Sweet but psycho
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Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader
Summary: A psychopathic patient and her nurse ā what could possibly go wrong?
āDid you need to see me, Dr. Weems?ā Y/N asked timidly.
The nurse pushed the door open a little widerājust enough to step inside. Nervousness was written all over her face as she stopped in front of her supervisorās desk.
The imposing blonde woman was leaning over a beige faux-wood desk, her attention fixed on a stack of files arranged with almost obsessive neatness.
Her brows were furrowed, a faint wrinkle creasing her foreheadāa clear sign that she was struggling to make sense of something she was reading. Her blue eyes scanned the pages, pausing longer on certain lines than others.
When the woman finally looked up, their eyes met.
āY/N, how lovely to see you,ā Dr. Weems said with genuine enthusiasm. āAnd Iāve told you before, you can call me Larissa. Weāre friends by now,ā she reminded her, using a tone of mock reproach.
Y/N smiled faintly, her arms relaxed at her sides as she absentmindedly wiped her palms on her light blue uniform pants ā more out of habit than nervousness. Larissaās blue eyes remained fixed on her, her expression softening.
āI called you because I wanted to ask youā¦ a favor.ā She hesitated before finishing, her lips parting into a picture-perfect smile.
Y/N frowned slightly.
āWould you like a cookie?ā Larissa asked in a friendly tone, deflecting the conversation, and offered Y/N the basket of cookies that sat in the corner of her desk, still wearing that plastic smile.
It must be something awful if sheās offering me her favorite cookies, Y/N thought to herself.
She hesitantly reached for the basket, smiling politely as she picked up one of the cookies and took a small bite. Larissa watched her carefully, the silence between them heavy with anticipation, as if she waiting for the right moment to reveal whatever was coming next.
āWellā¦ā Larissa finally broke the silence, setting the basket back in its usual spot on the desk before turning toward her employee with a hint of unease. āIām short-staffed and need someone to work in Wing D ā the psychiatric ward.ā
The smile on her face faltered, her eyes settling on Y/N with a nearly imperceptible plea.
Y/N almost choked on the cookie.
āThe psychiatric ward?!ā she exclaimed, eyes wide with horror.
Larissaās gaze was steady, her tired expression saying more than words ever could.
āYouāll be well compensated,ā Dr. Weems added quickly. āNo night shifts, unless thereās an emergency. And youāll only be responsible for one patient. The usual things: bringing her meals, making sure she takes her medication, and running routine checks.ā
She paused. āYouāll also assist the head doctor of the ward.ā
āOne patient?ā Y/N repeated, curiosity creeping into her tone as she raised an eyebrow.
Larissa glanced down at the file before her, then back up.āHer name is Wednesday Addams. Sheāll be twenty-three in a few months.ā
āDidnāt Caroline go to Wing D a few days ago?ā Y/N asked, brushing a crumb from her lip.
āYes,ā Larissa replied with a casual shrug, ābut she complained, so they gave her some time off.ā
Y/N narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicion flickering across her face. She sighed, biting her lower lip ā she knew she couldnāt afford to say no. Rent, billsā¦ and now this offer that sounded more like an ultimatum.
āAll right, Iāll take it,ā she said flatly.
Larissaās smile returned instantly, revealing her perfect teeth. āWonderful! Iāll prepare the paperwork and you can start tomorrow,ā she said with relief.
Y/N rolled her eyes upward.
(...)
The sharp scent of disinfectant and cleaning products filled her nose. Most people found it nauseating, but to Y/N it was oddly familiar ā almost comforting.
She walked down the corridor of the psychiatric hospital, her footsteps echoing against the polished tiles. The white, bare walls were lit by a harsh fluorescent light that made the air feel sterile, amplifying the chemical smell. She caught the eye of a patient sitting on his bed ā he smiled at her, too wide, too cheerful for the atmosphere of the ward. A shiver ran down her spine, but she kept walking.
Turning a corner, she exhaled in relief when she saw Bianca ā the head doctor of the ward, and her friend.
āGood morning, Bianca,ā Y/N greeted, smiling, genuinely glad to see a familiar face.
