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The night's antics had Wednesday running through forests and fires, being stabbed, sliced and shot.
Of course under normal circumstances she would have rejoiced at the prospect of terror and screams but nothing about this school was normal.
People were in danger, her friends were in danger.
It felt rather strange to refer to acquaintances as friends but it seems like that was the most fitting title for them.
Never one to stand down to a fight, Wednesday had defeated Crackstone, and was soon faced by Thornhill, or rather laurel Gates.
It was the first correct decision she had made to bring a gun to a sword fight; however the weapon had taken Wednesday by a dismal surprise.
Mainly due to feeling quite offended she had previously been concussed with a shovel when a gun was obviously at Laurel's disposal this entire time, it would have made things far more interesting.
Thankfully Eugene had come to Wednesday and Bianca’s aid, sending his furry friends from the hive upon her in a vicious swarm.
They could have left her there but Wednesday couldn’t pass up the opportunity to quite literally kick a downed horse.
The muddy boot tread that had imprinted on Gates’ unconscious face was satisfactory. However the action proved quite strenuous.
Turning back to Eugene and a thankfully unharmed Bianca Wednesday took a foot forward, almost losing her balance as her legs threatened to give out from under her.
Eugene was next to her in a second, hovering his hands to make sure she didn’t fall.
“Wednesday are you okay?” The short boy asked, concern lacing his tone like a snake constricting prey.
“I’m fine, adrenaline seems to be wearing off and my injuries are becoming apparent, nothing to worry about Eugene.” The raven said as monotone as ever, to no surprise the words had not stomped out Eugene's concern.
“Wednesday you ripped an arrow out of your shoulder.” Bianca mentioned, gesturing to Wednesdays stained shoulder that was dripping blood on the inside of the fabric.
Wednesday chose to ignore it, the pit in her stomach was uncomfortable and not something she was well acquainted with.
“We have to go check on the others, did everyone get out?” She said instead.
“Yeah we got everyone out.” Bianca started but Wednesday had already turned on her heel, swaying slightly as she started to walk away.
The siren shared a Glance with Eugene who shrugged. The two having no idea what to do for someone who refused help.
As the three neared the gates the first thing Wednesday had seen was a flash of pink and red before she stumbled back, almost falling over in the process.
It took a second to register what Wednesday was feeling but when she looked down she realised.
Enid was clinging to her, her arms wrapped around her waist like she was about to dissipate into the cold air.
It was a glorious night.
The raven gripped the boundary stomping werewolf and held her back slightly, just enough to catalogue her injuries.
There seemed to be a few cuts on her face but the overbearing amount of blood was making it hard to be certain.
Enid was covered in blood, hers or Tyler’s it was unknown, it might have been both but she had never looked better in Wednesday’s eyes, a splash of crimson works wonders.
But for the most part Enid seemed okay, and before Wednesday knew what she was doing she had pulled Enid back in with one hand, her left arm still dangling so as to not torment the gods and cause her to bleed anymore.
They slowly separated, Wednesday had an acute sense of her tightened hand on the blonde, well, redheads shoulder as to steady herself.
‘It seems a concussion is making things more difficult than they need to be’
Enid looked at her, horrified, “you have a concussion?” She whispered, knowing Wednesdays distain for attention.
“Did I say that out loud? Maybe the blood loss is getting to me.” Wednesday asked, muttering the latter half.
Unlucky for the girl she was standing next to a werewolf with heightened senses, as it seemed she had heard every word.
Enid clung to the girl as the teachers decided the best case of action in this situation, landing on going back to the campus seen as Crackstone had been vanquished.
Much to Wednesday's surprise she was gripping Enid the entire time, almost as tight as the blonde was holding her.
It didn’t go by unannounced in the ravens brain that Enid was letting Wednesday lean on her quite heavily, the blood loss mixed with the aftermath of adrenaline, homicidal rage and a concussion seemed to be having a rather intriguing effect on the young girl.
Usually she would spend a copious amount of time relishing in the feeling of uncomfortableness however if Wednesday was honest she would rather just go to sleep.
