A Curse and a Tail

Chapter 1: Woe What a Night

Enid's POV

I'm in nothing but a pink jacket, covered in blood and bruises. The fight with Tyler was worse than I expected, but my only priority is making sure Wednesday is okay. The minute I saw her walking up towards us, I ran up to her, my instinct taking over more than anything and I hugged her. She immediately stepped back and I let go. I understood I may have over stepped our rule of no physical touch but I needed her to know that I cared and that I was worried. She must have got the message because she pulled me back into a hug the moment I let go. I'm holding on to Wednesday, afraid to let her go again. The scent of typewriter ink and old books flooding my nose, calming me almost instantly, knowing she's still alive, but as she lets me go, I immediately start to feel the incredible amount of pain i'm in, the adrenaline and worry quickly fading. Wednesday must notice that the pain is starting to hit as she grabs me before my legs give out. My vision starts to fade and I can feel her quickly picking me up bridal style, but that's the last I remember.

Wednesday's POV

I stare at Enid in my arms while the students gasp slightly. I can still feel her breathing and know it must just be from the pain and blood.

I look up at the students, my emotions, voice, and posture stoic. "She's hurt. I'll take her back to the dorm. The rest of you get looked at then get some sleep." I say in my normal monotone, trying to keep from worrying everyone. I honestly do not know how bad Enid's wounds are, but I refuse to let her out of my sight. At least for tonight. I start the long trek back to our dorm, carrying a limp Enid in my arms. As soon as I make it to the dorm, I throw open the door, and quickly putting her on my bed. If I'm going to clean her up and bandage her, I'm certainly not doing it on her colorful bed. I try to make sure she stays as covered as possible as I grab the first aid kit, a damp wash cloth, and rubbing alcohol and start tending to her wounds. Thankfully, they aren't deep, but they will leave a nasty scar.

"You're a dumb wolf, you know that?" I mumble as I start cleaning and bandaging her arm and parts of her stomach. "Of all the dumb things you've done... This..." I stop myself. I hate to admit, and never will to anyone, but I did appreciate Enid's help. But risking her life to save mine, was not worth it. I roll her over and see her back is covered in claw marks, gashes, and bruises. Something in my chest tightens but I ignore it and take my time cleaning the mud and dirt out of her wounds before bandaging them. I refuse to look through her things but none of my clothes fit her but luckily she leaves clothes laying around and I took a very colorful sweater and a pair of sweatpants and put them on her, my hands and eyes burning at the amount of color I just touched.

I pick her up and place her in her colorful bed, but seeing as I refuse to touch anymore color, I grab one of my black blankets and place it over her. I leave a glass of water and medicine to help her pain next to her bed. I then move back to my side of the room and tend to my less, but more severe wounds than the colorful wolf's.

Once I finish up, I place everything back in it's correct spot and lay down on my bed. Except I cannot sleep. The events of this evening were...interesting, to say the least. But the one thing that is keeping me awake... Is the hug.

I very rarely let anyone touch me except family. I hate physical touch, but for some reason, when Enid hugged me, I could tell she needed it. But when she pulled away after I flinched from her touch, I saw her bloody, bruised, and tear covered face. I couldn't help but pull her back into a hug voluntarily. She helped saved my life and the lives of Nevermore students and professors. But I guess I wouldn't be surprised. Over the entire semester she has been close to me, physically at least. Her shoulders brushing mine, protecting her at the Gates' house, making sure she was behind me or out of the house first, and looking back to try and calm her.