a series of [un]fortunate events || a wenclair collection [explicit]

12. sick and adorable

Enid's POV

So, Wednesday is really adorable when she's sick. It's rare, because according to her, she never gets sick. Until today. We went back to her house since we weren't allowed to stay at Nevermore in fear of getting everyone else sick, which meant that I got to meet Wednesday's parents who for the most part, were very welcoming of our relationship. Her mom was actually thankful that I was slowly getting Wednesday out of her shell. It was tough as hell, but I loved her too much to give up now. 

Something about sick Wednesday is that she's super clingy. If I'm not in the room, she will walk around and look for me, even when her parents tell her to stay in the bed. I don't mind it, because it's the most she's been willing to let me touch and cuddle her. 

"Enid, did you do something with your hair? It is... sooo soft.."

I couldn't help but blush as Wednesday ran her fingers through my hair. God, she was so cute, and if she wasn't so sick, I'd make out with her and never stop...

"I want you to hold me closer, Enid.."

I pulled her closer to me as she snuggled underneath me, and I had the overwhelming desire to run my fingers through her dark hair, not really caring if she would punish me for it later. I did this for a few minutes, and she made a growling sound. At first, I thought I was tempting death, but I put my head closer to her and basically petted her again and heard the sound once more. Was she...?

"Willa, are... are you purring?"

Sure enough, I ran my hands through her hair in a back and forth motion, and giggled at the fact that Wednesday was actually, like, legit purring like a little kitty cat, and I nearly melted from this absolutely adorable sign of affection from her...

"Mmm... m-more... I.. I like when you do that.."

I continued playing in her hair, causing her to snuggle closer and purr even louder in my chest. She was burning up and sweating from her fever, and it was starting to concern me, but do I dare get up? Well, my bladder was causing me to lose this fight, but damn was Wednesday latched onto me like a little kid.

"Uh, Willa... baby..?"

No response. The poor dear must have fallen asleep, but I really needed to get up... I ever so slightly nudged her awake, and was met with a groan of annoyance.

"I'm super sorry, I just... I need to pee really bad, and I've been in this bed for almost an hour. I also need to get more medicine for you.."

Wednesday just groaned again.

"What time is it..."

I glanced at the clock. 5:45pm. 

"Uhh, almost 6pm?"

Wednesday groggily sat up, her hair disheveled and she probably didn't know what was going on. God damn it, she was fucking adorable, I couldn't take it anymore. Fuck getting sick, I grabbed her and enveloped her in the most passionate kiss I could muster, hearing her purr once again.

"What was that for? Not that I disliked it, mind you."

"You're just so cute, I couldn't take it anymore..."

Wednesday blinked at me slowly. She was probably still really sleepy.

"Willa, why don't you go back to sleep? Once I use the bathroom, and bring your medicine, we can cuddle some more?"

Wednesday yawned.

"No, I... I need the bathroom too... It has been almost 2 hours..."

I giggled as I kissed her again. 

Maybe risking being sick wouldn't be so bad after all.

E N i D.