weeee ( wenclair)

thank's yoko

Wednesdays POV:

"Wednesday??" I hear someone yell. I turn and see Yoko looking around frantically.

"Yoko?" She turns to face me before rushing over and wrapping her arms around me.

"Wednesday, what happened?"

"It's Enid... I think she fell down the stairs," I say, my voice trembling, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

She pulls away slightly, gripping my shoulders. "Hey, no. Don't cry. She'll be okay."

"But what if she's not? I can't lose her," I whisper, a few tears slipping down my cheeks.

Yoko stays with me in the waiting area, holding my hand, quietly comforting me as we wait.

A few hours later, a doctor walks out. "Wednesday Addams?"

I immediately stand, nerves twisted tightly in my chest. "Yes, that's me."

"Well, she wasn't in good shape," he begins. I look down, my mind spiralling with dark thoughts. What if she doesn't wake up? Would I ever feel whole again? Would the world just continue as if nothing happened?

"Miss Addams?"

"Sorry, yes?"

"The surgery went well. She should be okay, but... she's in a coma."

I exhale in relief, tears forming once more. "Thank you. Thank you so much, doctor. You have no idea how much that means to me."

"You can visit her in two days," he says gently before walking off.

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The ride back to school is tense. Too quiet. I sit beside Yoko, but something about her posture feels... off. She keeps glancing at her phone, fingers twitching.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods, a bit too fast. "Yeah. Just tired."

But my thoughts churn. I remember seeing one of her friends lurking near the stairwell earlier, slinking off when they noticed me watching. I'd brushed it off at the time. But now?

When we arrive, Yoko walks me to my dorm.

"Would you like me to stay?" she asks softly.

"Yes, please."

She nods and follows me inside. I walk to my bed, curl into a ball, and try to breathe. I feel Yoko slide in behind me, arms wrapping around my back. I turn and hug her, burying my face into her shoulder.

I miss Enid. 

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I open my eyes slowly. My vision is blurry, and I realize I'm lying on top of someone.

"Enid?" I whisper, lifting my head.

"It's me, Yoko," she says gently as my vision clears.

"We can see her the day after tomorrow. But Weems gave us the week off," she adds with a small smile, trying to cheer me up.

I let myself relax, sinking back against her chest as she strokes my hair. It helps. A little. But I don't forget the way her friend had been watching. The way Yoko won't meet my eyes now.

Hours pass, and eventually Yoko starts to get up.

"Don't go," I say, my voice soft and strained.

She pauses. "I'm just going to make some coffee. You want one?"

I shake my head, and she walks to the mini kitchen. A few minutes later she returns, climbing back into bed beside me. I instinctively curl back into her. Her presence is steady. Calming. I fall asleep.

When I wake up, Yoko is nudging me.

"Wednesday! Wednesday, come on."

I blink open my eyes to find Bianca, Ajax, Eugene, and Aurora all standing in front of me.

I groan. Yoko is still under me.

"No, Wednesday, come on. You can't just sit here all day," Yoko urges gently.

"Watch me," I mumble, rolling off her and burying my face in the pillow.

"Come on, just once. Then we'll leave you alone," Bianca insists.

I sigh and stand reluctantly. As soon as I'm up, Aurora throws her arms around me, followed by Bianca, Eugene, Ajax, and Yoko. Their comfort is overwhelming.

Bianca takes my hand and pulls me toward the door. We step outside, and immediately something feels wrong.

The air. The sky. The way the world spins without her in it.

Being outside without Enid, it hurts.

They drag me to the lake. I lie on the grass, eyes to the sky, letting memories of Enid flood me. Her laugh, her warmth, her bright eyes.

After an hour, we walk to the Weathervane. They talk, I sit there, barely hearing them.

By the time we return to the dorm, I feel like a shell. I walk to my desk and pull open the drawer. My old cigarettes. I used to smoke every day until Yoko made me stop. Said I was 'too addicted.'

I grab them and the lighter, heading to the balcony.

"Wednesday! Wednesday, no! Don't start this again," Yoko says, following me.

"Leave me alone, Yoko," I mutter, lighting one and taking a drag.

"Come on, Wends. You worked so hard to stop. Don't let this bring you back to it."

I ignore her.

She storms over, snatching the cigarette and tossing it off the balcony.

"Hey!" I snap.

"No, Wednesday! I'm not doing this again. You remember what happened last time?"

"Of course I remember! It happened to me!" I shout, arms raised in frustration. "If you don't want to deal with me, then leave."

"I'm not leaving you, Wednesday."

"Why? Why won't you leave, like everyone else?" My voice cracks, tears rising fast.

"Because I love you," Yoko says, stepping closer.

I freeze. "What?"

"I love you, Wednesday."

I search her face. Is it guilt I see there? Or something else?

"I... I can't," I say quietly, looking down.

She leans in to kiss me. Soft. Hesitant.

I don't kiss back. I'm too stunned. She pulls away, searching my eyes.

"Please, Wednesday?"

Do I feel the same? Or is this all just confusion and grief twisted into something unrecognisable?

Maybe... maybe I could love Yoko.

I nod slowly.

She kisses me again.

Later, we lie in bed. She smiles at me and leans in again. I close my eyes... and suddenly the touch changes.

I open them.

Enid.

My breath catches. I grab her face and laugh, pulling her into a hug. "I missed you," I whisper.

Then I blink, and it's Yoko.

My chest tightens.

I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

But even in dreams, it's her I reach for.