Wenclair One-Shots

Scars

Summary:

"Will you help me?"

Enid raised an eyebrow at the strange request, but nodded. She didn't even care what the request was, but she would do it no matter what, as it was Wednesday asking.

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Cmon, just a little higher... Wednesday thought as she tried to grab the box of paper off a shelf.

A jolt of pain shot through her shoulder, causing her to wince and recoil.

Enid, with her werewolf affected hearing, obviously heard the wince.

"Wednesday? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she responded sharply through gritted teeth.

Her right hand had made its way to the wound, applying soft pressure.

She felt the fabric dampen.

Pulling her hand away, there was red covering her fingertips.

She groaned, turning to Enid.

"Will you help me?"

Enid raised an eyebrow at the strange request, but nodded. She didn't even care what the request was, but she would do it no matter what, as it was Wednesday asking.

"Thank you."

The raven walked over to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a first aid kit in her hands.

"Wha-what do you want me to... do?" Enid asked, stuttering. She was extremely concerned now.

"Remember how I took that arrow for Xavier?"

"No??"

"Hmm. Well, I did. Anyways, it never fully healed-"

"I wonder why." Enid knew why, of course. Wednesday had very little sense of self preservation, so it was obvious that she wouldn't have changed out the bandages.

"Shh. But because of that, if it gets moved too much, the scar will break open and it will become an open wound again."

The werewolf nodded, accepting the kit.

She looked away as the Addams daughter slipped off her jacket and shirt, revealing a black sports bra, and a bleeding wound.

She stifled a gasp. It was worse than Wednesday had let on. Very clearly infected, inflamed, and open.

"Wednesday..."

She didn't make a sound, sitting on Enid's bed in front of her, looking out to the side to avoid eye contact.

"Please, just... get it over with."

She nodded, taking out antiseptic and dabbing the wound clean.

"Wendy, you have to start taking care of yourself better. This can't happen again. It's not good for you. Your body going through this much... Imagine how much worse this could have been, especially if it was a deeper wound. Wednesday, you could have died that day..." her vision went blurry as her eyes filled with tears as she continued cleaning the girl's shoulder.

Despite herself, the dark eyed girl leaned forward, resting her forehead against the colorful girl's shoulder.

"Wens... I need to finish this."