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“Please note that poltergeists are still not classified under the Outcast Protection Act of 1968. Of course the history behind why has to do with the stigma behind the German military and its use of poltergeist during WWII...”
Countless yawns could be heard around the classroom while students desperately tried to stay awake. Unfortunately for them, Professor Silber was the least compelling teacher on campus. Despite his subject being one of the most interesting classes he made it one of the most boring lectures of the day. Rumor had it that Principal Itt was considering replacing him with a Typhon.
Like many of her classmates, Enid was nodding off in between notes.
“Hey Enid, you okay?” Yoko slid her hand across their shared table to touch her arm.
“Huh?” Enid blinked sleepily as she watched her friend scoot closer before pressing the back of her hand against her forehead.
“You’re burning up!” Yoko exclaimed. Werewolves always ran hot, but the blonde’s body temperature was alarmingly higher than normal.
“I think I feel a tickle in my throat,” Enid confessed, looking concerned. “I must be coming down with something.”
“Fuck, E.” Yoko muttered, scooting a bit further away, “You think we should reschedule girl’s night today?”
Enid sighed slumping forward letting her forehead smack onto the table. “Guess so,” she grumbled.
It was close to 7:00 AM when Enid awoke to dark eyes staring back at her. She let out a scream or tried to, but her body felt sluggish and she only let out a half-hearted cry. “You’re sick,” Wednesday stated, pressing her palm to Enid’s forehead.
Enid swallowed harshly, feeling just how dry her throat was.
“I will inform your teachers of your state, please allow me a moment to do so.” The seer stood up allowing Enid to notice she was already dressed in her uniform.
Realizing her girlfriend was about to leave her, Enid whimpered like she was a pup again. From Wednesday’s shoulder Thing signed rapidly causing Wednesday to leave her bedside. A low whine tore itself out of her throat, and the seer quickly emerged back into her line of sight. This time with a familiar stuffed bat in her hand. Wednesday herself had won it on their very first date.
“Here,” Wednesday shoved it into her arms. Enid quickly snuggled up to it letting out a sigh of relief. “Thing thought it would do you some good to have something to,” Wednesday's upper lip curled in disgust. “Cuddle.”
Enid giggled letting out a hoarse, “Thank you, Willa.”
Wednesday jerked her head in acknowledgment before heading out the door with Thing. Slowly Enid drifted back to sleep, heart fluttering at just how sweet Wednesday could be.
The next time Enid woke up she was being lightly shaken by her girlfriend, who softly spoke while pressing her hand against Enid’s forehead. “I need you to sit up, I brought medicine.”
Enid whined willing her body to follow Wednesday’s gentle nudging. Once she was sitting up she grimaced at the spoonful of medicine Wednesday presented her. “Do I have to,” Enid pouted, looking at Wednesday with pleading eyes. “Yes,” Wednesday deadpanned. “Now say ‘ah’”
Enid grumbled but took the medicine with a gag. Wednesday just rolled her eyes at her paramour’s dramatics.
Wednesday brandished a small blue jar, twisting the top off and dipping two fingers into it.
“Now, I only say this once in a blue moon but may you take off your shirt?”
If Enid wasn’t already red from the fever she would have flushed a deeper shade of red. She silently complied, peeling off her shirt, an ache in her muscles as she did so.
The seer reached over and smeared the medicine across the top of Endi’s chest, going back to collect more of the balm before running it against Enid’s neck and back. Instantly Enid feels relief, her body melting at Wednesday’s touch as the balm left a cool sensation on her skin.
“Smells like mint,” Enid slurred, sniffing the air.
“The ointment leaves a strong mint odor due to the methanol in it,” Wednesday remarked, carefully doting some of it under Enid’s nose.
“I can breathe better,” Enid observed, feeling her stuffy nose finally get some relief.
“It doesn’t unclog your nose, it’s just the smell of methanol tricking your brain into believing it is.” Enid hummed while Wednesday helped her back into her shirt, leaning forward to bury her face in Wednesday’s neck. “Are you done or are you going to put leeches on my feet?”
