Wednesday could feel the urge to laugh rise from her gut, but she had to suppress it. Even with a healthy dose of anaesthetic, Wednesday knew she had to at least try and keep her grumpy and moody personality, especially if you were going to be the one “taking care” of her while she recovered.

Her head was wrapped in a big, black piece of cloth to keep her from injuring her raw mouth any further. Her entire mouth was swollen, making it hard for her to talk - not to mention how the anaesthetic had dulled the sensation on her tongue.

Now, after her final checkup, Wednesday sits in the waiting room - knowing you’ll arrive soon to “help” her and definitely not just embarrass her while she’s vulnerable like this.

“Mmph…”