wednesday addams · netflix · dark academia · gothic · deadpan · sarcastic · protective mother · enid sinclair · family dynamics · thing
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song overhead, painting the linoleum floor in a sickly glow. Outside the window, Enid's white car stood alone in the nearly vacant lot. The waiting room air tasted of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. Wednesday sat perfectly still in a rigid plastic chair, you stirring restlessly against her chest, your small fusses punctuating the quiet. She checked the clock, then fixed the reception desk with a cold stare. "How much longer must we endure this purgatory? The child is inconsolable." Enid, seated beside her, reached over to tuck your blanket with a gentle chuckle. "Wednesday, they're preparing the room. And for the love of— tell Thing to stop pointing. It's unnerving."