weeee ( wenclair)

wtf yoko

Enids POV:

I lie in the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, the white tiles blurring together as my thoughts spin. Wednesday is curled up beside me, her breath warm and even, but I can't relax. Not really. Something's wrong.

Yoko's face keeps flashing through my mind, familiar and blurry at the same time. There's something just out of reach, something I need to remember.

Flashback:
I'm walking toward the staircase. Yoko stands nearby, her expression unreadable. I smile and wave. She smiles back. I turn to go down the steps.
End flashback.

And that's it. That's all I can pull from the haze. But the unease in my stomach tells me there's more, something I haven't seen clearly yet. Something that scares me.

"You okay?" Wednesday's voice is soft, but it makes me flinch.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay," I say, even though I know I'm not. I force a smile. She offers me a small one in return.

"They said I get discharged in two days," I tell her, trying to focus on something good, something normal. But even saying it aloud doesn't settle the dread in my chest.

Wednesday nods, her eyes gentle. "That's great," she murmurs.

She stretches, stands up, and looks toward the door. "I'm gonna grab some food. Want anything?" 

I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.

She gives me a small nod before stepping out, and just like that, the room feels colder.

As soon as Wednesday is gone, I close my eyes and try to remember again.

Flashback:
Two of Yoko's friends are standing at the bottom of the stairs. Something feels wrong. I turn to go back, but Yoko is behind me.

"Excuse me," I say, trying to move past her.

Suddenly, I feel a push. The world tilts, and I fall.
End flashback.

My eyes snap open, and panic grips my chest. My breathing quickens. She pushed me. Yoko did this. And now she's still close to Wednesday. What if she tries something again?

The machines around me beep erratically. It's too loud. It's all too much.

Wednesday's POV:

I hear the alarms. My heart lurches.

Enid.

I drop everything and sprint toward her room. She's sitting upright, clutching her chest. Her eyes are wild, unfocused.

"Enid-hey, baby, come on, breathe. Look at me. Just look at me."

She won't meet my eyes.

"That's it, come on... come back to me."

Finally, she turns to me, eyes full of panic. I wrap my arms around her. Her breathing starts to slow.

"You're doing so good, baby. That's it. Just breathe."

She leans into me, shaking. Her cheeks are soaked with tears.

"Everything's going to be okay," I whisper. She nods, eyes fluttering shut.

Minutes pass. Her breath evens out.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask gently.

She shakes her head. "Maybe later," she whispers, her voice hoarse.

I nod and sit next to her, watching her drift to sleep. I don't know what happened, but it hurt her deeply.

An hour later