. Eater came into her view and Sylvia offered a tired wave towards the bubbly 5'3 blonde. Rebecca was the last to enter her field of viosn, her dyed violet hair tied into a bun. All three drew closer but paused when they saw who was pushing her wheelchair as well as the cast. 

"Okay, so I know I have a lot explaining to do but let me grab a few things before I get into that." They backed up and nodded, Sylvia offered a smile and turned her head to glance up at Aleksandr. She pointed towards the left and the door that was hidden by a small bookshelf, her hand falling to her lap once more. [@Briza]