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It started out simply enough. A careless mistake in a moment of casual passion (A term which Wednesday despised. Her passion was in no way casual.) had led to Enid drinking from the wrong cup. Not thirty minutes later she was complaining about it being hard to breathe and her limbs feeling like pins and needles. The seer recognized the symptoms and realized what had happened. Thankfully while not immune, werewolves were more resistant to arsenic and, in combination with a bezoar that was kept on hand in case someone tried to take their own life to escape an Addams' wrath, the pastel blonde was able to make a full recovery by the end of the day.
The fact that it had happened at all was enough to worry Wednesday, however. Her love had been through enough already. She didn't need more things to worry about. So the raven made her plan. Firstly, stopping all accidental poisoning. This unfortunately meant that she had to stop adding the offending substances to her own food and drink, but there was almost nothing she would not do for Enid, and this was nowhere near that miniscule list.
The second was to stop any intentional poisoning. Ingested poisons were easy enough, as all she had to do was provide her radiant monster with sustenance that had been checked or prepared by Wednesday herself. Contact poisons were more difficult given Enid's proclivity for physical affection. Wednesday received more than a few strange looks when she would step between Enid and someone who could be a potential poisoner, but that itself was easy enough to cover with the excuse of jealousy.
Finally, Wednesday knew she had to take measures to ensure Enid wouldn't suffer from poisoning when the gothic seer either failed to stop a poisoning or was not around to ensure that it didn't get a chance to occur. Given her already altered behavior to ensure nobody poisoned the upbeat girl, Wednesday had a course of action ready immediately. She already provided Enid with the majority of her food and drink, so slipping in a small enough dose that it would have almost no effect and would be undetectable was child's play. Lacing her fingers with a toxic dust before gently caressing Enid's cheek was but another layer of sweet suffering that she was able to savor. And anything that had to be delivered via blood or injury was simple enough to do during their moments of passion, left under fingernails as they dragged their way across supple flesh in a fit of possessive desire. All in all, delivering the poisons was almost too easy. It would have been boring to the point of being unenjoyable if it hadn't been in service of her horrendous goddess.
This was such a subtle effort, and it went on for so long unnoticed by Enid for so long that it slipped into habit, fading to the back of Wednesday's mind until a call brought it rushing back to the forefront and left the seer begging whatever entity would listen that her efforts would be enough.
There has been an accident on Enid's college campus, and everyone's emergency contact was being informed. The voice on the other end of the call said they couldn't give any details, but that the people who were exposed were being treated at the nearest hospital. They probably said more as well but Wednesday had already hung up the call and rushed out the door, the fastest route to her goal forming in her mind.
It only took eight minutes of walking, seventeen minutes of riding the bus, and one glare that would put anyone who didn't deal with the public on a regular basis into an extra deep grave to get to the hospital. The smell of chemical disinfectant and the uncomfortable brightness of fluorescent lights would have brought wonderful displeasure to Wednesday's heart if it were any other time. Now however she was too worried to enjoy the scenery, instead frustratingly suffering through the wait that bureaucracy had created as she had to tolerate a queue and then explain in excruciating detail that she was in fact Enid's emergency contact and she was the best family that the werewolf had, regardless of not being married. That last fact was only an unfortunate reality because Enid didn't want to plan their wedding until she had graduated and Wednesday refused to follow in her parent's footsteps and elope. Which was looking much more acceptable with every passing second she had to slog through repeated explanations of the situation.
In the end, she was able to see Enid after only a half hour of arguing and three whispered threats that made people whose job was to ensure people had all their organs in the correct place pale from terror. She didn't bother waiting to be led to the room where her heart wrenching lover was staying, the idea of suffering even another instant with those fools turning her stomach. Instead she found the room herself, throwing the door open and expecting the worst, only to find Enid sitting on a bed in scrubs.
"Wednesday!" Standing up, she opened her arms for an embrace, a few words dangling from the openings in her new clothes.
The seer rushed forwards, not caring about her affection being seen, and tightly held her love.
"Enid. They said there was an incident in a lab? What happened?"
"Well, it was my photography class, and we were in the dark room going over how to fix the image, and apparently that involves a kind of cyanide? But only because they were out of the regular stuff they use? Anyway, the professor was doing the demo, but it was the dark room and they tripped on something and dropped the container and it broke and splashed us. So then everyone starts panicking and we all have to rush into the decontamination shower. It's weird though because everyone else started showing symptoms even with getting treatment but I was fine despite being in the front when it happened."
"Ah," muttered the seer, the dots connecting in her mind. "Well I am glad that you are fine. Cyanide can be incredibly dangerous."
"Yeah. I didn't think werewolves were immune to it."
"They aren't."
"What do you mean? If we aren't immune to it, then why am I fine? I mean, I couldn't even keep my clothes because they might have still been contaminated."
Wednesday pulled back enough to get a good look at Enid's face. Confusion was clear on it, and Wednesday knew that she would have to come clean sooner or later.
"The normal werewolf is not immune to cyanide. However, do you remember at Nevermore when you drank from my cup?"
"Yeah, I felt awful. You had to stop adding arsenic to your coffee."
"Mhmm. Well, I may have been a bit worried about you being poisoned more seriously in the future. And so I took steps to prevent that."
Enid's arms tightened around the seer at that. While she never regretted the sharpness of her love's mind, Wednesday did have to admit that it could be detrimental to keeping secrets.
"Wednesday, what did you do?"
"Perhaps you have heard the saying 'that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger'?"
The ocean blue eyes that normally held a serene drowning now only contained a tempest as thoughts flew around behind them. For a moment, the seer thought she might be able to leave it at that. She was sadly mistaken.
"Wednesday. Friday. Addams. Have you been poisoning me for five years?!?!"
The raven let out a grunt as she felt the arms around her close even more. "Technically, it's called mithridatism."