I'm In love with my teacher~Wenclair.

~Sixty~

Enid's POV:

Things aren't better.
Evelyn been slipping in and out of consciousness all morning, and it's breaking my heart. Every time she opens her eyes the first thing she says is how bad her throat and chest hurts.
Wednesday hasn't moved from the chair next to her since the first time she called for her at 6 this morning. It sad, depressing even. It kills me to think about how she must feel, and the fact that we can't do anything to help is even worse. 

"Mama?" Evie softly called out, causing me to turn and look at her. 

"Yes angel?" I replied, as I gently grabbed her limp laying hand. 

"Are you o-okay?" 

"Don't worry about me baby, just focus on getting some rest, Okay?"

"Where's Auntie Yoko?" This is another thing. She has been nonstop asking about where Yoko was... and Wednesday, nor I have the strength to tell her that she's gone. She loves Yoko, it's going to kill her to know she's never going to see her or Divina ever again. 

"She's going to see family, it's Christmas tomorrow." Wednesday quickly answered, while looking up at me. 

"D-did you put up the tree?" Evelyn questioned, as her blinks started to become longer and her eyelids started to droop. 

"No, we didn't want to do it without you." 

"C-can we go home?" 

"Not yet mi hija." Wednesday mumbled, as she pushed a piece of hair out of Evelyn's face.

"Why not?" She cried, as tears slipped down her cheeks. 

"You're n-not better yet, when you're able to eat and drink by yourself they said we can go home." I answered, holding back tears. 

"I can drink and eat, mommy, I promise." 

"Then when they come back in to check on you you'll have to show them, okay. But for now why don't you get some rest, I can tell your tired." 

"Okay mommy. I wove you," 

"We love you too honey," I mumbled, before leaning down to place a kiss on her head. 

"Goodnight Evie," Wednesday softly said, as she got up from her chair. "Come on," she murmured, as she grabbed my hand. 

"Where?" I asked, my voice slightly cracking. 
She didn't answer me, instead she turned around and wrapped her arms around me. I tried to speak, but instead all that came out was muffled sobs. 

"It's okay, let it out," she said, while sniffling. "I'm right here," 

"I just don't know what to do," I cried, "She's in so much pain, and nothings helping her." 

"I know," 

"And I know you think it's your fault, and that makes me even more upset. Because you did nothing wrong, we were just at the wrong place at the wrong time." 

"I don't think it's my fault Enid, I promise." She answered, "I just really wish we were there sooner, and you're right. We were at the wrong place, but we didn't know what was going to happen. We thought she was safe, she was safe. We just should've taken things with my stalker more seriously-"

"You mean Divina?" 

"What?" 

"Your stalker, Divina. We should've taken it more seriously, but I was too scared of making Yoko mad at me. I should've just told her, if I wouldn't have been so selfish then my best friend would still be alive, and my daughter wouldn't be in so much fucking pain that she can barely talk." 

"Enid look at me," she said, while softly pushing me away from her. "You are not selfish. What happened with Yoko is because she felt like a burden, she felt guilty for what happened. She was blaming herself. And now you're doing the same exact thing. You can not do that. Yoko felt like she had no one to live for, and I know that because I felt the same exact way when everything happened with you. The only difference in this situation is you have people to live for, You have Evelyn, you have your brothers, your dad... You have me, Enid. So please stop, Evelyn can't grow up with only one of us. I'm not going to let that happen. You need to pull it together, so we can tell her honestly what happened. And so us, together, can be there to help her get through this." all I could do was nod in response, she just pinpointed everything that's going through my head in just a few sentences. 
It also brought light to how she really feels, I never knew she thought I was going to...commit.
Is that what she was talking about last night?

"I'm sorry," I softly said, my head still going a thousand miles a minute.

"Quit saying sorry," she muttered, as she wiped the tears from my cheeks. 

"I-" 

"Shh,"