Don’t make this weird

“Ouch!” Enid slipped on the muddy ground as she, Wednesday and Thing headed back to their dorms. She had sling an arm on the ravenette’s shoulder in a weak attempt to walk without falling.

“Sorry!” added the werewolf quickly, while readjusting her blood-covered coat, but Wednesday just gave her a stoic look.

It was a night full of events to say the least. Crackstone was resurrected and defeated, Tyler had revealed his monstrous identity and lost a fight to Enid, Principle Weems died and the whole school had been in danger. Yes, totally a night full of events. And a tiresome one too, thought Enid as she felt her body weaken with every step she took.

Wednesday supported her all the way back to the infirmary. Her movements were careful, gentle even, much to the werewolf’s surprise.

“Sorry, we’re full.” apologized an anxious nurse as she hastily treated the wounds of a Nevermore student. “Maybe you could wait…” she mentally calculated “forty minutes and I’ll take care of you, okay?”

Wednesday stiffened. “We don’t have forty minutes. Is not one nurse available in this disappointing and microscopic infirmary?”

“Sorry, dear  I-” the nurse was interrupted by a nearby scream. “Oh, god!” she rushed to the direction of noise leaving them alone.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Well, this is getting nowhere. Thing-” she addressed the disembodied hand “would you be able to stay here and help these unqualified nurses, while I take care of Enid upstairs?”

The hand on the ground signed OK. Then it tapped quickly its fingers on the floor.

“Don’t worry, Thing.” answered the ravenette. “All the 87 necrotomies I’ve executed will find an excellent use now.”

At that statement, Enid’s worried eyes glanced at Wednesday.

“Don’t distress, Enid.” the latter reassured her in her monotonous voice. “Knowing your displeasure of pain, I’ll be as gently as possible.” she slowly put the blonde’s arm on her shoulder and said goodbye to Thing. After it waved back its reassuring response the two girls limped back their way to their room.

Wednesday shoved the door open and, once inside, she instructed the werewolf to wait there. She disappeared in the bathroom and Enid leaned on the shorter girl’s chair so as not to fall down from fatigue and pain. A few seconds later, she heard water running and the pop of opening a bottle. Almost immediately, Wednesday returned.

“I prepared the bath for you.” she flatly stated and marched to the bathroom again. Enid assumed it was a signal to follow her, so she clenched her coat and took a shaky step forward.

“What are you doing?” Wednesday popped up again with a hint of worry in her eyes. She raised her arms to support Enid, as she just tripped and would most likely fall if the smaller girl hadn’t showed up.

“Sorry.” the werewolf muttered for the second time that night.

“Enid, if you don’t stop apologizing for your weakness due to blood loss, I’ll have to tape you.”

The blonde opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind and closed it again.

“Good.” remarked Wednesday, led her to the bathroom and...

Enid was in awe. The bathtub was filled with pink foam, which was floating on warm, vaporous water. The rose scent of her own shower gel filled the air and made her feel… familiar. Safe. Touched. The fact that Wednesday even dared to touch the pink bottle despite her color allergy was a weirdly thoughtful gesture. On the other hand, the stoic girl treated her with gentleness the whole night, which was also weird and confusing.

“If you need anything else I’ll be in our room preparing the needles and gauzes.” Wednesday’s expressionless voice turned her back to reality.

“Okay.” said Enid.

But neither of them moved. Enid kept holding her smudgy coat in place, while supporting herself on Wednesday and the latter kept holding her.

Silence fell upon the room. And Wednesday was surprisingly the one to break it.

“Do you require help to sit?” she asked, first looking at the taller girl and then the bathtub.

“No, no.” blurted Enid out. “It’s just… uh… it’s kinda embarrassing actually.” she lowered her eyes to the tiled floor.

Wednesday just kept looking at her, waiting.

“It’s just…” the werewolf started “I can’t move. I mean I can, but every time I do, I feel like I’m going to faint from the pain.”

Wednesday slightly joined her eyebrows in a clueless gesture, while Enid’s cheeks reddened more by the minute.

“I- I can’t bathe. Myself. Right now.” she stuttered.

