Nurse Enid to The Rescue!
A sick fic requested by @straightchillin1607
And also a snuggle fic requested by @drunkenbartend
Hereâs the ao3 link if you wanna read it there!
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Enid woke up early.
She usually woke up early, with plenty of time to wake up before classes began. But the sun hadnât even come up yet. Her eyes were greeted with the soft glow of the fairy lights she strung above her bed. Rain tapped ever so gently on the big round window in her dark dorm room. The mountain of plush animals and blankets kept her warm from the storm outside. Soft sounds of thunder rumbled gently in the distance.
After a moment of drowsiness, Enid had realized why she had woken up from her cozy slumber. She turned in her bed to face Wednesday in the bed on her half of the room. A cacophony of coughs and groans emerged from Wednesdayâs bed as she tossed and turned in her sleep. Enid sat up, turned on the lamp on her crowded night stand, and put on her colorful rainbow unicorn slippers. She shuffled over to Wednesdayâs bed quietly. She knelt down right next to her bed. Wednesdayâs sweaty face was slightly illuminated by the light from Enidâs lamp.
âWednesday⌠are you okay?â she whispered. She shook her gently to get her attention.
All Wednesday could do was moan in response and cough.
Enid placed the back of her hand on Wednesdayâs forehead. It was alarmingly warm. Like Wednesdayâs heart, her body temperature was usually quite cold. âOh my God! Youâre burning up!â Enid whispered hastily. She got up and knocked on Wednesdayâs desk to awaken Thing. The hand groggily crawled out of the drawer. âWednesday is sick. Can you go get a wet towel from the dorm bathroom please?â Thing made a motion of understandment and quickly scurried out of the room.
More coughs erupted from Wednesday. Enid put her hand on her girlfriendâs shoulder in response. âWhatâs going on, Weds?â
âMy throat feels as if I'm swallowing daggers. Every infernal cough sends a rush of pain through my body. Everything feels so hot. I hate sweat. I cannot wait for the sweet release of death,â Wednesday mumbled out. She looked up at Enid. Her big brown eyes filled with a type of despair that was clearly not like the despair she likes. Enid felt her heartstrings be pulled at the sight.
âShh⌠shh⌠I know, I know⌠youâll be ok,â she assured her. Enid grabbed Wednesdayâs warm hand that was dangling off the side of the bed and held it.
After a few minutes, Thing came back with a small wet towel. Enid thanked Thing and he ran back to his drawer to sleep. She placed the towel on Wednesdayâs forehead. Wednesday let out a noise of relief. âThere we go⌠feels nice, huh?â Enid said warmly. Wednesday squirmed and nodded in response. When the towel became warm and Wednesday affirmed she did not feel as hot anymore, Enid sighed out, âWhen the sun comes out, Iâll take you to the nurse so she can look out for you, okay?â
As Enid tried to go back to her bed, she was held back by Wednesdayâs hand still holding onto hers. Enid turned her head around confused. âDonât goâŚâ Wednesday pleaded weakly. Enid was nearly horrified at Wednesdayâs state. Never could she have ever imagined Wednesday acting affectionate in any shape or form. She really was sick, Enid thought. Enid returned to her girlfriendâs side.
âSleep in my bed tonight? Please,â Wednesday coughed.
Enid couldnât believe it. She must have been dreaming or hallucinating. She felt excitement grow inside of her. Enid had been trying to reassure Wednesday that she can be more affectionate when theyâre alone. And this time felt perfect. âAre you sure?â Enid asked, smiling.
âIf you make me ask you again, I will put you in a cardboard box outside of a gas station that has âfree muttâ written on the front of it,â Wednesday responded in her usual cold tone.
Enid nearly jumped onto the opposite side of Wednesdayâs bed. She laid on her side facing Wednesdayâs back and pulled her closely towards her. Her body wasnât as warm as it was earlier, but she still felt pleasant to hold. She held onto her tightly and buried her face in Wednesdayâs dark, unbraided hair.
âIs this okay?â Enid asked.
âYes,â Wednesday confirmed.
Wednesday was too sick and tired to complain about how âaffectionate and grossâ she was snuggling her, which to her sounded like a better excuse than admitting that she was actually loving every second of it. Wednesday felt all of her pains melt away in Enidâs arms. She felt as if she could finally breathe again after a horrible night.
Enid was the first to fall asleep, snoring softly after five minutes of laying together. Wednesday closed her eyes too, knowing in the morning sheâll wake up safe and sound thanks to her hero, nurse, and girlfriend.
