It was just an absent-minded conversation the blond started. More like busying herself so she wouldn't think about Wednesday in the shower.
"I have thought about that recently, and I would not mind if they were dark colors. They would have to be nearly black, of course."
Enid hummed in surprise, not expecting to get an answer. She replied, saying that she would help the raven shop for some clothes when she felt a jab against her arm. The moment she was picking up Wednesday's dirty clothes was when it happened, and she dropped the small pile with a yelp.
"Ah!"
The werewolf whimpered as she saw what looked to be a little thorn stuck in her forearm. She gently pinched and plucked the tiny thing from her arm and flicked it away. The seer then poked her head out and looked at Enid worriedly.
"I'm okay. I just got pricked by a thorn. Sorry about that." The blond smiled sheepishly, partly embarrassed at the fuss she made.
"As long as you are alright, you don't need to apologize. I'll be out in a moment." Wednesday reassured the taller girl.
Enid hummed with a nod and carried the clothes out, feeling like the air was a bit too thick in the bathroom. She placed the pile in Wednesday's hammer before lying on the bed. She closed her eyes and whined when her arm started to ich and feel stiff.
She tried to take a deep breath to relax, but it felt like she had swallowed a golf ball.
"Wends..." her voice was weak, but the seer must have heard because the door slammed open to reveal a panicked Wednesday.
The werewolf saw she had something pinched between her fingers but couldn't tell what. With quick steps, the raven was looking over Enid, then at her desk and searching through her drawers and pulling out a box.
"Hang on, cara mia. I got you. It's going to go be alright."
Enid listened to the shorter girl's deep intentional breaths and tried to mimic them. It was getting harder to breathe, and when she felt another sharp pain in her hip, she reached out to Wednesday, who wrapped the taller girl in her arms.
"Thing! Thing! That fucking unreliable, gangrene-ridden hand of a bastard!" Wednesday huffed as she hoisted Enid and carried her out the door.
(Damn, digging graves must be a workout...)
Enid whined with each step the raven took down the stairs.
"Hush, mi vida. I'm taking you to the nurse." the seer spoke softly as she rushed as fast as she could to the nurse.
Enid took another breath, and it came easier than before. The pain was still there, but the golf ball feeling shrank to a pong ball.
"Wends... It's okay. I'm-"
"You're getting better? Good, but we're still going to the nurse."
All Enid could do at the moment was nod and relinquish her say in the matter. Wednesday has gotten like this a few times in the past. Where the raven knows precisely what to do and the best way to get it done in the quickest way possible. It was quite amusing and mesmerizing to watch. However, it was embarrassing to be carried through an open Quad with a good number of the student body watching.
Wednesday kicked the door to the nurse's office open as her hands were occupied carrying the whimpering werewolf. The man there jumped in surprise, then looked worried when he saw the pair.
"What happ-"
"She was stung by a bee and had an allergic reaction. I had an EpiPen on hand and kept the bee if you needed to run tests on it. I applied the device three minutes ago, and she seems to be doing better." Wednesday cut the man off and handed a small box, likely holding the bee inside.
"Ah. Well, let's keep her here for a while and make sure that the reaction doesn't flare up again."
"Wends..."
Enid's soft whimper reminded the raven to set the blond on the empty bed.
"Yes?"
"Why did you have an EpiPen?"
"Oh, I have stated that I am allergic to color. Thankfully, the colors you currently have saturating our space only cause mild reactions and can be alleviated with medication. I have an EpiPen in the possibility that you may acquire a new color that causes me anaphylaxis."
"Wha- Willa!" Enid tried to sit up from the bed, but her raven gently touched her forehead.
"I am fine, mi loba. Just don't bring anything neon into the room." Wednesday said softly with a small smile before moving into the cot with the werewolf.
With a softer whine, the blond hid in Wednesday's hood and neck. The scent of honey still faintly lingers on pale skin.
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