Evermore

Snoods and Secrets

Wednesday's POV

"Okay, where did you get this thing?" Enid said lightly, unable to keep the happiness in her voice down. "We left it there, like, a whole twenty-four hours ago! Don't you dare tell me you snuck off to that place to get this thing."

"I snuck off to that place to get this thing," said Wednesday faintly. She was going through an absolutely immeasurable amount of pain, but would not let herself admit it. Yet she jumped on this excuse; surely Enid would understand, as she had been the one to knit the snood. Wednesday did not really want to break it to Enid that she had snuck off to the woods again to do more exploring and put her life once more on the line for yet more obsessions with murder mysteries.

"WEDNESDAY, YOU-YOU-WHERE DID YOU GO AGAIN?!"

"I went to... to the Hyde's... to Tyler's den," said Wednesday, panting slightly. "For lack of a better term."

"ALL FOR A STUPID OLD SNOOD?!"

"Yes, Enid. Please stop yelling, it's giving me a headache and I am already dealing with enough pain. But I thought it would be all right with you, since you're the one who knitted the snood for me in the first place?"

"Sorry about the yelling," said Enid, "but still, Wednesday! It's a stupid snood, I could tell you barely liked it when I first gave it to you. It's not even your style, either, you like braids, I know. I just knitted it because I wanted to give you at least something to show I cared. Because Wednesday, I do care! I care so much! I need you really bad to not die here! It wasn't even a good gift, I'm planning to get you something better this year, but I really care about you, so please, please, I'm begging you-I'll do literally anything, I just need you to stop being reckless and trying to kill yourself! The snood didn't even matter!"

"It mattered to me," said Wednesday quietly. Enid froze; even Wednesday was taken aback, but she went on. "Enid, you're... you're not the only one who cares. I just needed to do some investigating there, on the... on the way to get the snood."

"Wednesday," said Enid, and now there were tears in her eyes spilling onto her cheeks. "You're dying. Feel your pulse. You're dying." Wednesday knew it, she had just not brought it up for fear of making Enid cry. She could feel the blood leaving her and knew it was only a matter of time. Enid removed the snood. "It'll make you start sweating," she explained quietly.

"Enid..." Wednesday said faintly.

"You've killed yourself," Enid said shakily. "I mean, the whole school knew it was going to happen eventually, but come on! You lived through last night, and none of us thought you would. I thought you were safe, I thought you'd live at least until the end of the week! Please tell me you at least found something useful."

"This." Wednesday held up a vial, in which a single hair was. "Snagged in the woods on my way back. Wasn't there when I was going, which means there was someone else out there. Probably the someone who killed Eugene. Plus also I might have had to run away from them and waste all my energy getting here."

"WEDNESDAY, YOU MARKED YOURSELF DEAD," Enid scolded.

"I have no inclination to die, Enid, and I shall therefore will this entire scene away," she said.

"Oh my god, Wednesday," said Enid, though she was smiling. "You are so stupid."

"And let it be remembered," Wednesday declared faintly, "that I survived at least a month with the most annoying, and I mean THE MOST ANNOYING, roommate/werewolf/living being in the entire world. SO ANNOYING."

"I know we're best friends and you care about me deep down," said Enid gently, grinning, putting a hand on Wednesday's forehead to keep her steady. "I love you too, Weds."