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Wednesday grunted, holding her side as blood poured down her face and from her mouth. She coughed, heaving up more blood onto the grass below.
“What is wrong with you?” Goody asked, rushing to her side and wiping the blood from her lip.
Wednesday smiled . “Hey,” she said.
“Do you want me to get Enid?” Goody cupped Wednesday’s face, ignoring the blood staining her hand.
Wednesday shook her head. “She doesn’t need to know.”
Goody narrowed her eyes, but didn’t go against Wednesday’s wish.
“I’m staying with you, then.”
Wednesday nodded, accepting her fate.
“What happened?” the ghost asked as she pulled one of Wednesday's arms over her shoulders to help support her weight.
Wednesday grunted in pain. “Stalker caught me by surprise. Stabbed me in the side.”
Goody hissed in sympathy.
By the time they made it back, Wednesday could see Enid on her bed through the window, hopefully asleep.
Wednesday creeped in and slinked into their bathroom. She dug in the cabinets for the first aid kit, pulling bandages from it.
She peeled off her jacket and shirt and quickly wrapped her side.
Goody sat with her, watching her with worried eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get Enid?” she asked.
“I don’t want to worry her with such trivial things,” Wednesday dismissed.
“You were stabbed!” Goody exclaimed.
“And I’m an Addams. You know this.”
“Unfortunately,” Goody muttered.
Wednesday stilled at the sound of footsteps.
“Wednesday?” Enid.
Wednesday scrambled to hide what she was doing, despite logically knowing it was too late.
“Wednesday!” Hands grabbed her own and Wednesday stilled, looking up at Enid with a sheepish expression.
“What happened?”
“Stalker got the jump on me. Stabbed me in the side.”
Enid gasped before steeling her expression. “Let me patch you up.”
The werewolf kneeled down next to Wednesday and began wrapping her torso, shaking her head in disappointment.
“What were you doing outside?”
“Not trying to get hurt or panicking this time,” Wednesday said. “I was just taking a walk.”
“At midnight?” Enid asked skeptically.
Wednesday nodded. “I swear I’m telling the truth.”
“I’ll believe you,” Enid sighed. She finished wrapping the bandages and then pulled Wednesday into a hug. “I know you’re immortal, but it still pains me to see you hurt.”
Wednesday nodded into Enid’s shoulder. “I’ll try to be more careful,” she promised.
Enid squeezed her tighter. “That’s all I ask.”
-
Wednesday huffed. She felt aggravated today for seemingly no reason. This happened sometimes when she felt overwhelmed, and a stab to the side certainly caused some overwhelming feelings. She nearly growled when Goody showed up.
“Wednesday, what’s a furry?” Goody asked, appearing next to Wednesday’s desk.
Wednesday paused in her writing, her eyes widening.
“Were you talking to Enid again?” she managed through gritted teeth.
“No,” Goody said, averting her eyes. Her face morphed into concern after a moment.
Wednesday scoffed. “Sure.”
She stands abruptly as she tears the paper from her typewriter, knowing the entire page was ruined. She snarled.
“I’m going outside,” she declared. “Don’t follow me.”
“You know I can’t agree to that,” Goody said gently. “Someone has to look after you.”
“Even you don’t think I can handle myself,” Wednesday growled, crumpling the paper and slamming it into the trash can.
She had no idea why she was feeling so angry. Everything was so loud.
She began her trek out of the room, Goody a step behind her.
“I said don’t follow me!” Wednesday snapped. Goody faltered.
Wednesday stalked out and slammed the door behind her, only to run, quite literally, into Enid, who had been heading to their room.
Wednesday stumbled back, a sinking feeling plummeting into her stomach. She felt herself blanching.
“Wednesday?” Enid questioned, steadying the seer with hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Wednesday said, brushing the hands off her shoulders and storming past the werewolf.
Enid didn’t let her go. She caught up to her easily and grabbed her by the arm.
“Let me go!” Wednesday tried to snatch her hand away. The contact burned. It was too much. Everything was loud, everything was bright, it hurt.
Enid pulled her back into the room and blocked the door before letting her go. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, lowering her voice. “You’re gonna tear open your side.”
Wednesday’s hands flew to her hair, tugging on the loose strands as tears pooled in her eyes.
“It’s too much, everything’s too much!” she cried.
“Okay, okay,” Enid gently shushed her. “Can you let go of your hair, love? I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
Wednesday glanced up at her, feeling tears run down her face. Her grip on her hair loosened, but didn’t let go.
Enid quickly shut off all the lights and grabbed Wednesday’s black weighted blanket, setting it over the seer’s shoulders. She reached up and gently pried Wednesday’s hands from her hair, holding the hands between them.
“You’re overstimulated,” she explained. Wednesday looked at her with a furrowed brow, her only sign of confusion.
“Everything is too much, right?” At Wednesday’s nod, she continued, “You’re experiencing what’s called a sensory overload. It’s common for those with autism or ADHD.”
