Snippets And Conversations

Playground Bitch

Wednesday sobbed harder, being reminded of how they look. Her hand throbbed painfully, twitching slightly. Each bump in the road makes it worse. Weems stroked the top of her head after cleaning the spit from it. "She will pay."

Parking, the group rushed inside. Running up to the counter, the nurse popped her gum. "Name?"

"Me or my daughter?"

"Your daughter. Obviously."

"Oh, Wednesday We-Addams. Wednesday Addams."

The receptionist raised an eyebrow.

"Wednesday? Alright. Parents these days..." She muttered under her breath, typing something on her computer. "And what's wrong with her?"

Weems held up her littles mangled hand, making the girl cry harder.

"Sorry, sweetie. Some ass- I mean, some kid at the playground stomped on her hand."

"Huh. Okay." The nurse didn't seem the slightest bit concerned as she resumed her typing. "Well then, Wednesday, go have a seat. It might be a while." She spoke Wednesday's name as though it was a slur, dragging out the vowels.

The group sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs, Wednesday cradled in her mothers arms as she weeped.

After three hours of sitting in the chairs, Wednesday started to nod off. Enid and Marilyn left about an hour into the wait, with the promise of food and coloring books. That was an hour and a half ago.

The sound of thunder sounded just outside the building, making Wednesday jump. She tried to sit up, but quickly brought her hand to her chest after grazing them against the arm rest. Larissa had a good hold on the girl, so when she felt the girl move she fastened her hold.

"Mama..." Wednesday whined, "I wanna go home."

"We will after your hand gets fixed. I think you're next, sweetie."

Wednesday rubbed her cheek against the woman's chest. Snuggling close to the shapeshifter.

"I don't like it here, Mama," She mumbled, closing her eyes.

"Oh I know, darling. Me neither." Weems pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting her lips stay there. They both sat in silence for a while until Larissa felt a small hand tugging at her shirt. She looked down, finding Wednesday looking up at her with desperate eyes and her good hand wrapped around the neckline of Weems' shirt.

"Sweetie, you can't nurse here, I'm sorry." Wednesday's eyes filled with tears and she whimpered, slumping back against her caregiver. She pushed her face into the woman's breasts instead, settling for the next best thing.

"Wednesday Addams?" A sharp voice rang through the room, and Wednesday almost growled in anger. Just as she was getting comfy. Larissa stood up, carrying Wednesday bridal style as they followed after the nurse.

"Oooh, those are some very poorly fingers." She sympathised with Wednesday in her British accent, cupping her cheek. The little, surprisingly, didn't react negatively, letting the nurse touch her. "I'm sorry it took so long. We're terribly understaffed today." She leant closer to Wednesday. "And Gertrude from reception is being a meanie today."

Wednesday giggled as the doctor stuck her tongue out in mock disgust.

"Go on ahead and lay her down here." She gestured towards the exam table in the room. The paper being laid upon it already. "I'll be taking some vitals and then the doctor will come. We'll get your fingers all fixed up, okay?"

Wednesday nodded, watching the woman grab the cuff to put on her arm.

"I'm gonna put this on your arm, then check your ears and temperature." The doctor told her, pressing a button to turn the machine on. Taking the medical scope, she hummed. "You have carrots growing in this one, how silly is that?"