Burnout

                                    

                                          
Wednesdays POV:
Wednesday was tired. No, she was exhausted. She was drained. She had been working a part time job at the weathervane to get come money on top of classes, and working overtime on her novel. It showed more than anything. She felt herself fighting an endless war of sleep in her classes, almost collapsing a few times at her job, and passing out the second she had finished writing, not even bothering to get into bed. Of course, Enid moved her to her bed, but certainly Enid suspected something.
Enid's POV:
Wednesday had been off recently. She was more distanced. Not like she was mad, but she seemed just... tired. They didn't talk much, usually just a muttered exchange of "I love yous", maybe a kiss, but other than that they didn't talk. Finally she decided to corner Wednesday. "Wens, we need to talk."  Enid had stopped her as she entered her dorm. "Hm? What? Can it wait? I need to write." She sounded so tired. Enid grabbed her hand tighter "Wednesday." That was the first time she had used her actually name in over a month. "You're burnt out. I don't talk to you anymore." Wednesday muttered "we do. I tell you I love you every day." Enid gripped tighter "and I appreciate that, but we don't... talk. We don't have a conversation every night anymore. You go to your classes, get back, you write, the fall asleep. And on the weekends. You work, you come back, you write, you sleep. Wednesday. You're burning yourself out." Wednesday seemed to realize, and her expression softened a bit from her usual tired glare. "Enid.. I'm sorry. I just, I need to get good grades to get accepted to a college, I need money to afford college, and I want to publish my work... I'm sorry Enid." Enid knew this, she was working at a clothing store as a part time job too, and she had alright grades. "Wednesday Addams. You need to stop. Okay? Take a break from writing, call in sick one day. Okay? You may even be sick, you have massive eye bags, you're pale, and your voice... are you drinking water every day?" Wednesday shook her head stubbornly "I'm not.. sick. I'm always pale, I don't have eye bags, and... do I have eye bags?" She tiredly shuffled to the bathroom to look at herself. Her braids were hardly together, her bangs were frizzy, and of course, the eye bags. Enid came up behind her and hugged her, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her head on her shoulder. "Look at you. You're gonna work yourself to death Wednesday." Wednesday nodded. She splashed her face with water and walked over to Enid's bed "okay. I'll.. I'll take a day off from writing, and I'll call in sick tomorrow. I'll rest, Enid." Enid nodded, offering to hug her. Wednesday practically fell onto Enid. Enid had to carry her to Wednesday's bed and lay down, by the time she had laid down, Wednesday was already asleep, the girl clung onto her like it was their final night alive, she always clung super tight to something while she slept, be it her blanket, a pillow, or in this case, Enid's shirt. She decided it was no use getting her off. Wednesday was surprisingly strong. She slowly closed her eyes and let sleep take her away.