Wenclair/Romance & Mystery

poor Enid

Wednesday's POV

Enid passed out right after our conversation, which wasn't surprising considering the day she's had and the injuries she's endured. This makes now the ideal time to confront Xavier and put my plan into motion.

After locating him slumped in one of the waiting room chairs, I gesture for him to follow me into the hallway.

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Enid's POV

Huh? What's going on? Oh I must've dozed off... wait. Where's Wens?

I glance around the room, my heart starting to race. The IV thingy protests as I unplug it from my arm—hopefully that wasn't important—and stumble out into the hallway to search for her.

Please tell me she didn't go after Xavier alone. She wouldn't do that... right? Ugh she totally would.

I make my way down the corridor, leaning against the wall for balance. Then, I stop in my tracks and duck behind a cleaning cart when I hear voices nearby.

"Clearly, Enid is suffering some psychological issues from the trauma," Wednesday says. W-what?

"I agree, poor Enid," Xavier responds, his tone dripping with false sincerity. "I'm just glad you trust me enough to know I had no part in this. Thank you, Wednesday."

"It has nothing to do with trust," she replies coldly, "but the facts are that you were with us the entire time. Meaning Enid must be mistaken."

B-but she said she believed me...

I press a hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. Tears are already falling down my cheeks. I turn and bolt back the way I came, I think I accidentally knocked something off the cart but I can't bring myself to care.

Xavier's POV

When Wednesday asked to speak with me privately, I thought this was it—the moment she'd confront me. Mother told me exactly what to say if this happened, so I kept calm and followed her into the hallway.

She sighs, and her words hit me "Enid told me you did this to her."

This is it. Just stick to the plan, Xavier.

"Clearly, Enid is suffering some psychological issues from the trauma," she continues, her tone steady and detached.

Wait. What?

Huh. I guess there's no need to convince her after all. See mother, you underestimated me again—Wednesday does trust me. She loves me.

I give her a comforting smile and reply, "I agree. Poor Enid. I'm just glad you trust me enough to know I had no part in this. Thank you, Wednesday."

Her gaze sharpens. "It has nothing to do with trust," she says, her voice chilling, "but the facts are that you were with us the entire time. Meaning Enid must be mistaken."

I clench my fists. No, this isn't about facts—she does trust me. She just won't admit it yet.

Suddenly, there's a loud clatter.

"What was that?" I ask, trying not to sound too alarmed.

Wednesday's POV

The sound of something hitting the floor pulls my attention down the hallway. A blur of movement catches my eye—someone running away.

Enid must've woken up sooner than anticipated.

No matter. I factored this possibility into the plan. Everything will still proceed as expected.