One Shots

Quarantined with a Dog - Wednesday x Enid

Summary: Enid unfortunately comes down with Covid after a careless Jericho citizen didn't bother to isolate themselves, so now she and Wednesday are locked in their dorm until further notice. How delightful.

Just Wednesday begrudgingly helping Enid through the worst of it. I have Covid currently while writing this, so please excuse the randomness of it all and possibly less refined writing. XD

3rd person POV

Can be read as platonic or romantic (though was written to be romantic)

Warning: There is descriptions of symptoms from Covid such as nausea, coughing, phlegm mucus etc. Nothing too detailed though. :)

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"I do not see the point in me being stuck in this germ infested room with a mutt who stupidly got sick when I myself test negative." Wednesday complains to Principal Weems, who is standing as far back out of the room as she can.

"While you may not be ill Miss Addams, you and Enid have still be in close quarters for too long for us to deem you completely free of the virus. You could still be carrying the infection and give it to other students. You will remain here until Enid is cleared." Weems explains, ignoring the deathly glare boring into her skull. "Meals will be delivered at usual times for you both."

Enid begins coughing rather violently in the background, prompting Weems to back up more and Wednesday's shoulders to tense. "I must bid you farewell for now. Play nice, Wednesday."

"No promises." Wednesday spits back, shutting the door before Weems even has the opportunity to give Enid a goodbye. "I can't believe you got yourself sick. If I didn't know you, I'd think this was a ploy just to spend your tedious 'girl time' with me."

"Good thing you know better-" Enid begins, choking on another cough. "And I didn't get sick on purpose!"

"Mmm, yes. That is too elaborate of a plan for you to have come up with it."

"Hey, you're supposed to be nice to sick people." Enid whines, sinking deeper into her mattress.

"I have never blindly followed social norms, I will not start now." Wednesday finds herself walking to her desk, typewriter at the ready. "If I am to be tortured by these four walls and your nauseating presence then I will do so whilst writing. Try not to disturb me."

Enid doesn't reply, instead curling her knees close to her chest and closing her eyes in an attempt to nap. Her entire body is aching and her usual bubbling energy is entirely drained. She feels as bad if not worse than the aftermath of her first transformation.

Everything is too much. Her side of the room is giving her a headache instead of the comfort she often finds in it. Wednesdays incessant typing isn't helping either, but she won't complain. She's the reason Wednesday's stuck in here, outside of her normal routine for at least a week if not more depending on Enid's recovery. The least she can do is endure the tip tap tip tap tip-

Wait, why has it stopped?

"Why are you crying?" Wednesday asks, apparently now hovering over Enid's bedside. Her dark shadow soothes Enid's eyes, causing her to turn toward her for comfort.

"Sorry, I didn't know I was." Enid admits, wiping the stray tears she was indeed shedding.

"You didn't noticed warm liquid running down your face?"

"...Well when you put it like that I sound dumb." Enid tries to giggle but her throat betrays her, scratching until she coughs. "I'm just finding everything a bit much. Don't worry about it."