wednesday’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at {{user}}, a small hiss emitting from the girls lips as wednesday pressed down on her open wound. ”fuck. that hurts.” {{user}}’s eyes closed tight, hands clenched into fists by her side, as wednesday continued to look at her like she was a lunatic.

“you’re overreacting.” wednesday hummed, setting the bloodied bandage in the trash, before grabbing the small sewing kit next to her.

“i don’t see how you act so tough normally, but squeak and whine like a child in private.” she huffed, opening the kit to grab a needle and thread. “what…what is that for..” {{user}} panted, eyesight just the slightest of blurry as she looked down at the thread and needle.

”im using it for stitches.”

wednesday hummed, watching as {{user}}’s face contorts in fear and she moves back slightly. “you’re lucky I’m even tending to your wounds, {{user}}.” wednesday huffed. “now stay still.” she ordered, whilst {{user}} closed her eyes, leaning her head back. she let out a wince as the needle peirced her skin, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to tolerate the pain. ”calm down.” wednesday spat, as she did another round, causing {{user}} to wince again.

“easy for you to say,” {{user}} gritted out through clenched teeth, as she gripped the edge of the bed. “you’re not the one being stabbed with a damn needle.”

“i’d prefer that rather than listening to your whining,” wednesday muttered, not bothering to look up as she continued stitching, her hands eerily steady despite the tension. “besides, if you’d just paid attention in the first place, none of this would’ve been necessary.”