Wednesday Addams Oneshots

Special Delivery Part 2

Requested by everyone who read the first part. 

Help by everyone who had sent in ideas. (I'm sorry for not being able to tag everybody but thank you so much for your ideas.)

Warning: If your idea is in here but isn't quite exactly how you wanted it to go, then please keep in mind this is a story I had managed to make based on numerous ideas. 

Disclaimer: Acts of violence. Implied S.A. Blood. Hate crime toward Y/n for her species. Acts of torture. 

If any of this puts you off or makes you feel uncomfortable DO NOT read it. I am not forcing you to and nobody else is. 

You were a known unpaid medic among the school of Nevermore. This was a fact you knew, but never in your life had you seen a singular person get into so many accidents in such a short amount of time. 

You had only known the young Addams for around 2 months now. Yet somehow, she had gone from getting you to assess her beloved loyal servant on what skincare to do, to coming to you with the most heinous injuries you had ever seen in your life. 

Short Compilation of Wednesday coming to you about her issues

 One Week After helping Thing

"Y/n? Are you free?" You heard her voice come from behind you, not even bothering to knock as you had quickly realised, she wasn't a knocker. 

"Yeah, just give me a minute to finish this," you mutter more to yourself than her as you busy patching up a minor cut on one of the stray cats that frequently roamed around the school. 

"Take your time, no rush." She spoke calmly, which gave you a false sense of security. When you finished you turned around in your chair only to see the Raveonette holding her left hand in her right, a white cloth over the top drenched in fresh blood. 

"I- Oh my god!" You exclaim in panic as you bolt off your chair, clumsily grabbing bandages from the little medical drawers you had prepared on your desk as you rush over to her to help her out immediately. "What did you do?" You ask her as you take off the red stained fabric, only to see her finger cut deeply with what seems to be some sort of knife or perhaps a sharp pointed item. 

"I was trying to fix my typewriter as Enid had knocked it off my desk this morning by getting scared of a spider on her side of the dorm, so I was trying to screw everything back into place when the screwdriver slipped and cut me through." Her explanation was thorough, blunt, and scarily relaxed enough like this was just another day for her. 

"Why didn't you come to me sooner?" You scold as you take her left hand in yours, already dabbing it with antiseptic and gauze as you take a look at the cut. You could use a small droplet of your tears but would still need to bandage it up to let it heal naturally as you were running low on tears currently, and you'd prefer to refill it in private as you didn't want to start bawling your eyes out suddenly. 

So, you use your necklace with the vial to sprinkle a droplet onto her thumb as you wrap the rest of it up in a bandage. Your eyes look up to only see Wednesday's gaze locked on your face and not what was currently happening with her hand, which got you a little flustered, so you cleared your throat and let go of her hand after tying the knot in the white wrap. 

"Just... be careful next time, okay? You could've lost your thumb," you warned her, only to have her nod in compliance, no real words spoken of consciousness towards her actions. 

The Next Week

"Y/n? I require your assistance," a mellow voice spoke from behind you just as you were away to unlock the door to your dorm, making you nearly jump right into the wood from how startled you felt as your feathers spoofed up in defence.