“Oh.” said Wednesday and let that information sink in her head. “Well, your wounds need cleaning, otherwise you risk getting an infection resulting in a possible and painful death.” she added bluntly. Then she looked Enid in the eyes. “Then, I guess I’ll have to bathe you.”

“What? No! No. It’s weird.” protested the blonde.

“It’s not.  As you notice we share the same anatomy being females. And as no other solution is to be found, I need to help you.”

As Enid remained silent, Wednesday added in a lower voice “It’s the least I can do, since you saved my life tonight.”

Enid eyed the ravenette in surprise. So, that’s why she treated her with all that… affection.

She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she said something to fill the silence. “I still think it’s weird.”

“Don’t make it weird.” Wednesday responded.

“Well…” Enid gulped “just so you know, the only person that has seen me naked is my mom.”

The black-haired girl didn’t know what to do with that information, so she remained silent. She blinked.

“Well, no, my mom and someone else.” continued Enid unable to stop talking.

Who? thought Wednesday. Ajax? unwanted jealousy formed in her heart.

“My gynecologist.” revealed Enid and closed her eyes.

“Enid. You just made it weird.” stated Wednesday.

“I know, I’m sorry!” apologized the werewolf and clenched her begrimed coat.

Silence filled the room again.

The pink foam was slightly smaller now and the rose scent had been dimmed in intensity.

“Enid.” voiced Wednesday. “I do not want to pressure you. My goal is only to help you. If you feel insecure we can wait until Thing finishes helping the nurses, if you prefer him helping you.”

The blond girl thought. If she was being honest, the idea of being bathed by a disembodied hand caused her even more insecurity and stress. Don’t get her wrong, she liked Thing, but in this situation she preferred… Wednesday. Which was weird, but all night she had showed her only gentleness and care and besides, she only wanted to make up to her for saving her from the Hyde.

“No.” answered Enid, while gathering confidence. “I trust you Wednesday.”

“Okay then.” the dark haired girl replied and cleared her throat. “Shall we begin now? It is not wise to wait any longer so as not to cause an infection.”

“Yes.” said Enid. She looked down on herself and then at Wednesday. She took a deep breath and loosened the grip of her pink coat. She then let it fall to the bathroom floor and quickly covered her private parts with her arms. She didn’t have the courage to look Wednesday in the eyes, but a side glance reassured her that she still kept a stoic expression on her face. And was that- was that a little pink that crawled up her cheeks?

“You must be cold now. Get in the water.” remarked Wednesday with a raspy voice. To quickly cover it up she added “I cannot find a reasonable explanation as to how this ancient school has warm water, but I am more than pleased it has.”

Enid laughed nervously. “I know, right?”

The black haired girl offered a hand to the werewolf so as to help her get in the bathtub. The latter grabbed the whole arm and limped in.

Indeed the water was warm. So comforting and relaxing and…

“Ouch!” hissed Enid as her open wounds touched the water.

Wednesday tightened her grip in a protective manner.“I know, I know. I’m here okay?” she reassured her and it was enough to make the blonde’s heart warmer.

She slowly sank in the pink foamed water up until her neck, bubbles covering her exposed body. She let out a sigh, which made Wednesday’s eyes dart off to a nearby wall, maybe a little too fast, too evident of wanting to avoid eye contact.

“So… could you reach my sponge?” asked Enid and brought Wednesday’s attention back at her.

“That annoyingly cute and pink fluffy thing you mean?” remarked the dark haired girl. “I’m sorry, Enid, but I have my limits. Wait here until I get my extra sponge.” she added and stiffly stood up exiting the bathroom.

The werewolf heard closet doors open, close and some light footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“That’s better.” commented Wednesday, while holding a pitch black and kinda melancholic sponge.

Enid made a disappointing sound. “Look, I don’t want to disagree with you only because I know about your color allergy. And also, because I’m very tired.” she added yawning.

Wednesday pretended that she didn’t hear that and kneeled beside the bathtub. After a moment’s hesitation she rolled up her black sleeves.

She picked up the silver shower head and released a warm stream of water. She put the black sponge aside and carefully showered Enid’s hair. For the second time that night, the werewolf was surprised about the tenderness of Wednesday’s touch. Her fingertips were soft and her moves methodical.

