The Old Therebefore

episode two , woe is the loneliest number

TWO NIGHTS AGO...

JOSEPHINE MADE SURE that Wednesday got back to her dorm, and was in her bed before she rushed down to the medic. Nurse Lucky and Nurse Fortescue were both asleep. And to make the situation worse, they didn't live on campus. So Josephine had to care for Rowan.

"Vulnera Sanentur." Josephine almost muttered, her mouth was moving yet no sound came out. Her voice was not there, quite to that the human ear. Josephine guided her hand over his wounds, and prayed to Morgana that he would live.

The night dragged on and it went from ten pm, to eleven pm, to twelve, to one. And Josephine was exhausted, yet she prevailed, mouthing the incarnation. But she need to grab him some liquid morphine for Rowan, but it was in the back.

Josephine got up and out of her chair, and walked to the back, and grabbed the morphine patches (which were addictive to normies) and the liquid morphine to set up on IV drip for Rowan, and when she got back, she saw Rowan going into anaphylactic shock, which was abnormal considering his improving condition. Josephine quickly grabbed an Epi-Pen and stabbed him in the leg, but that did nothing. He was foaming at the mouth and his pupils were dilated.

He was now in cardiac arrest, and Josephine was trying to do all she could to save him. Josephine quickly grabbed the paddles charged them and put him on his chest, with a chip noise, she pushed down and counted electricity through him. She tried to save him, she really did.

But Rowan had been dead for twenty-two minutes before she gave up and called time of death, at one-forty am. And Josephine cried, because she couldn't save him, she had fail her only duty, to help people.

PRESENT TIME...

Wednesday sat her desk, 'La Lloronna' playing morbidly in the background. The black haired girl quickly typed on her typewriter; which could read: Edgar Allan Poe said, "Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see." Clearly Nevermore's most famous alumni picked that up here. No wonder he was such a a drug addled man. I have always hated the term, "write what you know" but when your life becomes a twisted horrors; maybe it's time to lead into a bit.

There was a knock on the door and Wednesday turned her head to look at it, she squinted her eyes before turning back to her type writer. "Come in." Wednesday as Josephine came toppling in with a bunch of pictures, her computer and her camera.

"This is all the evidence I have so far in the monster in the woods." Josephine signed as she had set down everything she had brought in.

"Wonderful." Wednesday said, acknowledging her efforts before nodding towards her bed, where she could sit.

"The picture I had taken on the night of the harvest festival is a good picture and I believe we can do some research of it now that we know what it looks like." Josephine pulled up the picture and showed it to Wednesday.

"I Eveline we can start out investigation. Can we make a paper copy of that?" Wednesday asked as Josephine smirked and pulled out a paper, a copy of the picture on her camera.

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Josephine stood with Enid Sinclair, a scowl on her face as she stared at the girl with a love for gossip. "Ladies, come on! Let's work on those teeth. More scowl. This kitty is taking no prisoners. If Bianca Barclay wins again this year, I will literally scratch my own eyes out!" The werewolf exclaimed as Wednesday came up behind the duel-haired-girl.

"I'd pay good money to see that." Wednesday said in a monotone voice as she stood next to Josephine, grabbing her pinkie ever so slightly. If someone asked Wednesday about it, she was not holding hands with Josephine Monroe.

"Howdy roomie!" Enid smiled with delight as she gets up and bounces over to Wednesday, making Josephine scowl further. "I'm so glad you decided to stay!" Enid said as Josephine rolled her eyes.

"I thought you wanted your single room back?" Wednesday said as she stared at the blonde hair girl, an eyebrow raised.

"Full disclosure, I don't like living solo and Thing gives a killer neck massage. It's a win-win. So... why the change of heart?" Enid asked as Josephine felt like punching the girl in face, she didn't understand why she felt this way whenever the blonde haired girl was around Wednesday.

"I refuse to play a role of a pawn in someone else's corrupt game." Wednesday said bitterly as she brought Josephine closer, subconsciously.

"You mean Rowan? We all know Josephine killed him, I mean, she was the once caring for him." Enid said insensitively as Josephine gripped Wednesday's hand, tears blinking in her eyes. The blonde acted as if she wasn't right there, and as if she wasn't mourning the lost of her patient.

"I know a murderer when I see one, and Josephine is not one. She can nearly hold it together, according the evidence she tried to stop his death twenty-two minutes after he stoped breathing. With all this said, I believe I am losing my mind." Wednesday said as she stared at Enid. "It's not nearly as fun as I anticipated. You're Nevermore's gossip queen. What's Rowan's story?"

There was a long silence, only the sound of paint going onto the wood filled the hair, and Josephine was desperate to escape. Every time she looked at someone, she knew that thought she murdered Rowan. She only tried to save his life, and she failed at that.

"Other than being a weird loner... Uh...No offense." Enid said with a weary tone.

"None taken." Wednesday said as she pulled Josephine just a little closer. Wednesday's hand sat on Josephine's hip, holding on right. If anyone else had done that, Josephine would have felt uncomfortable, but when Wednesday did it, it felt oddly comforting.

"None taken. Xavier Thorpe's his roommate. If you had a cell phone, you could just text him and ask him." Enid stated as she turned around to one of the girls behind her. "Yoko. Come on! Flare those whiskers. The Poe Cup droops for no one." Enid barked orders to the vampire who sighed and layed on the floor.

"What is the 'Poe Cup', anyways?" Wednesday asked as Josephine turned her head to look at the boat, she refused to participate every year, mostly because she felt whatever team she was on, would have an advantage.

"My entire reason for living right now." Enid snapped as she growled at Yoko for not clearing the cat ears.

"Part canoe race, part foot chase, no rules. Each dorm has to pick an Edgar Allan Poe short story for inspiration." Josephine explained, her hands were tired today. However she signed non-the-less.

"You could grab a brush. Ms. Thornhill's just ordered pizza. Want to take a stab at being social?" Enid asked as she held a brush, a black brush, and held it out for Wednesday. Who only raised an eyebrow, and gave a side eye to Josephine. Josephine was scowling, why did this have to happen?

"I do like stabbing. The social part, not so much. Besides, it'll cut into my writing time." Wednesday stated as she almost turned in her heel and left, but waited for Enid to speak.

"No worries. Just as long as you're lakeside cheering us to victory on race day. Or you can just glare uncomfortably. Whatever works for you."  Enid spoke with a smile as she watched Wednesday turn both her and Josephine around to go leave the area Enid was at.

Wednesday sat at her desk as she clicked and clacked on her type writer. Wednesday was monophonic quietly to herself as she watched out of the corner of her eyes, Josephine studying a book. It was about magic, which (for some reason) didn't come as a surprise to the raven haired girl. "I've always hated the term 'write what you know'.  It's a hallpass for the imagination-impaired. But when your life becomes a twisted mystery, maybe it's time to lean into it." Wednesday monologued as she finished typing, watching Josephine smile at her, setting down her textbook, pen and highlighters.