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Wednesday clutched onto the back of her coat like a lifeline, unable to care she was covering Enid in even more blood. But Enid didn't seem to care, clutching her back with equal intensity.
A tear pushed out of her eye and she shoved herself impossibly closer. Enid was alive. She was safe. But it had been so close. She could have lost her-
Time became obsolete, all that existed was Enid. Her claws gently poked through her blood-soaked shirt, her body pressed against Wednesdays, her heavy pants against her hair. The smell of blood, lavender, and earth mixed into a dizzying spell that Wednesday couldn't fight.
Voices cut through the fog but she could only hear Enid’s heartbeat. When Enid began rubbing her back, she took a shaking inhale and then let it out. Another tear. Enid was alive.
“Wednesday?” Enid’s voice brought her back from herself. “Are you ok?”
In place of an answer, she gently pulled back to look at her face. She didn't break the hug. Looking into blazing blue eyes, her own scanned her face. Then narrowed. Before she could think about what she was doing, her hand rose to her cheek. Not touching, simply hovering. Examining.
“Oh. I'm sure they’ll go away soon- y'know, werewolf healing and stuff…”
Her heart pounded in her chest, then. A sense of urgency pumped adrenaline through her veins and she moved her other hand up to her other cheek, this one grasping and uncaring for the mixing blood.
Blue met brown in the abyss between ice and fire, her voice leaving no room for further argument. “Your battle wounds are glorious, Mon Loup. Just as you are. Don’t ever feel insecure about your scars- anyone who sees them and sees anything but strength and courage and beauty is unworthy of your attention. You’ve fought a Hyde and came out with nothing but a scratch, Enid. You fought with honor and strength and I couldn't possibly be prouder to call you my friend.”
Her thump wiped the tears falling from sapphire eyes. In turn, chipped rainbow nails pushed unruly hair out of her face. “bestie…” A smile took over her pink lips and Wednesday allowed herself to return it. She was glad she did, for she got to see more of her sparkling eyes and excitement she was afraid she would never see again.
But nothing good can last long. Her eyes flicked down to her shoulder and the excitement turned to panic. “Wait- what happened?!” her hands rushed to her shoulder, careful as she pushed the fabric out of the way-,” were you shot?! Wednesday?!
A small sigh left her lips. She was dreading telling Enid about what had happened in the crypt. The euphoria of finding each other safe and alive was nice while it lasted, but now, they would need to move on.
As Enid delved into hysteric rambling, Wednesday watched her quietly. She didn't doubt the scars left from tonight would stick with them until their last breaths. Perhaps even after. But when Enid stopped her examination and stared into her eyes, telling her they were going to the infirmary, she realized that no matter what happened, they would have each other.
Tyler, Thornhill, Crackstone, and everyone else that had tried to hurt them had failed. Because Wednesday wasn't alone anymore. She had friends willing to fight at her side should the time come. Looking past Enid, she could see Xavier, Eugene, Bianca, Ajax, Yoko, and Divina. Her friends.
Without a warning, she looked back up at Enid, her worried eyes shifting into worried confusion before Wednesday threw herself back into her arms for another hug. Her family.