“Unfortunately for you, I have run out of leeches,” Wednesday said.
Enid’s shoulders shook with silent laughter before she kissed Wednesday’s neck. “Charmer.”
It took Enid a full week to get better.
Today marked the last day of her little quarantine and Wednesday decided to let Enid sleep in for a bit longer. She opted to eat breakfast with Bianca, conversing about possible strategies for the upcoming tournament. Wednesday was arguing about a particular style change when she suddenly felt her heart rate spike.
Sensing something was off with the seer, Bianca paused her counterargument to look at Wednesday with a slightly concerned look. “Are you okay?”
Wednesday stifled a cough, tugging at her collar to pop the buttons. “I- I believe I have been poisoned.”
Bianca, despite having gotten used to Wednesday’s weirdness, stood up alarmed, barely having caught Wednesday as she fell over.
Enid nearly ripped her way through the nursing staff when she heard what happened. Only calming down when she saw Bianca. The siren was quick to explain the situation, downplaying the severity by reminding Enid that Wednesday occasionally poisoned herself, along with family members.
Enid deflated slightly at the reminder. She recalled the numerous stories Morticia had told her when she visited last summer, of a smaller cuter Wednesday who would always find her way into their cyanide stash. Demanding her parents sprinkle some into her champurado and hot chocolate.
She even learned that Wednesday preferred two spoonfuls of cyanide and cardamon in her coffee.
“She’s sleeping right now,” Bianca said. “I’m gonna go pick up her school work and I’ll drop it off at your dorm.”
Enid thanked her before rushing in to see Wednesday leaving Bianca at the door shaking her head at the couple’s dramatics.
Wednesday woke up to a death grip on her hand, a slight smile tugged at her lips, her favorite type of hand-holding.
“I’m awake, darling.” Wednesday rasped, swallowing.
Her skin felt clammy, and her heartbeat was still high. She closed her eyes briefly to relish her pained state. While she hadn’t planned to be poisoned she still did enjoy the occasional effects on her human body. She would have to call her parents later tonight and ask what the surprise was for.
Perhaps Pugsley finally succeeded in his first murder.
Enid looked relieved to see her awake, squeezing her hand tighter, causing the machine hooked up to Wednesday to skyrocket. She felt a slight heat in her ears at the lovesick look in the wolf’s eyes.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Enid asked, softly brushing away the baby hairs stuck to Wednesday’s forehead.
“Wonderful,” Wednesday murmured, heatedly. Enid sighed exasperated but didn’t comment, having already resigned to accepting her mate’s weird pleasures.
“Did the nurse tell you when I could be discharged?” Wednesday asked, motioning for the cup of water next to Enid.
“Once your heartbeat returns to its original state you can go.” Enid tilted the cup against Wednesday’s lips, careful not to overspill as Wednesday weakly drank.
“That might be a while, my original heartbeat is-”
“30 beats, I know.”
Wednesday huffed at being interrupted. “There is no reason for me to stay in here. I regularly shock myself and have had irregular heart palpitations plenty of times.”
“Honestly, I’d worry if I didn’t know any better.”
“Was our visit at my family ball that shocking to you?”
“Wednesday, baby, love of my life, it was absolutely mind-boggling.” Enid still couldn’t even process everything she had seen last winter. Catapults, bombs, sword fights, sentient trees, and near stabbings. She shuddered at the memory. Enid was still trying to wash the smell of gunpowder out of her clothes.
“Well you’re a part of it now, so what does that make you?”
“Yours,” Enid whispered, leaning down teasingly.
“Mi cielo,” Wednesday gave her the softest look as she held her hand out to stop the wolf from kissing her. “It pains me to say this but we must not kiss. I am unsure if the nurse properly flushed the poison from my body.”
“Raincheck?”
“Of course. Now is there any way you could get me more of what I ate?”
"Respectfully babe, what the fuck."