Wenclair One-Shots

Our Future

Summary:

After the battle with the Hyde and after their hug in the woods— Enid and Wednesday head back to their dorm to patch each other up and get some needed rest. Before falling asleep, Wednesday has one more vision. A vision that's much different than her usual ones.

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Tonight? There had been bloodshed, along with both the works of sacrifice and utter fear.

Pain? Trauma? Near death experiences? Hell, a dead pilgrim that seethed bigotry and sought vengeance had been resurrected for hell's sake..

But the night ended with a hug from the one and only Wednesday Addams— so? In Enid's book? Tonight was, in the end, a win, despite everything else.

It had been an hour since the red moon rose to it's highest and an hour since Enid and Wednesday had reunited in the woods. All students of Nevermore that had gathered in the woods had been lured back by Bianca and the other sirens by now.

All was still.

Except for Enid Sinclair, she couldn't sit still for the life of her as Wednesday tended to her various wounds back in the safety and cozy comfort of their shared dorm.

Thing's light scattering and shuffling could be heard throughout the room as he gathered all medical supplies Wednesday demanded from him. So far? It had been a first aid kid and some extra brandages. Enid honestly had no idea where either of them kept all of it.

"If you keep moving, I'm afraid more damage than repair will be done." Wednesday said in her usual monotone voice— lacking any emotion, also as usual.

"Geez, can you blame a girl?" Enid huffed out in response, "I almost died y'know? A-ah.. saving you."

The pair was seated on the end of Enid's bed. This was by far the closest to color Wednesday had ever been in a long time. She swore on her beloved grave that those damn stuffed animals would ruin her perfect nightmares with their fluffy contains of joy and rainbows.

Enid lacked clothing, aside from a pair of pink sweats she'd managed to slip on— her knees covering her front and back facing Wednesday as the girl mended the deep gashes on her back. The wounds Tyler's claws had dug.

Upon hearing the blonde's words, Wednesday's hands faltered for a second. Her mind instantly thinking back to that moment in the dark woods.. Enid had wolfed out.. she'd saved her. She almost died.

It was all for her.

"I know, Enid."

Maybe her canine ears were deceiving her but.. was Wednesday Addams' voice a little softer?

Perhaps it was the bloodloss..?

"This is going to sting. Brace yourself."

Before the werewolf could do such a thing, proxcide sizzled deep into her flesh, cleansing her wounds and causing a burning sensation that hurt like hellfire.

Enid couldn't help but cry out a broken cry after trying and failing to hold her tongue.

Wednesday's face didn't falter at the sounds of pain, but her brow knitted out of reflex and before she could stop herself, her free hand went to the other girl's shoulder, creasing her bruised skin lightly to try and provide some comfort. Well, as much comfort as one could give.

"My apologies, I'll go slower next time."

The tone change? The touch on her skin? The damn apology that actually sounded sincere?

How much blood had she lost exactly? Because Enid was certain she was loosing her mind now, no question.

"Does there have to be a next time?" Enid all but pouted as blood was dabbed away, the bleeding had finally slowed down a little— it was a shock Enid hadn't passed out considering her history with blood.