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“Where’s Wednesday?” The question left Enid’s lips while she looked around the group of people. She herself was still covered in blood, cuts and bruises but the first thing on her mind was her roommate.
She waited while her friends looked at her with sadness in their eyes.
No… no please. Her heart started beating faster, not waiting to believe that Wednesday would be injured or worse, dead. Panic raised in her heart and her chest started to feel tighter with every second that passed.
She held the pink jacket that covered her naked form tighter and looked up at Ajax, only to find the same painful look in his eyes as she saw with the others.
Tears slowly blurred her vision when, out of the blue, three figures appeared in the mist while they walked through the gates of Evermore.
Enid started to walk forward, pushing passed Divina and Xavier, her eyes on the person who walked in the middle.
Her pace quickened as did her heart while she made her way towards her target and wrapped her arms around Wednesday in a crushing embrace.
She got to enjoy that hug for a full four seconds before Wednesday pushed her back with one hand and their eyes locked.
Enid wasn’t sure what to expect exactly, perhaps some snide remark about how she could possibly forget that Wednesday wasn’t a hugger. Or how terrible she looked (and felt because first time wolfing out, ouch). Perhaps even something about how the pink of her jacket would forever leave a scar on her dark soul, even more so than the horrible events she had to live through.
It was nothing of the likes, instead what happened next was something that neither Enid nor the people around them would have ever expected (or believed had they not been there to witness it).
Wednesday Addams looked into Enid's eyes and she could see the terror in there and the tears that streamed down her bloodied face. She could see how much Enid needed this and even how much she needed this too. Although she would never admit it out loud.
Wednesday did the only thing she could do in that moment where her friend, the roommate she couldn’t stand due to her bubbly personality and love of color, needed her comfort more than anything.
She hugged her.
Wrapped her arms around the werewolf and held her as close as she possibly could and all Enid could do was happily return the favor.
Both of Enid's arms wrapped tightly around Wednesday’s torso, never wanting to let her go. “I thought I lost you.” she whispered and a sob escaped her.
Wednesday buried her face in the crook of Enid’s neck, her eyes closed.
“I’m here, Sinclair. Death will have to wait for me a little while longer.”