I'll always love you no matter what

21. pain

It had been a couple of weeks since she had gotten the scan results back and she was back to her usual treatment. Though they had said this cycle would be slightly better than the first she could hardly recognize who she was. She knew that she was far from her usual self. And what hurt her most was that people didn't think she was a threat anymore. With her thin weak frame, pale cheeks, terrible posture, barely being able to lift her feet off the ground sometimes, and the feeding tube still attached with tape to her cheek, all these things made it look like she was the only animal alive in a species that needed saving right away. She got smiles and mournful stares from strangers wherever she went. So she stopped going outside. All this fits very badly with her image.

She still hadn't seen her reflection in the mirror since she got the feeding tube in. And she knew that she didn't want to look at herself anyway. She couldn't seem to see herself the same way she used to when she was physically well. Now she couldn't even pick up a fight with Pugsley. Even he hesitated to touch her because he was afraid he would accidentally hurt her in some way. Torturous chemo days came here and there but the one that almost convinced her to end it right there and that was the bone pain.

In addition she also started to begin to feel more and more tired after every one of her treatments. She was getting so tired that she could barely stay up until eight pm. She would wake up from her deep sleep thirteen hours later if she didn't have treatment that day. And what was a lot more frustrating was that her grip strength was deteriorating. She couldn't even open up her water bottle cap anymore so she would then have to pass it over absolutely humiliated to the person closest to her. Even thing could open up the water bottle cap better than her with only one hand.

She was trying to get out of her bed a bit later in the afternoon, but couldn't. Her legs felt like they were filled with something sharp. Even when she stayed lying down the pain still wouldn't go away. She had finally had enough. She couldn't keep it in anymore. Tears of frustration and exhaustion slowly fell out of her eyes. She knew for a fact that this was one of the most stupidest things she could cry about.

"Wednesday are you alright?" Pugsley asked when he had walked by the open door leading to her room noticing tears running down her cheeks.

Something in her body didn't let her speak. It just made more tears pour out of her eyes. What was going on with her?

The pain in her legs became unbearable. Why won't it go away!?

"Wednesday, hun I need you to calm down so you can tell me what's wrong" her mom said while sitting next to her on the bed

She tried to calm herself but she couldn't. She couldn't stop crying. Was this really only about the pain in her leg?

Her mom slowly started to rub her back which for some reason calmed her down enough that she was able to stop her crying.

"What's wrong, hun?" Her mom asked softly while gently rubbing her back

"My legs hurt" was all she could mutter through her tears.

But her mom seemed to understand this wasn't just about the pain in her legs that she couldn't seem to stop, it was everything else.

"I can tell do you want me to get you some medication for it?" her mom asked obviously knowing the answer.

Her head rested against the headboard as she nodded slowly

Morticia got up and walked out to the door way to call down the hallway "Gomez!" She yelled. He soon appeared with a frown settling upon his face when he noticed Wednesday's tear-filled cheeks and eyes.

"What do you need?" Gomez asked her

"Could you get to the store quickly to buy some ibuprofen please?"

"Of course! I'll be back in a few" he agreed leaving the room

Wednesday slowly brought her legs up to her chest.

"Your father will be back soon don't worry hun" she said walking over to sit down next to her "You have every right to be upset about this"

Wednesday lowered her head as her chin began to tremble. Her shoulders were hunched over as she took a sharp breath. Her facial expression turned into a sorrowful expression, and she took one more shaky breath before a sob escaped her throat.

"I don't want to be sick anymore!" Wednesday cried. "I want everything to be back the way it used to be when I wasn't sick."

She felt her heart break right at this moment, but she knew no words could stop her baby from hurting. The only thing she could do was gently wrap her arms around her and slowly rock her letting her let out her frustration.

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After she had gotten the medicine her leg was starting to feel a bit better than it was before. She felt terrible for sharing how she was feeling with her mother knowing how much pain she had already put her in. The second Pugsley saw her crying she knew she was done for. She just couldn't keep it all in anymore. She missed going to school. She missed her friends. She longed to see Enid most of all.

With Enid, it was easy for her to relax and let down the walls that had been protecting her. It was always her desire to be around Enid. With Enid, she felt like she could be herself; she always pretended that she was annoyed by her bright colors, but she enjoyed being different from her. When she looked into her eyes, she always felt like she could get lost in them...why was she all of a sudden thinking of Enid? Great the medicine she had taken is now making her go crazy sooner or later she's liable to start helusinating.

She looked around her room. It wasn't even dark out yet but she could already feel her eyes drooping. She looked over at her phone checking to see if she had gotten a text from anyone. She hadn't been able to use it since all she does all day is eat and sleep. No texts. Not even one from Enid. Had she already gotten tired of her? No. She spoke to me yesterday. Should I call her? Just to make sure she's doing alright? She'll call her tomorrow.

She turned her phone off putting it aside. She looked at the spot on the ceiling that she stares at almost every day to stop herself from throwing up in. She felt her eyelids start to close. She soon fell into an intoxicating sleep.

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I hope yall enjoy I know this one's shitty as well but if it makes yall feel better wenclair will start happening hopefully in the next chapter or the one after that.