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Enid knew Wednesday wasn’t a hugger, but she just couldn’t help herself. After everything that had happened- after seeing the Hide’s claws wrapped around Wednesday’s neck, after finally wolfing out for the first time she felt so overwhelmed she could barely breathe.
For one terrifying second, she had thought Wednesday was dead. Nobody knew where she was. So when she saw her alive, standing, breathing, there, Enid didn’t think. She just threw her arms around her.
She let herself sink into the embrace for a moment before guilt crept in and she began to pull away. But before she could step back completely, Wednesday’s arms tightened around her and pulled her in again.
For a heartbeat, everything felt lighter. The world didn’t feel like it had just tilted upside down in a matter of hours. Like she didn't just wolf out to save Wednesday from the Hyde.
Enid clung to her like she might vanish if she loosened her grip, and Wednesday held her just as tightly. But then Enid heard Wednesday wince in pain.
She instantly let go, eyes going wide with concern.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt y—”
“I’m fine, Enid.” Wednesday’s voice cut through her panic—quiet, steady, but clearly strained. “You did not hurt me. I just have some… inconvenient bruising.”
She stepped fully out of the embrace, much to Enid’s disappointment. But even without seeing her face, Enid could tell Wednesday was lying. She’d spent enough time around her to notice the tiny shifts- the faint wince, the stiffness in her shoulders, the way she avoided eye contact. Wednesday Addams didn’t avoid eye contact unless she was hiding something.
Enid opened her mouth to call her out, but she was interrupted by a rush of footsteps. Paramedics and teachers swarmed in, scattering to help injured students.
A paramedic reached Enid and guided her toward the ambulances. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching a final glimpse of Wednesday heading toward the dorms, walking slower than usual and holding her side.
The paramedics stitched up Enid’s wounds quickly, but the second they suggested taking her to the hospital, she shook her head violently.
“No, no I’ll heal. Werewolves have crazy fast healing.” she insisted, already sliding off the stretcher.
Before they could argue, she took off in a sprint, ignoring her still-throbbing injuries.
She needed to get to Wednesday. Her wolf was screaming at her to find Wednesday and make sure she was really okay and she had never heard her wolf so clearly so she listened.
Enid reached their dorm in record time, fueled by worry and adrenaline. She didn’t even bother to slow down before pushing the door open so hard it slammed against the wall.
“Wednesday, are you in he—”
The words died in her throat.
Her heart slammed against her ribs for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with her impromptu sprint.
Wednesday was sitting on the edge of her bed, carefully stitching up a long gash across her abdomen. Her hair was down- loose, dark, and still damp, curling slightly at the ends from her shower. But what really made Enid freeze was the fact that Wednesday’s shirt was nowhere in sight. She wore only a black sports bra, her pale skin illuminated by the warm lamplight and Enid could see how fit she really was. She could even see the gently outline of abs and she felt something shift in her.
Enid had barely seen Wednesday in short sleeves, let alone anything so….. revealing. Wednesday always changed in the bathroom, always wrapped herself in layers of clothes like armor. Seeing this much of her and seeing her like this it felt like stepping into a moment Enid wasn’t sure she was meant to witness.
Her breath caught as she stared, unable to pull her eyes away.
Wednesday stared back at her, unblinking and eerily calm, as if she’d expected Enid to burst in at any moment. Still, Enid didn’t miss the faint flush dusting the tops of Wednesday’s ears.
“You’re quite energetic for someone who just wolfed out for the first time. You should relax, and though I do think red suits you,” Wednesday said evenly, “I believe you should clean yourself up. You look rabid.”
Wednesday’s gaze traveled to Enid's lips and pushed before shifting to the crooked line of stitches on Enid’s cheek. “Tell me, did you run off before they finished those, or did your paramedic earn their medical degree online?”
Her dry and familiar tone snapped Enid out of her daze. She had sprinted out of the ambulance the second she was cleared, but the paramedic had definitely said she was done. And with all the adrenaline still rushing through her, Enid hadn’t even felt the stitches pulling.
“When the lady finished, I just… dipped,” Enid admitted, taking a few hesitant steps farther into the room. “I wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay. And I guess I was right to do so, because you totally lied.” Her voice wavered, sharper than she meant it to be. “You don’t just have ‘inconvenient bruising,’ Wednesday. You have a stab wound! What even happened?”
Something flickered across Wednesday’s expression—quick, raw, and unmistakably guilt—before she smothered it beneath her usual blank composure. She tied off the last stitch on her abdomen with practiced precision.
“I’ll tell you the details after you shower,” she said. “And then I am fixing that amateur stitching. Leaving it as it is will only make the inevitable scarring worse and I doubt you want that”
Enid looked down at herself. She was a mess- dried blood, mud, monster guts, and who knew what else streaked across her skin and clothes. Now that she’d stopped running- stopped rushing, she could feel how sticky and disgusting she was.
“Yeah… okay. Shower. Right.” She sighed, grabbed a set of clean clothes from her drawer, and retreated into the bathroom.
The moment she shut the door behind her, Wednesday’s earlier comment echoed in her head: Though I do think red suits you-
Enid’s face went hot immediately. Why did that make her feel so giddy?
She shook her head, trying to chase away the sudden fluttering in her stomach, and turned on the water. Time to wash the blood—and the feelings—off her before she completely short-circuited.