The short walk to the main entrance of nevermore seemed much longer than it had on the walk out but they finally arrived, the teachers ordering everyone to go back to their rooms or for anyone injured to go to the infirmary.
Enid went to drag the groggy girl to the infirmary but Wednesday protested, instead pulling them in the direction of their dorm.
Enid decided not to argue and helped the raven haired girl up the stairs and into the room, spotting Thing hovering anxiously on the foot of Wednesdays bed.
“Thing, can you grab my suture kit please?” The shorter girl slurred, lowering herself onto her bed slowly.
She looked up at the still blood covered Enid and started for a second.
As much as she found the sight of blood glorious, the liquid coating Enid made her heart catch in her throat, “Enid go shower, you’re filthy.”
The blonde blinked a few time from surprise, it was almost imperceivable but there was traces of concern in her monotone voice.
She decided that Thing would take good care of Wednesday so she trotted off quickly to their joint bathroom after grabbing a fresh pair of cloths.
Wednesday followed the girl with her eyes but was startled as Thing pulled at her blazer, suture kit behind him placed on the bed.
“I wish I could say I was going to enjoy this.” She said unenthused.
She waited for Enid to return from the bathroom, knowing that because of Wednesdays state she would not take long.
She was correct as barely 7 minutes later, 6 minutes and 23 seconds if she was being precise, not that she counted, Enid walked into the room wearing a ghastly bright purple and orange sweater.
The sight of the abhorrent article of clothing was a sight for sore eyes, the first bit of normalcy Wednesday had experienced all night.
As she held a cloth that was quickly turning red to her shoulder she got up, taking a step towards the bathroom before her legs completely gave out.
She didn’t hit the ground however, instead that hideous sweater was now all too close for her taste and the sound of something was making the ringing in her ears just that bit less joyful.
“Wednesday? Come on talk to me.”
It was Enid, of course it was Enid.
Wednesday blinked at the blonde, forcing her eyes to focus.
Enid tried to think of all the times she had seen Wednesday blink and she couldn’t, instead storing the image away in the files of her brain, but now wasn’t the time to admire the girl.
“Why didn’t you let me take you to the infirmary?”
“Why would I need to go? Thing is perfectly well versed in suturing and I have no other needs.”
Wednesday watched as Enid opened and closed her mouth, obviously trying to find the words that wouldn’t form.
“Fine but can I at least help?” The werewolf finally settled on.
The response she got was a long stare and Thing climbing to sit on her shoulder.
“Please, you’re hurt and I want to help.”
More staring.
“Fine, but don’t get in the way.”
Enid’s joyful smile was hideous but for some reason Wednesday didn’t despise it, letting the blonde carefully help her up they went to the bathroom.
Thing, who had jumped off of Enid’s shoulder scuttled in, dragging the suture kit with his pointer and thumb.
He motioned for Enid’s help as Wednesday sat on the counter in front of the mirror.
The blonde picked up the suture kit and allowed the disembodied hand to hitch a ride along with it.
As they rose, Enid caught sight of Wednesdays face, she had closed her eyes and was resting the back of her head on the mirror.
“Wednesday? Don’t close your eyes.”
The ravens eyes snapped open, looking straight at the werewolf, “I apologise, I was revelling in the pain.”
Enid shook off the statement that Wednesday was in fact in pain, a fact that should have been obvious given her night.
Thing tugged at the girl on the counters blazer again, motioning for her to take it off.
In doing so she hissed at the searing electricity that shot through her shoulder.
Hopefully Enid wouldn’t pass out again, Wednesday didn't know where Thing had stashed the smelling salts.
Luckily by the grace of lucifer Enid seemed fine, albeit slighty pale but she was still conscious so Wednesday counted that as progress.
She was helped out of the blazer by the blonde and then she unbuttoned the first two buttons on her shirt before seeing Enid whip round, her back facing her.
“Sorry you probably want privacy.”
“Why would I want privacy? I’ve wanted to be alone all semester you seem to have wormed your way in so why would now be any different?”
Enid turned around, shocked.
