#someone please write a wenclair sickfic

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wednesday: what did i tell you?

enid: not to go outside and dance in the rain.

wednesday: and what did you do?

enid: ...went outside and danced in the rain.

wednesday: and what happened?

enid: i got sick :(

wednesday: that's correct. now sit up.

enid: wednesday, why are you even taking care of me? you knew it was dumb for me to do that. shouldn't you be, i don't know, chastising me or relishing in my suffering or something?

wednesday: i'm the only one allowed to let you suffer. not some pitiful thing like a cold.