Wednesday was dying, that much was definite. No human body could withstand such abuse and be expected to simply walk free, let alone survive. Punctures from Tyler's claws (before he broke some of her ribs) bled steadily, the barely manageable gutting from Crackstone steadily taking its toll on her energy as she ran to face him. It hardly seemed like a choice to take the arrow meant for Xavier, she was dying anyway, what's one more war wound?
Still, despite all of that, despite her exhaustion and seeing double and copper in her mouth, she'd done it. She'd saved the school she had sworn to hate, and was ready to kneel down and die right there.
But then Bianca had reminded her of the other students, of Enid, of her… friend?
It's amazing what dying can reveal to you.
One of the questions she will ask her ancestors when she crosses over will be why? Why was it she must realise her heart was beating for more than just her own moments before falling into the unknown? Truly, fate is a cruel thing.
Enid is blood soaked, the deep cuts on her face making Wednesday pull back from the hug that lit a fire in her stomach, concern dipping her soul being mixed with attraction and blurriness. Three Enid's looked back, quietly crying, and despite the audience Wednesday decided who cares, I'm dying anyway and grabbed the wolf, hugging her as tight as she could manage, ny weakness being matched by Enid's strength as they gripped each other and the blonde cried tears of stress and joy that Wednesday was okay.
She hated to let her down. Her knees buckled, Enid fell with her, catching her weight as her head lolled to the side.
"Wednesday? Wed- Wednesday!"
Her vision is dimming, Enid yells for help as her hands turn red from Wednesday's back, people thunder around her, siren eyes beaming as they demanded hers to stay open.
Someone is tapping her face, she can taste salt, tears.
Who is crying over me?
Like she is under water, she watches as Enid cries, yells her name and holds her. The salt must be burning her new scars, she doesn't seem to mind. Wednesday wants to touch them, and her arm shakily rises to ghost over her cheek.
"Pretty." She tried to whisper, but even she couldn't grasp onto what had actually been said. Someone else is touching her head, a cold feeling fighting the heat against her brain, it was all too much, she hurt, she needed to go. To leave Enid.
I'm sorry.
A scream of her name follows her to the grave.
Enid had memories she cherished, others she wishes she held onto stronger, and some she could never scrub from her mind, no matter the lengths she went to. Having Wednesday Addams go limp with the last shudder of her heart was the latter.
Bianca was crouched by her head, hand resting the water on Wednesday's head as she had attempted to keep her awake, the ambulance pulling up seconds after Wednesday collapsed. Someone had called when the attack began thirty minutes ago, just in case something like this happened.
Enid felt the wolf in her voice as she screamed when they ran over. Yoko was at her side, holding with her vampire strength as she was pulled from her roommate, thrashing and yelling as the paramedics unbuttoned her shirt and laid cold plates against them, making space before her whole body went rigid with electricity.
Enid couldn't stop crying, she wouldn't. She'd scream and wallow and howl her rage until she curled up and died. What a horrible way to discover your mate, as they bled to death in your arms, unable to do anything apart from wait to join them.
Useless.
The medics paused, locking eyes before trying again. She twitched, a silence allowing those with advanced hearing to know what a dead heart sounded like as it shuddered.
Don't you dare, Enid thought as they tried a third time, don't you dare give up on her.
But they did, a sigh on their lips as they lent back, about to tell the crowd of students what they all knew and refused to accept.
"I'm sorry, she- ack!"
A bloody hand was wrapped around her forearm, black eyes staring from a crimson coated face, not entirely there, but still there.
"I'm not done yet." She grunted, spit and blood drooling from her chin as the medics froze, a third older medic grabbing the stretcher from the van.
"She had no pulse!"
The guy shook the young medics shoulder.
"Many different species here make a job just that more complicated, cryptids 'n all. C'mon, get her on!"
They snap to work, strapping her in place and getting in the van, one turning to quickly shout at the crowd.
"I got room for one!"
Enid was in before she had even finished speaking. The paramedic quickly looked over her, noting only the facial wounds, and returned to Wednesday.
The wolf was numb again, watching as they worked their magic- no, did their jobs. They slowed the bleeding, did diagnostics to inform the doctor of at the hospital, checked responses and kept Wednesday steady.
They were blood stained when they got to the hospital, and Enid had to wait in the lobby while her mate was rushed off again.
Enid hated waiting.
"You okay?"
Yoko was here, of course she was, and Enid grabbed on tight, finally allowing herself to sob once more.
Always expecting to die in a miraculous way meant Wednesday was never quite ready for the possibility of surviving, or the achieving pain that came with it. She woke to blinding lights, a grating machine beeping in her ear, and her ribs felt like a claustrophobic hug. Her teeth hurt.
"Why do my teeth hurt?"
There's a clash of blonde as the person in the torturously uncomfortable chair beside her fell at her voice. Enid sat up and leant over her, scanning her eyes and moving a mile a minute.
What is she saying…
"What are you… Enid -"
She hugged her, and Wednesday thought her heart had stopped, when really she had skipped a beat too many.
"Enid-"
"I thought you died!" Enid exclaimed, chest heaving, instantly soaking the paper thin gown they had dressed Wednesday in, "you did- you died!"
She pulled back, eyes red rimmed and dreadful, the blue shining through, utterly beautiful.
"And yet I returned?"
Enid looked as though she wished to shake her, and probably would have, if not for the wires and winces the movements caused. Instead she nodded, voice guttural as she nearly hissed the words.
"Yes, you lived."
The wolf is ready to swallow her anger and move on, when there's a cold chill on the back of her hand. She looks, finding Wednesday's hand resting on her own. Following up the arm she meets eyes hidden behind bangs, heavy from the pain and drugs.
"I'm sorry."
Enid sniffs, gently turning their hands over to hold Wednesday's. She smiles through the tears, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Thank you for staying with me." The wolf manages to say, blinking tears that fell anyway. Wednesday's lips twitched in what could almost be a smile, lying back and closing her eyes, heart monitor evening out once more as sleep approached.
"Oh, 'Nid?"
"Yes, Wednesday?"
One eye opened, a smile pulling into place for the briefest of moments.
"When I'm out of here, I'd like to take you on a date."
Enid almost felt her heart stop as the other girl quickly slept, entirely sure she knew what she was doing, leaving Enid with a heart attack in the hospital.
Cruel girl, Enid thought, I wouldn't have her any other way.