Can't Ask, Don't Need, Won't Acknowledge

Chapter 32: Vasovagal syncope

Wanda sat by her peg on the bench in the changing rooms, she couldn’t explain this feeling in the point of her stomach. She felt dizzy and sick and she didn’t know why. Wanda took a deep breath, as she felt her chest constrict and her throat tighten. Was she having a panic attack? She put her head between her legs to try and stop herself from feeling so faint. Wanda’s head was pounding as she felt memories and images invade her mind.

“Wanda are you ok?” asked Becky in concern from her seat across the room.

Wanda shook her head vigorously as she tried to get a grip on herself. “No…” she whimpered.

“Miss!” shouted Becky heading towards the door, “Miss! Wanda isn’t well!”

Wanda put her hands above her head, the room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller. She had to get out, she had to escape, she got to her feet and staggered towards the door. That was the last thing Wanda remembered seeing before she blacked out.

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Natasha rushed towards the nurse’s office as soon as she heard. She burst into the small room and saw her teenager awake but holding an ice pack to her forehead. Natasha approached her kid and gently pulled away the ice away in order to check her head and grimaced at the bruise forming there.

“What happened?”

Wanda just shook her head, “Just decided I needed to say hello to the wall. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Natasha pursed her lips in annoyance, “Wanda I would think very carefully before you answer again, you know how I deal with lies.”

Wanda grimaced, “I passed out.”

“Ok let’s get you home sweetheart,” explained Natasha.

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Wanda and Natasha walked silently into the house, Wanda hung her coat on the peg in the hallway. She then went to escape up the stairs to her bedroom, but Natasha grabbed her arm. “Wanda we need to talk,” explained Natasha gently. Wanda wrenched her arm away from the older woman.

“My head hurts and I’m tired, I just want to lie down,” exhaled Wanda in annoyance.

“Wanda please…”

“Fine,” stomped Wanda brushing past the woman with her shoulder and heading into the kitchen. She angrily threw open the fridge and pulled out the carton of fresh orange juice. Wanda unscrewed the cap and watched it fall to the floor, she brought the box to her lips and chugged down some of the contents messily.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at her, as she placed the now cap-less juice back into the fridge, “You finished?”

“Are we done?” asked Wanda back with attitude.

‘Sit now,” stated Natasha firmly, pointing at the table. Wanda rolled her eyes but took a seat dropping dramatically with a loud bang as the wooden chair leg angrily connected with the floor.

Natasha approached her and gently laid a hand on her head, Wanda flinched at the contact. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s fine, barely a bruise,” explained Wanda averting her eyes away from the concerned look on Natasha’s face.