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"Enid, I command you to live" Wednesday choked out. Enid could only manage a trembling smile. Wednesdays face was so much graver than usual. She hurriedly took off her jacket and stuffed it on Enid's chest, applying pressure. "Tyler's calling Weems, you'll be alright" Enid laughed - she didn't know why, nothing was funny. Her vision went blurry in random spots. "Enid!" Wednesday hissed, lightly slapping her fist. "I'm sorry Wednesday" Enid slurred, trying to move her bloody hands to cover Wednesdays. "Enid. Enid" Wednesday said loudly, gently jostling Enid's shoulder. "Stay here" she said, in a tone that was almost pleading. "ohhh,"" Enid muttered, feeling a buzzing sensation in her body. Strangely, she felt wet. When her eyes cast downward, she saw the red sticky liquid seeping from her stomach. "oh" she muttered once more, looking up the sky. It was a full moon. Of course it was. One more reminder before she died. One more to remind her that she could never do it. Could never wolf out. She couldn't do many things. When she was born, she'd never wear what her Mother wanted. She'd beg her for the skirts and dresses and pink the girls wore. But her Mother quickly put an end to those questions. "You are a boy" she would say "and boys do not wear dresses". But how she longed for them. Her Father could tell. Secretly he would indulge her. Allow her to get the pink leggings when her Mother wasn't looking. Get the sparkly nail polish when her back was turned. And when she turned 13, he let her grow her hair out. Her Mother always fought it. But the second she put a dress on, she knew her truth. Of being a girl, yes. But also of being a disappointment. She could never live up to her Mother's expectations. Not even wolf out. A lot of things she couldn't do. Not even tell Wednesday how she felt.
"Enid. Enid, please"
Wednesday blearily gazed at Wednesday. So beautiful. Dark and mysterious. But not so much anymore. Enid felt her brain go confused and fuzzy at the wet staining Wednesdays cheeks. Her lips were trembling. "Wenny," Enid murmured, gripping her hands tighter. "Tell me about bees. I want to focus on bees. I know you love them." Wednesday looked shocked, and maybe even appalled. Enid let her tears run freely, and gripped her hands tighter. Wednesday relented.
"While physically impossible, bees fly. Their fat bodies are too heavy for their delicate wings, but they fly anyway, because they have to goal of pleasing their queen." Enid grinned. "Wow" she whispered, finding it incredibly fascinating. Wednesday applied more pressure. "You're bee, Enid" Wednesday whispered. She choked on a sob, and applied a death grip amount of force to Enid's gashes, trying to stop them from bleeding out. "Against all odds, you fly." She said. Enid giggled as she felt a metallic taste break it off in her throat. "That's nice" she cooed as her vision swam. Then everything went black.
Wednesday wasn't leaving the bed. Not for anything. If she leaved, Enid would die. Her heart beat would stop, she knew it. Well, she didn't know. But she was definitely not taking the risk of touching her to try and get a vision of what would happen. That was worse than not knowing. "Enid," she whispered, reaching out to her. But then she hesitated, and dropped her hand to lay limp in her lap. "Please" she hissed. "if you die..." Wednesday could barely stomach the thought at all. She turned to threats. "If you die, I'm going to look through your Twitter. And we all know you look at the most horrid stuff there." She choked out, feeling her vision swim with tears. Somehow, she managed to fall asleep. Her arm was wrapped around the bar of Enid's bed. She was awoken when she heard a long, loud beep. "Enid?" Wednesday whimpered, looking up to her heart monitor. A straight line.