“It’s different, it’s fine trying to make you let down your walls but you’re literally taking your shirt off.”
Wednesday's head tilted slightly in genuine confusion.
“Enid, I do not care if you see me without a shirt.”
The blonde seemed to be fighting her inner thoughts before she relented, sighing with an “I guess” peppered in there somewhere.
Wednesday went back to what she was previously doing, undoing more of the buttons on her shirt before pulling it to the side, revealing the gory arrow injury.
“Holy shit.” Enid gasped.
Yes it was quite marvellous, although it was going to scar. Which Wednesday was not pleased with.
The raven watched as Enid looked into the mirror before speaking. “Wait it didn’t go through?”
“No, I pulled it out the front instead”
“You pulled an arrow back out? With the head still intact?” Enid asked, bewildered.
“Yes why would that be an issue?”
“Didn't that like hurt? A lot?!”
“Of course it did.”
Enid was at a loss for words, maybe her roommate was just low on blood or maybe she really was psychotic, talking about a literal arrow going almost fully through her shoulder as if she’d just scraped her knee.
Thing got to work, cleaning the surrounding area and stitching the injury.
Enid watched as Wednesday involuntarily hissed each time the suturing needle passed through her flesh.
Thing was surprisingly well versed it seemed, it made Enid question if he’d done this before, and who had stitched him back together.
She was yanked from her thoughts as Wednesday lifted her shirt slightly, revealing a line that looked burned, like the skin had fused back together by way of a cattle prod.
“What the hell happened there?” Enid asked, eyes wide
“I was stabbed.”
“You were what?!”
“Stabbed, I thought werewolf’s hearing was supposed to be heightened compared to humans?”
Enid chose to ignore the jab, instead opting to ask “did you burn it back together? Why does it look like you used a hot poker?”
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. An ancestral spirit helped me.”
Enid was lost, mouth hanging open.
Did Wednesday really just say that? Did she really just call her ridiculous after previously stating she yanked a buried arrow out of her shoulder, but to say a literal spirit closed a wound? A stab wound non the less.
Enid was overwhelmed with confusion and astonishment.
“Wednesday what the fuck?”
“I do not understand your outburst.” The raven quizzically asked as she let Thing clean the tender burn.
“I cannot believe how calm you are.”
“Please enlighten me as I do not follow.”
“You have been shot, stabbed, concussed, and god knows what else because don’t think I didn’t see that bloody hand. And you aren’t freaking out at all? You’re just complacent in it all.”
“I am just satisfied that the events are over. “ Wednesday responded plainly.
“Right.” Enid huffed before adding, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“I do not believe so, possibly some scratches and bruises but nothing further than that.”
“Okay that’s good, you should probably shower.” Enid grimaced as she watched Thing patch up the gash on her forehead.
Wednesday hopped off of the counter, taking a second to steady herself on still wobbly legs and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, Enid turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on the back of her arm.
Turning around she was surprised, Wednesday almost looked embarrassed, she was staring as the floor with a pinch of her eyebrows.
“Can you help me?” She whispered.
If the blonde wasn’t a werewolf she would have definitely missed it but given she didn’t she felt a deep blush rise to her cheeks.
“I- uh… y-yeah, of course”
Enid helped Wednesday shed her shirt, being as careful as possible near her shoulder.
As Wednesday turned around the blond gasped, taking in the sight of Wednesday’s tattered back around and under her bra.
There were more scrapes and gashes than she could count, slightly smeared blood on many of them and deep bruising already on most.
“Jesus Christ wends…”
Wednesday stayed silent as Enid gently placed her hand on her back, running her index and middle finger lightly down the longest of the scratches.
“It’s nothing that won’t heal, unfortunately.”
Enid would have missed it but given the mirror she watched as the raven's eyebrows furrowed, an obvious sign she was lying in her statement about it being unfortunate.
“I’ll leave you to shower, I’ll grab some clothes for Thing to give to you and I’ll be just outside if you need me.”
Enid turned to leave for the second time, getting to the door; she heard the world's quietest “thank you.”
Maybe Enid had the concussion to thank for that, but she could hope…