Wenclair One-Shots

stay with me (that's all i want)

Summary:

After fighting Crackstone, Wednesday goes to find Enid.

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Wednesday, with blood trickling down her temple and in her moiety-conscious mind, is endeavouring to ambulate in a straight line without tumbling down. The forest is a dark and mute place that she's gradually getting disoriented in its shadows. There are no guiding lights but Wednesday is staunch. She knows where she needs to go.

To her roommate that is lying insensately on the ground.

Thing is ahead of bruised Wednesday and he scuttles to Enid, tapping vigorously on her forearm but she's not moving a single muscle fibre. The gothic girl goes down on her knees, scooting her friend more proximate to her body.

She optically discerns the girl is covered with different kinds of wounds; deep scars from possibly fighting the Hyde, light scratches that are almost virtually invisible to naked eyes especially in the dark, minuscule transfixed apertures from sticks and stones poking on her body, and the list is endless.

"Enid?" Her freezing palm makes a contact with the girl's cheek that is as arctic, tapping it impatiently. She inhales a sharp breath when the bloodied girl still doesn't open her eyes. "Enid. Wake up." The words emerge as more desperate than she intended.

Her pulse is nowhere to be found.

The more Wednesday looks at Enid, the more the latter looks dead. Her exanimate body lying in her arms...

Maybe Enid is...

No.

No, it can't be.

She places her hand on where the heart is located. The girl concentrates, trying to find the rhythm. It takes a while but the heart is still beating, very painfully slow and so impuissant.

Wednesday narrows her eyebrows when she hears tree branches around snapping, crunchy dead leaves getting stepped on, and a bunch of familiar faces suddenly appears, approaching the three of them.

The girl takes out the last dagger that's strapped to her ankle and shows it to them. "One more step and you're dead meat." Everyone ceases on their spots. No one dares to push the already irate Addams over the edge. Her vision is slowly getting blurry, feeling the double vision sneaking up on her; everyone is faceless and there's two of them each. She prehends on her dagger, adamant to protect Enid even when the students want to do no harm in the first place.

It's the first time Xavier sees his childhood friend is willing to risk everyone's lives for just one person. One person that has possibly died just a moment ago. He sees the way Wednesday's gaze softens when she gives one last look at the pink coat girl before carrying her in her arms.

She changed you. I'll have to thank her for that.

"Thing, lead the way." The severed hand begins moving and Wednesday silently follows him from behind, not caring in the slightest at how the students are staring at her every move and whispering. They're pitying her.

"Everyone, make a way!" It emanates from Bianca, surprisingly. Hearing her stern command, they hurry to clear a path for the hand and two girls. When Wednesday walks past the Nevermore's queen bee, she gives a short glance.

The Siren knows what it signifies, and she only gives a small smile in reciprocation.

I will only accept your 'thanks' once she's safe. Go.

Enid's eyes slowly flutter open when she hears the sound of plastics crumpling ringing in her ears. She steadily cranks her neck to the source and sees her friend, Yoko, placing a bouquet of flamboyant flowers into the vase next to her bed.