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Wednesday paced back and forth, nearly tripping over her own feet in her frantic movement. Her entire torso burned at the movement, still healing after the fiasco a few days ago.
“Wednesday, listen to me,” Goody tried. She looked worried, face unnaturally emotional. It almost disturbed Wednesday.
“You’re panicking,” the blonde said, moving towards Wednesday, who stumbled back. Goody paused. She lifted her hands in a sign of peace. “Sit against that tree,” she commanded, trying a different approach.
That made Wednesday pause. She found herself obeying without thinking.
Goody kneeled in front of her, a small smile growing on her face.
“There you go,” Goody cooed. She rubbed the other’s shoulder gently.
Wednesday watched her, breath still coming out in heaving whistles. Black spots started appearing in her vision, making her panic more.
“I’m going to put you to sleep,” Goody explained, moving her hand to cup Wednesday’s face.
The seer looked at her, confused and slightly scared.
“I’ll get Enid in the meantime. Don’t worry, child. You’ll be okay.”
Wednesday found herself beginning to drift despite her attempts to stay alert, her body shutting down slowly. The last thing she saw was Goody watching her, running a hand through her hair.
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Wednesday woke to complete darkness. Normally this wouldn’t bother her, it would even be welcomed, but something felt off. She was on a bed if she was correct. Maybe the medical room?
Something warm brushed against her arm and she narrowly held back a scream and shot up, attempting to scramble away, only for something to stop her. She was pushed back down onto the bed and held there as she thrashed.
“Calm down! Calm down, you’re okay! Wednesday!” Enid. Her voice caused Wednesday to still.
Wednesday heaved, trying to catch her breath. “What happened?” she managed.
“We’re not sure. You were by yourself in the woods, again,” Enid said, her voice bitter, obviously peeved. “I went after you and found you unconscious. There didn’t seem to be any signs of struggle.”
Memories of what happened hit Wednesday all at once, and she gasped.
“What happened, Wednesday?”
She sat up in spite of Enid’s protests. Wednesday looked down at her lap. “I…” She trailed off, unsure of how to explain herself.
“You need to communicate with me, remember?”
Wednesday nodded. She lifted her gaze slightly, looking into Enid’s worried eyes.
“I… I was overwhelmed, so I ran off. I think I was panicking.”
She knew she was.
“Why were you panicking?”
“I’m still not used to emotions,” Wednesday started. Enid motioned for her to continue, taking her hand and squeezing it.
“I just… got overwhelmed and wanted to get away for a bit. Goody tried to help me, and I think she put me to sleep.”
Enid’s eyes softened. “We talked about this,” she said, voice lowered.
Wednesday averted her gaze. “I’m sorry.”
Enid carefully ran a hand through Wednesday’s hair, which had been undone in her sleep. Wednesday relaxed into the touch, humming softly.
“Hon, I can’t help you if you don’t let me,” Enid said gently. She lightly scratched her nails against Wednesday’s scalp, smiling at the whine the seer let out at the touch.
“I know,” Wednesday started, “it’s hard… I went from feeling nothing to feeling everything.”
Enid’s hand froze, before renewing her ministrations at the disapproving noise from the shorter girl. She leaned forward, ignoring the flash of confusion in Wednesday’s eyes, and rested their foreheads together.
“I’ll be here to help, if you let me,” Enid soothed. “If you need space, just let me know so I can make sure you’re safe. You can’t keep running off into the woods. You’re worrying me.”
Wednesday averted her eyes, suddenly uncomfortable. Prolonged eye contact was still hard for her, even when it came to Enid. Luckily, the werewolf didn’t press.
“I’ll be sure to alert you next time I feel like that,” Wednesday promised.
“That’s all I ask.” Enid grinned. “Now how about we head back to our room?”
Wednesday nodded. She moved to stand, but stumbled. Enid caught her easily, lifting her into a carry. Wednesday wrapped her arms around her neck, trying to stabilize herself.
“I imagine your injuries still hurt?” Enid questioned.
Wednesday nodded, feeling her face start to burn in shame. An Addams should never be this vulnerable
Enid hummed softly into Wednesday’s ear, making her shudder. “You know you aren’t weak, right?”
Wednesday wondered if she had spoken aloud or if Enid was just that in tune to her thoughts.
Enid took the lack of answer as a response of its own. She sighed. “Wednesday, you’re the strongest person I know! You faced down Crackstone, Tyler and Laurel!”
Wednesday flinched. “But…” she tried.
“Nope!” Enid declared. “You’re great!”
Wednesday frowned.
Enid sighed again. “Look, we really do need to speak to Principal Weems about sending you back to therapy. We got a school therapist, you know? After everything. All the students say she’s better than Jericho’s therapist was.”
Wednesday tightened her grip on Enid, whimpering. “Don’t want to,” she mumbled. “Don’t want to talk about myself.”
“Then don’t. Speak about your novel, or something like that. Work your way up to speaking about what happened.”
“I can do that?”
Enid nodded. “Yeah! It can be great if you think of it with the right mind set. Try at least one session, and if you don’t like it, you don’t need to go again.”
By this point, they had already reached their room. Enid lightly kicked the door open and marched over to Wednesday’s bed, dropping them both onto it with a huff.
Wednesday grunted at the movement, jolting at the disturbance of her side. Enid whispered a quick apology, running a hand down her back.
“I guess I could… consider going to therapy. Only because you asked. If it goes wrong, I will skin you alive,” she threatened with no real venom behind it. They both knew it was an empty threat with Wednesday too attached to harm Enid.
“I’d expect no less,” Enid said, looking down at the smaller girl in her lap with the utmost affection. “I love you.”
“I… love you too,” Wednesday managed to grit out, grimacing.