“I don’t like it,” Wednesday muttered.
Enid chuckled lowly. “Yeah, they aren’t fun.”
“Do you get them?”
“Sometimes,” Enid admitted.
Wednesday hummed. “Hug?” she asked, barely a whisper.
Enid smiled. “Of course.” She let go of Wednesday’s hands and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. Wednesday grunted at the pang in side, but was able to ignore it as she sunk into the hug.
“Sorry I didn’t try to talk to you instead of running off,” she mumbled.
“It’s alright,” Enid said as she rubbed her back. “Now go rest so you can heal. Immortal or not, your side needs time to sew itself back up.”
Wednesday nodded and pulled away reluctantly to go lay down on her bed. She laid on her back, hands crossed over her chest. End pulled Wednesday’s desk chair over and sat down next to her.
“I’ll watch over you, just rest.”
Wednesday drifted off, feeling safe enough with Enid and exhausted from her breakdown to let go for a bit.
-
Wednesday woke up sore all over. She groaned, twisting onto her side.
It was dark out, faint moonlight shining through the giant window. Wednesday could faintly make out Enid’s shape in her bed.
Her side burned. She flipped over, trying to take weight off it, but the movement made it worse. She could feel the blood leaking.
She reluctantly scrambled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. She sobbed the familiar first aid kit and began changing her bandages. She was careful not to make noise, not wanting to worry Enid.
Goody watched with a sad expression.
-
Wednesday stumbled in through the window, clutching her reopened side with a hiss.
A glance to Enid’s bed revealed she was not in the room, and Wednesday thanked her luck and quickly began to bandage herself up.
When she stood from the bathroom floor, her vision wobbled, and she stumbled, clutching onto the counter.
“Wednesday!” Goody was there. She steadied the girl. “Oh, child, you can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
Wednesday barked out a weak laugh. “Seems I’m a magnet for it. It’s quite interesting.”
Goody shook her head. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Don’t tell Enid,” Wednesday demanded weakly.
“She’s sure to find out anyway, but as you wish,” Goody sighed.
Wednesday inhaled, only for it to whistle as vertigo hit her hard. She collapsed to her knees and curled into a ball, ignoring Goody panicking.
Wednesday woke laying in her bed to Enid glaring at her from across the room.
They didn’t talk for the rest of the day.
-
“Did you sneak out again?” Enid seethed.
“I…”
“You’re injured!” Enid gestured to the nasty cut across the bridge of Wednesday’s nose.
“It’s not that bad,” Wednesday tried.
“Wednesday,” Enid started, “I can’t be the only one trying in this relationship.” She rubbed her forehead, staving off an oncoming headache. “You keep getting hurt and refusing to ask me for help. You’re worrying me!”
Wednesday froze as her breath caught in her throat. “I don’t know how,” she managed.
“Then try! God, Wednesday!” The werewolf threw her hands in the air. “If you can’t meet me in the middle, then this relationship won’t work out.”
She inhaled deeply before exhaling. “I can’t right now. If you ask me to come back, to help you, then I will. I need space.” And with that, Enid stormed out of the room, leaving Wednesday frozen in place.
Wednesday stuttered, reaching a hand out before dropping it back to her side.
She didn’t know what to do, how to ask for help, how to even try.
So she collapsed against the window and sobbed.
-
“Goody?” Wednesday asked into the air. She leaned back against the glass panes of the window, more towards the colored side that she learned to associate with comfort.
“Yes, child?” Goody appeared.
“What do you do when you and a partner have a fight?” Wednesday buried her face in her knees, pulling them tighter into her chest.
“Did you and Enid argue?” Goody asked softly.
Wednesday nodded. “She’s mad that I keep refusing to ask for help…”
“Then ask,” Goody said simply.
“Goody, please, help me,” Wednesday choked out.
Goody smiled. “I’ll get Enid. Then you guys can talk.” She ruffled Wednesday’s hair, to the seer’s protest, and vanished.
A few minutes later, the door squeaked open. Enid stepped in, her eyes drifting over to Wednesday’s side of the room. She shifted her gaze to the window after a second and her eyes widened.
“Wednesday!” she cried, rushing over and sliding to her knees in front of Wednesday.
Wednesday looked up with teary eyes. “Enid,” she rasped, “help, please.”
Enid’s eyes softened. “Of course, love,” she cooed, pulling Wednesday into her arms. Wednesday melted into her.
“I’m sorry,” Wednesday choked out. “I should’ve talked to you.”
“You should’ve,” Enid agreed. “But I’m here now, and that’s what matters.”
They sat there for what seemed like hours until Enid gently picked Wednesday up and brought them over to the werewolf’s bed.
“I know you don’t like color…” Enid started, only for Wednesday to cut her off.
“It’s fine. I like color when it comes to you,” she muttered sleepily.
Enid grinned.