Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ & Tʏʟᴇʀ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Hʏᴅᴇ ᴏʀ Nᴏᴛ★1

Wednesday knew it was reckless, stupid even. But she couldn't help it. She wanted answers. She needed them. To save Enid, that's what she said herself, but deep down, she wasn't fooling anyone.

Larissa's words rung in her head like a broken record.

You have feelings for him.

I hate him, that's what she'd said. But the betrayal of her heart reminded her of the opposite.

Feelings were too strong of a word. Also the correct one she'd use when it came to a certain Hyde.

So, once again, Wednesday Addams did what she did best. Welcomed trouble on a silver platter.

Finding Tyler wasn't difficult. He was shot and barely scraping by from being without his master. He was weak and the stench of blood led Wednesday directly to the sewer where she found the boy half conscious.

The sight tugged at her chest, pulling at strings she'd tied hard long ago.

The moment he heard footsteps, Tyler jolted up, breathing ragged and face pale as a ghost, sheen line of sweat glistening across his skin.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed, staggering up on his feet, ready to shift if needed.

"Funny. You threatened to kill me and Enid tonight and here you are, barely alive yourself." Her tongue clicked.

Tyler's hand shook as it gripped against the barrier next to him. Feet unsteady.

"Don't understimate me. I can overpower you and your little furry friend even in this condition."

Wednesday's lips curved up sideways, but even she couldn't hide the falter of her smile when Tyler swayed, blood seeping through the nurse's uniform he still had on.

"Come with me. Those," She pointed to the wounds on his abdomen, "needs to get checked."

An unreadable emotion flickered over Tyler's expression. Some sort of confusion, amusement, or maybe anxiety. It passed as soon as it appeared.

Without waiting for his response, Wednesday tugged at his wrist. The cold skin biting against her own cold palm.

"Why?" Tyler's voice cracked just enough for the girl to catch on. "Why are you doing this? I tried to kill you."

"You didn't." Was her only sharp reply, curt and left no room for argument.

Tyler let her drag him to the awaiting car and he sagged against the seat, clutching his stomach as the fight drained out of him, breaths turning shallower.

Wednesday only once glanced at him, nothing could be seen in her dead eyes but her hands tightened on the steering wheel a fraction.

She guided him to her dorm room. Enid was supposed to spend the night out with her pack and the room was empty. Wednesday made Tyler lie down on her bed. The moment his head hit the pillow, every ounce of strength and defense slipped past his fingers as he let darkness pull him under.

For some reason, he still trusted this black hearted raven to take care of him, even if he'd hurt her multiple times.

Wednesday's gaze would often flick up to the serene face while cleaning up the wounds. She'd skillfully pulled out the bullets and stiched up the wounds, silently thankful Tyler had passed out otherwise it would've hurt like hell.

She knew she was being too much, even for someone like herself. But she couldn't help it, not when Tyler needed her more than ever.

If Tyler wanted, he could've shred her to pieces. She was right there, taking him face on, unmoving and firm, staring him right in the eye, somehow in that horrendous brief second, her heart gave a jolt of impossible trust. She just knew in her bones that Tyler would never actually kill her. Whatever they had, no matter how complicated or toxic, there had been something real too, something meaningful, a pull they both felt. For the sake of that, she trusted him in that moment.

Tyler had fought his Hyde, it was evident in his eyes. The fight had ended up in her being thrown out of the windows of the second floor but she was here now, alive and the relief Tyler bore was clear too when she'd caught him passing by her room a couple times at the hospital.

Back to the task at hand, she thoroughly cleaned him up and threw away the torn and blood soaked uniform, letting Tyler stay shirtless for the night, the wounds needed time to heal. He was a Hyde, he should have fast healing powers.

Wednesday carefully tucked the blanket up to his torso and put a cool washcloth on his forehead, then crossed her legs and glued herself to the floor next to her bed. Eyes never leaving the boy's face. The soft rise and fall of his chest, his steady breathing resounded within the empty room. The only sound present.

When the dawn crawled over the horizon, and first light of the day spilled in through the window, Tyler stirred.

Wednesday was still sitting there when he awoke, startling a little at the sight of her sitting frozen on spot. He attempted to sit up only for Wednesday to put a hand over his chest, gently lowering him back on the bed.

"Take it easy. The stiches would tear off." She said calmly, voice lacking any emotion as usual. "Your fever's broken but the bullet wounds are still raw."

Tyler gulped, mouth dry. He couldn't believe it. This girl, his arch-enemy, the one he deceived, the one that made his heart beat once, the one he'd threatened, attacked and wanted to finish off, had brought him to her room, tended to his wounds and now was looking at him as if he was someone worthy.

"Wednesday." The name felt strange and foreign on his tongue, but still the same, tamed with longing.

Wednesday kept her face neutral despite the lurch her heart gave, gaze boring and calm.

"D-Don't do this."

"Do what?" She raised a brow, challenging.

Tyler put a hand over his wound, an instinctive way to guard his weakness, tears clinging to his lashes.

"Don't pity me. I-I don't deserve this."

This time when Wednesday spoke, her voice didn't harbour the coldness from earlier, instead it came out soft, almost comforting:

"It's not pity. I- it's honestly absurd and is making me want to hang myself on the gallows but I do care about you, Tyler. Hyde or not."

To be continued...

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