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In Sickness and Health

Summary:

A very annoyed Wednesday ends up with a cold. Enid isn't sure whether it's disgusting, cute, or a mix of both.

Enid had woken up to a nightmare. Only, she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about. The only thing she was left with was a normal, crushing sense of failure. She sat up in bed and took a few deep breaths, taking a Squishmallow from her large and ever-expanding stuffed animal collection. She squeezed it to her chest, looking out the window. It was still dark out.

Enid laid her head back against her pillow, trying to smile. She looked around the room. Right. She didn't have to smile for anyone else. Wednesday was the only other person with her, and said girl was asleep. But she had to smile for herself. She closed her eyes, trying to fall back asleep. It was pointless, though, and she opened them again twenty minutes later, very much still awake.

Wednesday moved in her sleep, shifting from her back to her side. Enid looked over, furrowing her brow. She'd never seen the other girl move while asleep. She was usually deathly still the entire night. Or not in bed at all, too busy trying to sneak around and solve a mystery or something. Enid watched as she pulled the blankets tighter around herself, then settled down. Enid settled down as well, closing her eyes again in another futile effort to sleep.

She lay there until the sun began to rise four hours later, looking out the window at the pink and orange sky. Wednesday abruptly got out of bed from across the room, getting ready for her day. Enid took this as an invitation to talk,

"I had a bad dream last night. But I can't even remember what it was about."

"Not at all?" Wednesday asked, her voice still rough from sleep.

"Nope," Enid sat up in bed, then got out of it entirely, watching Wednesday briefly take her hair out of her braids to brush through it. "I have that test today."

"I went over everything with you, you will be fine," Wednesday said, her attention focused on a piece of paper that had been at her desk. Enid smiled. Wednesday had indeed gone over everything a few days before, the two girls having sat side-by-side at Wednesday's desk for hours. They'd brushed shoulders. It had made Enid surprisingly happy. Happier than usual, that was. Enid fiddled with the end of her sweater, the sinking feeling from the dream still in her stomach, "have you ever had a bad dream before?" Wednesday paused, then said,

"Sometimes I dream I'm a housewife."

"That's bad?" Enid asked, taking off the sweater she had slept in and putting another on. She was aware of Wednesday's eyes on her the entire time. She assumed the other girl was trying to find an ideal point to stab her, should the occasion ever arise. That was okay, if she was going to get stabbed by anyone she wanted it to be Wednesday.

"It is the expectation society has already set into place for us."

"Yeah, fair," Enid said, looking for the essay she had written the previous day. It was then that she heard what sounded distinctly like a kitten. She slowly turned around, "Willa. Are you hiding another black kitten?"

"No," Wednesday said.

"I heard the meow. It's okay, we can take in another -" she started, Wednesday turning away from her and sneezing into her arm. And she sounded like a kitten. "-Oh. Oh. Oh my god."

"Don't you dare comment, I have been hand-raising tarantulas," she actually had, Enid would never try and dig through her roommates' desk again, "they've been responding well to basic commands. Such as bite, attack, and maul."

"I think those are all the same thing," Enid said, continuing to get ready, pausing as she heard the kitten-sneeze again, "you do sound kind of stuffed up."