Absentmindedly, Enid leaned back to Wednesday’s touch and relaxed. The black haired girl noticed the shift and felt heat shoot up her cheeks. Luckily for her, this went unnoticed to the blond girl as she just closed her eyes in a restful manner.

Once Wednesday was done with Enid’s hair she moved to her face. She picked up the sponge and touched the blonde’s cheek with a light movement. Enid opened her eyes caught off guard and shared a look with Wednesday.

Her blue eyes were ten times more intense in that dark mixture of blood and dirt. They were magnetic and beautiful and…

Blups! The sponge left Wednesday’s hand and fell to the water.

“Sorry.” Wednesday was the one to apologize this time, mentally screaming to herself for her stupid act.

“It’s okay. I need sleep too.” reassured her a tired Enid who had mistaken the action’s cause due to tiredness and not…

Wednesday cleared her throat. “I should have been more careful, that’s all.” she stated in her monotonous voice and gently cleaned Enid’s face and wounds.

Then she squeezed the sponge and washed off the filth and blood. She put some shower gel on and touched Enid’s neck. She moved the sponge slowly and carefully.

“Can you lean forward so I can reach your back?” asked the ravenette and Enid complied in silence. Wednesday moved from the blonde’s neck to her back sinking her hand in the warm water. She only reached her lower back and the werewolf shuddered.

“Are you cold?” asked Wednesday.

“Uh, a little bit.” lied Enid.

“Then why didn’t you say so?” exclaimed the shorter girl in a half neutral – half worried tone.

Wednesday let warmer water flow to the bathtub checking the temperature with her hand.

“Is that good?” she asked.

The situation? Your calming presence? You touching me in such a soft way I’ve never imagined before? thought Enid, but spoke out loud “The-the water? Yeah, it’s fine.” she gulped.

“Are you able to wash your upper core?” asked Wednesday holding the sponge in her hand.

“Oh. Uh… let’s see.” responded Enid and slightly raised her hand. “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” she whimpered and added with painful watery eyes “Yeah, I can do it.”

“Enid. As much as I enjoy physical torture, I know that you despise it. If you want I can help you. But if you feel… uncomfortable with anything, feel more than free to inform me, okay?” remarked Wednesday.

“Okay.” answered the blonde.

The ravenette nodded and touched the soft sponge on Enid’s shoulder. She made gentle strokes and slowly continued lower. Enid watched Wednesday with red cheeks, while the latter hesitantly followed the curves of her body. She only made the necessary movements to clean Enid’s chest and abdomen, while maintaining a straight face. Enid’s face on the other hand reddened more with every passing minute.

She didn’t know what was worse: what was happening or that she … liked it?

Either way, she tried maintaining a neutral expression and glanced at Wednesday. Her expression was the same except – except that little color on her cheeks. Was she thinking the same?

Accidentally, Wednesday’s nails grazed Enid’s abdomen as she moved the sponge. Her black eyes widened and her cheeks turned redder, but only for a moment. Then, she quickly proceeded cleaning the blonde’s legs as if nothing happened.

“I think that’s it.” stated Wednesday after a few minutes. “You are clean.”

“Oh, great.” said Enid with a small smile.

The shorter girl got up and dried her hands with a black towel. Enid noticed that Wednesday’s hands were a little red. Was it because of the pink foam and her allergy to colors?

“Come. Grab my arm.” said Wednesday extending one hand for Enid to clench onto, while holding a big white towel on the other. The latter complied and climbed out of the bathtub. Immediately she felt the fuzzy towel covering her body by a pair of soft hands.

“Are you okay?” asked Wednesday in a low voice.

 “Yeah.” Enid nodded and eyed the ravenette. “Thank you.” she added smiling the brightest smile of all.

“Now, don’t make this weird.” said Wednesday.

“I don’t.” stated the werewolf. “Besides, I think you said it wasn’t weird at all.” Her smile widened with imply.

“Touché, Sinclair. Touché.” acknowledged Wednesday with a small smirk. “Now, come. Let’s get you stitched up.” she added, while supporting her back to their room.