Wrote this awhile ago, thought you all might enjoy it
For context, I wrote this because I was unsatisfied with the way that Enid and Wednesday's reunion went (or rather didn't go at all) after Wednesday was definetrated. It's just a small little thing I wrote, not really finished, but there's a decent amount.
Wednesday walked into her dorm. Happy to be rid of the overly sanitized hospital room she'd been in for a month. Upon entering, on the more colorful side of the room she could immediately see Enid look up from her phone and hop right off the fluffed up bed spread. Enid advanced on the raven haired girl with an eager, anxious but relieved, look in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I should've come with you. I could have stopped Tyler. I mean sure it wasn't a full moon, but I could have done something! And he threw you out a window, and you landed on the ground, and you hit your head-"
"Enid." Wednesday attempted to get the girl to at least take a breath.
"-and you needed stitches! Thing said you needed like, ten stitches! And staples!!" Enid could not get over the severity of the injuries Wednesday sustained. She knew Wednesday was strong, but she didn't want to test that limit.
Wednesday, though silently bothered by the thoughts of what went on while she was unconscious and vulnerable, didn't let it dwell in her mind. "did you think a little tumble out the window would kill me?"
Enid's blue eyes widened slightly. "no! No of course not. But.... That wasn't a tumble, Wednesday. You went through glass and fell from the second story. You..." Her eyes went glossy. But for her friends sake she attempted to hold it together. "You were bleeding, I think I could even see your skull..." She could still remember the panic she felt at the gnarly sight.
Wednesday's expression softened. Thinking about it on the flip side, she would have felt sick if it were Enid and not herself that was catapulted out the window like that. "Well.... I'm fine now. You don't need to worry about me anymore." It felt awkward, trying to be reassuring, but Enid deserved the effort.
A vigorouse nod from the werewolf. "Right. Yes, totally. I'm really happy you're back. It hasn't been the same without the daily noise of your typewriter hammering in my eardrums." Wednesday could recognize that small smile the peppy girl would make when she wasn't really being serious. "How're you feeling by the way?"
"indomitable." Wednesday answered shortly, but informatively. Not only did she have Enid to protect from Tyler, but now she had her own delicious revenge to enact. Served as cold as her dark heart.
"And before you continue to bludgen yourself with your own guilt. What happened was not your fault.... It was my own" This she couldn't deny in good confidence. As her mother annoyingly predicted, she got herself hurt by being reckless and narrow minded