Let The Games Begin || Wednesday Addams

Honestly? Dying? Skill Issue

From the moment the doctors took Karina from her arms, Wednesday was in a daze. The world around her faded and muffled as she stood frozen, staring with tear stained cheeks as CPR was performed. She could see the doctors and nurses mouths moving, but nothing was registering for Wednesday. Then her mother stepped forward and began to talk, though Wednesday still couldn't hear as she stared at Karina's burned and bleeding body, back arching with each shock from the defibrillator. Her mother must've been explaining what happened. Wednesday didn't care. She didn't care about anything except for the pyro on the table.

She never thought it was possible to feel so utterly empty. But without Karina, Wednesday was but a hollow shell. The pyro hadn't just wormed her way into her heart, she had wormed her way into every fiber of Wednesday's being. Intertwining herself so tightly that without her Wednesday no longer knew how to function. She didn't know how to live alone anymore. Karina's love and touch had been so seared into her soul. Who was she without it? Did she even want to be anything?

Beep ... beep ... beep

The sound of the heart monitor brought Wednesday's mind back to reality. All the sounds came crashing back in like someone just turned the volume to max. Karina's steadily beeping heart monitor, the doctors and nurses talking, footsteps behind her as other people walked through the emergency room, shouting and cries of pain from other patients, the clanking of medical instruments, the squeaking of shoes, beds being rolled over the lines between the tiles, the clock ticking. Wednesday could hear everything and it was just too much.

She turned and ran out of the hospital as bile built in her throat. She reached the trash can outside and threw up. Vomiting was the absolute worse; the smell, the taste. But at least it was quiet outside. The only noise was the slight breeze and sway of the trees with the occasional car and people walking. Those noises she could live with. Everything earlier was just too much all at once. She needs some silence to get her mind and body to cool down.

She panted for air once all her stomach contents were in the trash. God, she really hated throwing up. She had her hands on the sides of the trash can as she leaned over it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At last everything was over. Vomiting and everything with Brian. Cloud rubbed her head against Wednesday's cheek as if to comfort her. It was an appreciated gesture.

Wednesday then opened her eyes and found a water bottle was being extended in front of her. Her eyes followed the arm it was attached to and she found herself looking at Enid. She grabbed the water from the werewolf and took a swig, swishing the water around in her mouth before spitting it into the trash can.

"Thanks," Wednesday whispered making Enid smile softly. She figured someone would come after her. It being Enid was the highest possibility.

The werewolf walked over to a nearby bench and patted the spot next to her. Wednesday slowly walked over to her and joined her, wondering what words of comfort Enid was going to offer her. But the werewolf didn't say anything. She simply leaned back and stared at the starry night sky. The two just sat in silence for a minute. And when a minute turned into five, and five turned into ten, Wednesday realized that Enid wasn't planning on saying anything. She was grateful for that. Enid knew she needed silence, but she also knew Wednesday didn't actually want to be alone right now. So that's how they stayed. Just sitting on a bench in silence for a while.

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The first day in the hospital was the worse, waiting for the results that would decide Karina's fate. They were running tests on her heart, trying to gauge the damage done to it. There was nothing they could do except wait. Wednesday was becoming increasingly frustrated with the ordeal.