Bianca looked up from the chart she was filling out and smiled, both surprised and relieved. āY/N! What are you doing here?ā she asked, pressing the penās clicker and slipping it into the pocket of her white coat in a mechanical motion.
āIāve been transferred,ā Y/N said casually. āIām supposed to take care of someone named Wednesday Addams.ā
Biancaās eyes widened.
āYou know her?ā Y/N asked, puzzled by her reaction.
āYes,ā Bianca said quietly, her tone almost sympathetic. āDonāt be fooled by her Hollywood looks. That psychotic little bitch is manipulative ā and very, very dangerous. Be careful, and donāt get too close.ā
She gave Y/Nās arm a comforting squeeze before walking away toward her office.
Y/N swallowed hard.
The hours passed slowly until it was time to bring lunch to her new patient. Her fingers clutched the tray so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her stomach twisted, her heartbeat pounding violently in her chest as she tried to keep calm.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, tracing a path along her cheek before falling from her chin. She bit the inside of her mouth, stopped in front of door number 77, and took a deep breath through her nose. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she steeled herself.
She opened the door carefully, making sure not to spill the soup and the slice of meat ā neither of which looked particularly appetizing ā and stepped inside.
The room was larger than the others: white walls, a messy bed in one corner, a door leading to the bathroom, a nearly empty desk with a black-bound book on top, and two barred windows.
Her gaze immediately caught a figure perched catlike on the windowsill, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting atop them.
Wednesdayās skin was pale, her jaw sharp enough to carve marble and her long black hair framed her face, falling partly down her back. Her bangs nearly brushed her eyes.
Y/N swallowed hard and stepped toward the desk and the metal tray rattled just a little as she set it down.
āGood afternoon, Wednesday,ā she said, her voice calm but careful.
From the windowsill, a slow, even voice replied āItās never a good afternoon in here.ā
Then she turned.
Those eyes ā black, deep, unreadable ā locked onto Y/Nās, and for a heartbeat, the nurse felt as though she were being studied, not simply seen.
Wednesday slid down from the windowsill with the graceful silence of a cat. Her bare feet touched the floor without a sound as she walked toward the table. She stopped in front of the tray, head tilted slightly to the side.
āThis is lunch?ā
āItās what the diet plan requires,ā Y/N answered, keeping her tone steady.
Wednesday examined the tray for a moment, then grimaced. āIt looks like dog food. Except dogs donāt have to pretend they enjoy it.ā
Y/N bit back a nervous smile. āI could ask the cook to add a sprig of parsley next time, if that helps.ā
For the first time, something flickered in Wednesdayās expression ā amusement, maybe. A faint, slow smile curved her lips, carving a small dimple into her left cheek.
āYou have a sense of humor. I wouldnāt have guessed.ā
āIt helps. In places like this,ā Y/N replied, crossing her arms, more for confidence than comfort.
Wednesday took a step closer.
She was smaller than Y/N expected ā barely five foot three ā yet somehow her presence filled the room. Up close, Y/N noticed the delicate freckles across her nose and cheeks, also the ink-black tattoo of a raven spread across her forearm, wings unfurled.
āAre you afraid of me?ā Wednesday asked softly, her tone almost curious.
Y/N swallowed but didnāt move back. āNo.ā
āYouāre lying.ā
āIām just doing my job,ā Y/N said, steady this time.
Wednesday tilted her head, her gaze cutting through her like glass.
āThatās what they all say. Before they get scared.ā
āI donāt scare easily.ā
Wednesdayās lips twitched ā not quite a smile. āWeāll see.ā
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Then Wednesday turned her head, glancing back at the tray with visible boredom.
āYou can leave it. Iām not hungry.ā
Y/N hesitated, then stepped back, her throat dry. āAs you wish.ā
She left the room without looking back, only realizing once she was outside that sheād been holding her breath.
Wednesday Addams hadnāt yelled. She hadnāt threatened her. She hadnāt even raised her voice.
And somehow, that was what terrified her most.
Because the unhinged ones ā the loud, violent ones ā could be contained.
But the calm onesā¦
The calm ones were the most dangerous of all.
