Wenclair

~73~

Wednesday's POV:

I shift my weight uncomfortably. I need to process what she just said.

"What? Why do you think that?" I ask her, confused as fuck. Enid pets the cat's head, making her way downward to rub its belly.

"During my coma, Layla was cheating on Yoko. And once Yoko found out, she was heartbroken. Then, you killed Layla and ran off. For some stupid reason, I turned you in and you refused to go to jail and got killed." She explains, her voice has a small hint of sadness to it.

I look down to the ground. I don't want to put the focus on my part. It's not the main point right now. The main thing is Layla and Yoko.

"But that was just all in a dream though. It couldn't have been real." I say.

Enid shakes her head. "I know, but I just have a feeling. Has Layla grown weird with Yoko anyhow?" She asks.

I exhale, clicking my tongue as I think. I have noticed a small, but noticeable, change in their relationship. Layla hasn't been around Yoko much. Even during vacation.

"I have noticed Layla has been a bit distant with Yoko," I say slowly. "But- But that doesn't mean anything!" I quickly add.

Enid shakes her head. "Believe what you want. But, I think I need to tell Yoko about this." She says.

She's about to stand up but I place my hand on her thigh to stop her. I noticed her face turned red and she tensed up. I grin a little. I guess I forgot she hasn't been touched in a long time.

"Hey! Don't even. I been in a coma for six months. Of course, I'm going to feel weird to touch." Enid exclaims, most likely noticing my face.

I put my hands up.  "Okay, okay, sorry," I say, still grinning.

I think I might have to change that later.

"You should wait a little, and then tell her. But anyway, is there anything else that happened?" I ask.

She pauses. She seems... scared about something. I think. I'm not so sure. I can't read her emotions.

"Have you... had any dreams about me or you dying in the end?" Enid asks.

I stop. My mind stopped thinking, I stopped breathing. I feel my skin turning cold.

"Y-yes," I mumble.

I hate talking about nightmares. It makes me feel weak. I've been waking up in the middle of the night, screaming, drenched in sweat. And every time... EVERY SINGLE TIME... the word I screamed was always...

Enid.

"In the coma, you had a dream that you overheard the nurses talking about how I could never wake up. Then you killed yourself." Enid says.

My head jerks towards Enid, my eyes widen in shock. She jumps a little. "What?" She exclaims, cluelessly.

I lower my face and shake my head. "Nothing, sorry," I say.

Then, I feel a hand on my own thigh and I tense up. Jesus, now I know how she felt. Haven't had her touch for a while. It's nice to have it back.