You are my moon (wenclair)

Chapter 21

OH SHIT SORRY YALL I FORGOT TO POST I THOUGHT IT WAS TUESDAY TODAY

Enid ran over to Wednesday's side, instantly forgetting her family were there. All she cared about right now was that Wednesday was somehow inexplicably alive.

Carefully, as if Wednesday was made of glass, Enid touched Wednesday's shoulder. Just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating this.

"Wednesday?" she breathed out, shaking with adrenaline and shock. If this turned out to be all fake, Enid didn't think she could handle losing Wednesday a second time.

Wednesday met Enid's eyes, her own black eyes muddled and confused. "I'm....I'm fine. But I think I have to see a doctor."

"Yes, let's go see a doctor, right away," Enid said, carefully scooping Wednesday up into a bridal carry, mindful of her injury. She didn't want to waste a single moment. Thing flashed a thumbs up and pattered after Enid as she marched right towards the car. Enid's family watched, silent for once.

They got to Wednesday's car and Enid gently placed her in the back seat. Enid had barely gotten herself in when Thing reversed the car out with a squeal of tires. "Thing, step on it!" Enid said but she didn't need to. He knew all too well that they couldn't squander this second chance they'd gotten.

"Do you need a normie doctor?" Enid asked.

"No. I'll need an Addams doctor. They'll know what to do," Wednesday said, wincing in pain. Speaking caused her agony.

"Where can we find one?"

"Don't worry, Thing knows. You might want to buckle in," Wednesday said. That was the only warning Enid received as Thing flipped open a secret compartment on the car's dashboard containing a singular black button. He slammed it down with his fist and Enid swore the car entered a warp phase. She was pushed back into her seat as the car began to self drive itself at speeds that couldn't even be captured on the speedometer. The arrow went crazy as the car went faster and faster. The surroundings outside of the car blurred into lines outside the car windows.

"What's happening?" Enid asked, gripping the edge of the car seat with a white knuckled grip.

"Each Addams car has emergency services in case some injury befalls us," Wednesday replied calmly. Why was only Enid freaking out this entire time?

Eventually the car began to slow down and then came to a halting stop in front of a questionable looking building. There was steam coming from under the hood, and it smelled like burnt tires. Gingerly, Enid took Wednesday out of the car.

The Addams doctor resided in a dark dilapidated manor that looked like it was about to fall apart at the lightest breeze.

Splatters of blood covered the front porch and the front door had an eyeball on the knocker.

"Are you sure this isn't some slasher's house?" Enid whispered to Wednesday who requested Enid set her down. "You're hurt you shouldn't be standing."

"I need to show eyeD," Wednesday said. Enid set Wednesday down but kept a hand on the small of her back in case Wednesday needed the support. Wednesday looked into the eye on the door with her left eye. The eye blinked and the door opened up. Enid allowed Wednesday to lean against her as they walked in.

The inside of the house was cluttered with old furniture, thick dusty rugs and too many chandeliers in the entrance hall. Seriously, there were ten of them and yet the place was still dim. It was all in black, with a rickety staircase leading up to the top.

There was a receptionist desk at the side. Enid rang the bell impatiently. "We need assistance, please hurry!" she cried out to the empty space.

A shrunken head jumped out from behind the desk and landed by the bell. "Yes, yes I hurd you gurl," the head said, looking irritated at Enid despite not having eyes, speaking despite it's mouth being sewn shut. If Enid hadn't been so worried about Wednesday she would have shrieked and passed out.