Goth Meets Glam

Chapter 2

There was another loud rustle and Bianca unknowingly tightened her grip on Wednesday protectively. The girl buried her head into the siren's shoulder, too weak to even care about her avoidance of physical touch. Bianca could feel her heart beat quicker. She didn't even realise that Wednesday was so close. She could smell the scent of her, of what seemed to be a mix of old books and candle wax. That smell would always be imprinted in Bianca's mind. 

Suddenly, she saw a small thing wiggling its way out of the rose bush. "Thing?" Bianca exclaimed, the decapitated hand moves around and tries to sign a bunch of things that Bianca could not read for the life of her. 

Then, Wednesday heard another loud rustle coming from the bushes and twigs snapping. "Sinclair." Bianca said, sounding less surprised. 

"Wednesday!" Enid hurried forward to look at Wednesday which caused her to snap her eyes open. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" She assesses Wednesday's blood stain which had spread to the entirety of her white shirt. 

Wednesday made a barely audible grunt and rested her head back of Bianca's shoulder which made her tense up. 

"We're going to get you help, alright? And you're going to be fine," Enid said, looking as if she was trying to reassure herself rather than Wednesday. "Do you need me to carry her for you?" Enid asked Bianca, finally acknowledging her.

Bianca shook her head, "Lead the way to the others. Someone must be able to help." 

Enid nodded dutifully and walked quickly in front of the two with Thing following closely behind. Before long, they saw the large group of people. "Hey! Over here! We found her!" She waved her hand to attract attention.

There was a large group of paramedics and a few ambulances helping some of the injured. Half a dozen of them rushed towards them with first-aid bags. 

"How long has she been bleeding for?" One of them questioned Enid and Bianca while some took Wednesday from Bianca's arms and put her on a stretcher, asked her some questions to see if she was still responsive, unbuttoned her shirt, applied pressure onto the deep stab wound, and used a tourniquet before transferring her to an ambulance.

"Uh, about five to ten minutes," Bianca answered, "Is she going to be alright?" 

"We are doing everything we can right now. We won't know until we do a further assessment of her injuries at the hospital." He told them.

"Can we go with her?" Enid looked over the paramedic's shoulder to see Wednesday being taken onto an ambulance. 

The paramedic thought about it and nodded, "We will probably need to get you taken care of as well as those scratches on your face looks quite deep, we don't want an infection. And you," he turned to Bianca, "The back of your head is still bleeding,"

She touched the back of her head and felt something wet, and saw the blood on her hands, remembering her fall when Crackstone struck her, "Oh."

"Come on," the medic showed them to the ambulance where Wednesday was laying on a stretcher and being hooked up to an IV and a monitor checking her vitals. Two other medics tended to each of them and bandaged them up as the ambulance started to go to the hospital. They were both staring at  the dark-haired girl they had grown to care for over the period of a school semester for the whole trip. Thing had stayed hidden in Enid's pocket, occasionally peeking out to see what was going on. 

Finally, they arrived and the first responders unloaded Wednesday and rushed her into the hospital, giving information about her injuries to the hospital staff. Enid went away to call Gomez and Morticia to tell them that Wednesday was in the hospital which left Bianca alone as she stared at Wednesday being carried into the operating room. She found the waiting area and took a seat, not bothering to take out her phone because she knew nothing could stop her from thinking about the dark-haired girl being operated on right now.

Not long after, Enid came back and sat heavily onto the armchair situated next to Bianca's. They sat in complete silence as they stared at the "Operation in Process" sign while Thing tapped on the armrest of the chair as every second passed. Two hours later, Morticia and Gomez Addams, who were wearing very panicked expressions, rushed into the hospital, asking the staff where their daughter was. Bianca and Enid went over to them, and explained to them that she was still undergoing surgery. 

The two parents nodded and waited anxiously outside of the surgery room. After twenty minutes, Wednesday was wheeled out, unconscious, with her parents following her to her hospital room. Enid and Thing got up to go as well and Bianca followed.

As they entered, they heard the doctor telling Gomez about Wednesday's condition- and most importantly, that she was going to be fine. Mortica was at Wednesdays bedside, stroking her hand. 

In the course of the next several days, Wednesday began to get up more often and Bianca was visiting daily. Enid couldn't go to see her since her mom made her go back to San Francisco with her older brothers after learning of what happened at school. Bianca had never been so happy her mother didn't care about her. Eugene and Xavier stopped by once or twice to chat with the raven and wish her a speedy recovery but Bianca was there more than Wednesday's own parents were. Though it was Wednesday that told them not to come so much.

On the days that Wednesday wasn't asleep, Bianca and Wednesday would talk. Usually about nothing in particular. However, everyday, when the siren woke up, her first thought would be to go to the hospital to look in on her. She didn't know why she was so excited to talk to the goth. She hated talking about other people's personal lives with them but somehow, it felt different with Wednesday. Every time she shared something mildly personal, Bianca would make a mental note of it and pay attention to every word that came out of Wednesday's mouth. 

On one particular day, Bianca brought some dark chocolate with her to the hospital. 

"Thanks," Wednesday said to her as she took it and broke a bit of it off, "How did you know I liked dark chocolate?" 

"Figured," Bianca replied with a shrug, not wanting to tell her that she mentioned it a couple of days ago and she remembered. 

"You know you don't have to keep coming here every day, right?" Wednesday asked, putting the piece of chocolate in her mouth.

Bianca fidgeted nervously with the hem of her shirt subtly. When had she even felt this kind of embarrassment before, she would never know. "Do you not want me here?" She retorted, raising an eyebrow at Wednesday as if her heart wasn't beating five times as fast as normal. 

Wednesday thought about it for a second, "Your presence is... tolerable. Is there a particular reason you felt compelled to visit someone you barely know?" 

"The semester ended. I don't exactly have anything to do," she answered, not giving the entire truth. 

"I see," Wednesday regarded her with a stare. 

Bianca felt like she was staring into her soul. When she did that, she always felt her face burning up. She didn't like being so vulnerable to her feelings. "Is there anything I can get you? Water, perhaps?" She was desperate to get out of the room for a few minutes to school her features. 

"Thing already got it," Thing wiggled his fingers as his means of say "hey". Bianca waved back. She nodded, 

"The weather's nice today," she commented, changing the subject to something more comfortable.

"If you mean overly bright and warm, then yes, it is nice." Wednesday responded, "Thank you, by the way," 

"For what?" Bianca had never heard Wednesday say thank you to anyone except for sarcastic purposes.

"For saving me that night," Wednesday said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"I pretty sure even if I didn't, you would've still been fine. You're Wednesday Addams," Bianca didn't know why she said that.

"I'm glad to see how highly you think of me but I'm certain you have a big part in me still being here in this cruel, cruel world."

"Well, you're welcome. I guess," Bianca told her with a small smile.