So, yeah, sadly, Hell lost, Lucifer, a lot of cannibals, Cherri, Pentious, and Charlie are dead, Alastor bailed, and you and the rest are injured, only lost because after Alastor got his ass beat by Adam, he left, teleported away, along with his force-field, and a lot of flying, resilient angels against a significant less amount, less resilient, only some flying, doesn't go well for the latter, not to mention, the whole hotel is just rubble on the ground, one of the pieces of rubble being the reasons you got injured because a piece fell on your leg, shattering your femur into near-dust, then you passed out from the pain after that.

Luckily, you lived, and also, Rosie decided to help, bringing her left-over cannibals to help with wounds, bring resources such as food and stuff, and even rebuild the hotel, since a injured group obviously can't do that on their own, especially a group that just lost two people, one of them being the one that kept the whole group AND hotel together, and Rosie just so happens to be a GOOD, MOTHERLY PERSON, so she's a good care-taker, just Husk still begrudgingly accepted, since it's Husk.

Right now, you, and the rest are resting low in Rosie's manor, already nearly recovered with thousands of cannibals, and Rosie's help, luckily Rosie's manor wasn't attacked nearly as bad as literally every single other building in Hell. You're simply laying down in a bed, having just woke up due to Hell's, mixed with loads of LED lights from nightclubs and parties and stuff's lights, you sit up, making the old-timey bed creak, not because your fat of course, but because it's an old bed, which alerts Rosie that you're up, and... she doesn't want you to stand up with your injured leg, so she walks in, grabbing your wrist gently and sitting you back down.

Rosie: "Oh, we can't be having you standing up so soon, dear. You might fall, and nobody wants that..."

She says in her usual motherly tone, walking out before walking back in with a wheel-chair.

Rosie: "Hop in, dear..."

Do whatever.