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Enid is suffering and is masking it. Wednesday is too, but she is able to hide it.
Confessions ensue when Wednesday talks about therapy.
WC: 859
It had been an exhausting start to the new school term, and Enid was feeling… tired. Not physically tired, no, she felt mentally exhausted. She was glad that Wednesday was finally talking to her again, especially after she heard why Wednesday had been. She had been looking out for her after all, and Enid didn’t know how to feel about that. That was when she came face-to-face with Tyler again with the Nightshades, and she had officially won against him again. He was also sent to a stronger institute in another state so everyone would be safe. She was pleased about that.
Now, though, everything was back to normal, and Enid should’ve felt good about that, but she didn’t. The trauma from last semester still followed her, but she had managed to mask it. In fact, she had been masking for quite a while anyway, especially with the judgment of her mom, who still discredited her for no reason. Esther had disapproved of it when Enid broke up with Ajax and made it known with her comments. Hell, she kept trying to get Enid to get with Bruno again, but Enid wasn’t going to. First of all, he was a cheater and a liar. Secondly, she had, in fact, found something else out about herself.
She was in love with Wednesday. She didn’t have the confidence to say it to her; however, she thought the goth would reject her after all. God only knew Enid couldn’t handle any more heartbreak.
Currently, the werewolf was in bed, trying to watch a film, but she kept losing focus. Wednesday was on the other side of the room, writing down in a journal. “What are you writing?” Enid asked, looking over at the raven, curious as she had finished her writing hour. Maybe it was something for her novel.
“Do you know how I have a new therapist?” Wednesday responded, glancing back over her shoulder. “Well, he thought it would be beneficial if… I write about how I feel and my fears. I am merely entertaining the idea, with no hope that it will work,” she finished. Enid nodded, thinking.
“Just curious… how much is therapy for you?” the wolf pondered, pretending to just be curious. In actuality, she was thinking of getting a job to get to therapy.
“It is about $100 without insurance, and $50 with insurance. Why are you asking?” Wednesday enquired, turning her chair around and facing the wolf.
“I just was wondering, why? Can’t I be curious about my roommate?” Enid tried to joke, but Wednesday saw through it, and she didn’t know why. She still kept the facade up.
“You know… your eyes betray what you speak. You haven’t been coping well… and I didn’t want to pry and make you back up. You are suffering, aren’t you?” Wednesday finally confronted. She knew that the blonde had been suffering for months, and wouldn’t outright say it.
“No,” Enid answered all too quickly. The brunette raised an eyebrow, and that drew a sigh from the blonde. “Fine. Yes, I have been. Ever since your first semester. I have been trying to stay fine, I am sorry for not saying…” Enid apologised, looking down as guilt flooded her system.
“It is ok to not be ok,” Wednesday started, standing and going towards Enid’s side. Grabbing the black blanket from Enid's chair, she set it down and sat on it. Ramrod straight as usual.
“You don’t seem to be suffering as much though…” Enid admitted. “I feel weak compared to you, and I am supposed to be the alpha,” she added, looking down out of shame from both confessing, and how she truly felt.
“I do though… I hide it from everyone. Even you. Therapy has been… working, I hate to admit,” Wednesday acknknowledged, biting her lip, her eyes flittering to the side. “I am sorry I never showed weakness. I do not like to make it noticeable,” Wednesday added.
“It’s ok… I get it,” Enid shrugged.
There was a beat of silence for a moment.
“I have been… suffering in my own way. I have nightmares, ones that I do not enjoy, and also I cannot visit certain places still. Like The Weathervane. I have tried to hide it by not sleeping much, and getting coffee here, but that is all I feel like saying about my weaknesses,” the goth confessed.
“Oh… oh ok. I see,” Enid started, before she looked down. “Can I… hug you? Before I say anything?” she questioned. Nodding, Wednesday held her arms open. Enid quickly launched into them, hugging her tight.
“Therapy would be a good option for you, I think,” Wednesday hummed, holding the blonde close and gently. Nodding, she kept in her arms.
“If I don’t… distract myself, I think of him attacking me. I think of him killing you. I think of when he threw you out the window… I’m scared…” she admitted.
“Come, let us go see my mother. She could help you get therapy. I know your mother would not help after all,” Wednesday started, pulling away from Enid. Enid was just happy to finally be cared for.
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Wednesday is suffering from period pains. Enid helps her.
WC: 607
Growling, Wednesday was trying to write, but it was impossible. The cramps were bad, and she could feel them invading her body like an army. Behind her, Enid was relaxing on the bed, but she glanced back every so often, concerned for her girlfriend. “Babe? You ok? You keep growling,” she questioned cautiously, being careful as she didn’t want to die by Wednesday’s hands. Yes, they were dating, but she wasn’t immune to the daggers still. Wednesday knew an Addams couldn’t hurt their lovers, that is why she did it. Enid did not know that, though, not yet.
“Yes, I am fine,” Wednesday responded, a hiss of pain happening as her arm instinctively reached down and held her stomach. “Fuck,” she grunted, putting her head on the table and closing her eyes. She didn’t usually get cramps this bad, no. It was rare, but it had worsened after she was stabbed by Crackstone. A hidden curse that she must’ve gained from Goody’s healing. Slamming her fist on the table, she was unaware of the wolf moving next to her.
“You know… it is ok to admit pain. Is it period cramps?” Enid asked gently, rubbing the raven’s shoulder blades.
“How did you know I was on my period?” Wednesday quickly inquired, looking at Enid the best she could with her forehead on the desk.
“Scent mainly, but also the bathroom bin. I went to throw something in, and I saw it,” Enid reassured her, massaging the shoulder blades. Letting out a low groan, Wednesday nodded.
“Can you… get me water and some medication? I shall prepare a hot water bottle,” the goth spoke, her voice straining in pain as she was going towards the kettle.
“Lie down. I will sort everything out, trust me. I got this,” the werewolf insisted, and Wednesday sighed before she nodded. She knew that the other could be stubborn, but also caring. She had to accept it. As she laid down, she watched the wolf boil the kettle, get the bat hot water bottle and also get her some water and medication.
“I can deal with this, you know,” Wednesday hummed, looking at the blonde, but the wetness in her eyes showed she was struggling. Her hands also remained on her stomach.
“Yeah, right. When you can’t write, I know something is wrong, and I am going to make you rest. You’re in pain after all,” the oldest girl told her, her eyes soft. Glaring, the raven took the water and the pills, closing her eyes as she reluctantly curled up.
The kettle stopped boiling, and Enid immediately filled the bottle up, humming as she did so. Some new K-pop song, the goth thought. When handed the bottle, she immediately put it under her knees, closing her eyes. “Do you want to watch anything?” Enid asked, sitting next to her and rubbing her forehead. The raven shook her head, her eyes closed in relief, and her breathing was easier. “Ok, just relax, baby. I’ll be in my bed if you need me,” she responded to the nod, kissing her forehead before she walked towards her own bed and put on a show.
After 30 minutes, Enid looked over and widened her eyes when she saw that Wednesday was fast asleep. Still curled up in the foetal position with the hot water bottle too! Enid just smiled, happy that the goth was getting some sleep and felt safe while her wolf protected her. Focusing back on her computer, she kept an ear out for a change in Wednesday’s breathing and heart rate. She was just glad that the raven accepted her help, finally…
"You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw, but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch."