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Enid stumbles back, her legs like lead as she trails her gaze down, looking at the knife impaling her stomach. Blood stains her sweater red, dark against the pastel pink. A whimper leaves her lips, and she moves her hands towards the knife protruding from her torso, stained with red as she grips the handle. “Wednesday…” Her voice is a deathly whisper, loud in the quiet. “Wednesday.”
She moves to pull the blade from her, her hands wrapped around the handle when darker hands cover her own, she whimpers again as her motion is stopped. “Don’t pull it out, Enid.” Wednesday is sharp with her words, her gaze never straying from their blood-soaked hands. “It’s the only thing currently stopping you from bleeding out on the floor.”
“No, no- no, this can’t be happening-” Enid chokes of a sob as she shakes her head, her skin sickly and pale. She sways on the spot, her eyes rolling back and she goes down, falling into Wednesday.
Wednesday catches her as she falls, guiding her to the ground; she rests the taller girl against her knees, pressing her hand against the wound to try to slow the bleeding. “Enid? Enid!” Her voice borders on a shout, shaking Enid’s shoulder with her free hand. “Stay with me, Enid.”
A frantic thumping on the ground makes Wednesday lift her head, pulling Enid closer to her as she does. “Thing!” The relief is clear in her voice. “Get help!” Thing hesitates for a split-second, his entire being trembling, clearly wanting to go towards Enid before he turns, following the command.
She moves her hand from Enid’s shoulder, holding her as she moves to rest Enid against the ground. Wednesday presses her hand hard against the stab wound, her hand curled around the blade; she reaches into the inside of her jacket, pulling a small kit from a hidden pocket, she opens the kit with one hand, pulling out a curved needle and thread. Moving quickly, she releases her grip on the knife, threading the piece of thread through the hole at the end of the curved needle, tying a knot. She looks down at Enid, a bare moment of hesitation seeping through the cracks, her entire being resisting bringing even vital pain to the girl, before she pushes past it.
Wednesday pulls the knife from Enid, using the blade to cut through her sweater and t-shirt. She discards the knife against her knees as she brings the needle to Enid’s torso, beginning to methodically suture the wound closed. Enid jolts awake, a pitiful whine leaving her as the needle pierces her skin for the first time, and she tries to raise her hands to stop the offending sudden surgery, quickly realising that she doesn’t have the strength to raise her arms.
It doesn’t take long for Wednesday to suture the wound closed, and she cuts the final knot of the thread with a small pair of scissors from within the kit. She wraps both hands around Enid’s, watching her silently as she feels the werewolf’s hand tremble within her own grip. “Enid?” She asks her quietly, her voice barely a whisper as she watches the shallow rise and fall of her chest, she’s unsurprised when she receives no response from her girl, and she raises her hand to brush a piece of blonde hair from her face. When she speaks next, she knows that it falls on deaf ears, and so she says it primarily as a comfort to herself. “You’re going to make it out of this.”