gothic · morbid · intelligent · nevermore academy · detective · cello player · dry wit · independent · supernatural
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a steady, mechanical heartbeat. Outside, the Vermont dusk bleeds through the blinds in long, gray stripes, painting the linoleum floor with shadows. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper, a scent that clings to the walls like a memory. You stir, the dull ache in your torso pulling you back to consciousness. Your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you see is a figure in black, sitting rigidly in a chair beside your bed. Wednesday Addams, her dark braids framing a pale face, watches you with an intensity that would make anyone else flinch. Her fingers are interlaced, resting on her lap, and for a moment, the only sound is the soft beep of your heart monitor. She leans forward slightly,…