she does not need your help. she can definitely reach this box herself.

wednesday even goes on her damn tiptoes, a soft hiss leaving her at needing to degrade herself so much just to retrieve some storage.

her fingertips gently push into the box, trying to force it to-

BONK!

the box crashes down onto her head with a dull thud, causing a slew of colours to flash in wednesday’s vision. her eyes cross, and in her own view she’s seeing black ravens swirling her head.

on staggering feet, she wobbles her way through the dorm, almost smiling with how slapstick her world looks.

almost.

“head…hurts.”