Wild ||Edward Nygma|| [2]

Chapter Sixteen || Betrayal

"Of course I loved him," she says, "you don't give people you don't love the power to destroy you."

- S.Z. || Excerpt from a book I'll never write #122

Charlotte was standing in a greenhouse with lots of different plants around her. If she wasn't stuck in a makeshift wheelchair, she would have already explored the whole place. She could walk around already, but if she did it for a long period of time, the pain would come back. Thankfully, Ivy had some sort of drink made of plants that helped with the pain. Actually, she had medicine made of plants for almost everything. Charlotte and Oswald's bullet wound had healed quickly thanks to her.

Ivy walked into the greenhouse, pushing Oswald in another makeshift wheelchair. He looked around the room and didn't seem impressed in the slightest. Ivy pushed the wheelchair with an excited look on her face until Oswald was beside Charlotte.

"Ta-da!" Oswald made a face at her excitement. "Pretty cool, huh? I told you the whole estate was abandoned can you believe it?"

"As a matter of fact, I can," Oswald remarked moodily.

"I think it's lovely," Charlotte told her and Ivy beamed with the compliment causing Oswald to huff and roll his eyes at both of them.

"You know, the fresh air will do you good," Ivy told.

"It smells like rotting death in here," Oswald retorted.

To Charlotte, it didn't smell that bad and she excused Oswald's bad humor on account of the things that happened to them. It was understandable, but of course, Ivy didn't have to pay for it.

The redhead, however, didn't seem to be bothered by his insults and continued smiling. "Oh, I think someone's hungry". She proceeded to grab Oswald and he jumped in his chair, trying to get her as far away from him as possible.

"Stop it!" Oswald commanded. He pushed her away and stood up from the wheelchair, almost losing his balance as he did so. "I told you I am fine! I am a grown man, for crying out loud!"