In the future, after Enid finally convinces Wednesday to go in for a health checkup.
Nurse: *prepping to draw blood* It’s sweet of you to be here to support your wife.
Enid: *sheepishly* Oh, I’m not here for her comfort, I’m here for yours.
Nurse: *blinks* Hmm?
Wednesday: No needles.
Nurse: *turns* Trust me, Mrs. Addams, this won’t hurt a bit.
Wednesday: Precisely. Use this knife instead.
Nurse: 😨‼️
Enid: *grabs the knife* Wednesday, you promised!
Wednesday: My blood is drawn in combat or not at all.
Enid: WEDNESDAY.
Enid: *gives her wife The Look™*
Wednesday:
Wednesday: *grudgingly presents her arm* Fine.
Enid: I’m sorry about her. Could you maybe like jiggle the syringe around when you do it? She prefers to feel the needle.
Nurse: Um. I’ll see what I can do. *nervously examines the arm*
Nurse: 🤨❓
Nurse: I could swear I saw a perfectly good vein.
Enid: *sighs* Sorry again. She can move them around like that. You’re going to need to jab the syringe straight in, like uh… like…
Wednesday: Like stabbing. With a knife.
Enid: *winces* Yup. I’m really, really, REALLY sorry. Please go ahead.
Wednesday: *ominously* If you dare.
Enid/Nurse: 🤦♀️ 😰💉









