Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for and of course there is gonna be a second part. I live for angsty things so this was incredibly exciting to write.
part two
Carry you
Your eyes go wide when you see her knees give in, she bends to the side, unable to stop the numbness in her body that doesnāt allow her to react, to say a single word of protest. The poison starts sliding quickly and Larissa feels it as her body stiffens, her breath quickens, her head gets fuzzy. Rage, worry, incredulity rush over you at what just presented before your eyes. Your powers start tingling, your fingers explode with the will to lash out all the energy you always guarded inside of you. Before reaching Larissa to the ground, you extend your arms and a vortex of energy makes the walls shake, the jars crush down, the windows break all together. A scream is what follows. Laurel is catapulted three meters away from Larissa; her body crashes with violence against a chest of drawers full of dusty, heavy books that, following the collision, fall upon her already weakened body, thatās now knocked down by electric shock. Wednesday, who has never really imagined you could be able to discharge such a power, opened her mouth in pure shock and silent admiration.
āProfessor y/n?ā, she says hesitantly, concern written in her dark orbits.
You take a quick glance at her, in order to reassure her. Larissa seems so feeble and weak, out of the blue. Itās so unlike her, you feel like trapped in a bubble. Your mind screams for her to get up. You know it wouldnāt have been that easy. Her chest rises and falls so quickly it makes your head spin. You wish to end Laurelās life, but at the same time you canāt waste precious time dealing with her, when Larissa needs immediate care from you. āLarissaā, your knees slip on the ground next to her, your fingers, with extreme delicacy, touch the spot where she has been poisoned, slowly turning into a nasty shade of purple, second after second. She doesnāt respond to you, yet for a moment, her blue eyes meet yours and a thin smile grace upon her features. Itās like she feels reassured by your presence. It makes you smile too. A watery smile. āHold on, okay? Iām hereā, you say gently, chocking on your own tears. āYouāre going to be alrightā, itās a promise you intend to keep, no matter the cost.
āWednesday, hurry up! Come!ā, you stretch your arm towards her, and she takes your hand, while the other is gently wrapped around Larissaās one. A second after, you teleport the two of them out of the building, in a quieter place, so that you could take care of Larissaās injury.
Once outside, you place Larissaās head over your lap, gently stroking her hair while doing so. She is unconscious, yet her beautiful blue eyes open at times, only to close tightly a second after. You can tell she is fighting to stay alive, but after all, what else could you expect from her? She was a fighter, always have been. āIs she going to be alright?ā, a thin tone comes out of Wednesdayās mouth. Itās the first time you hear her being so concerned. You know the girl has grown fond of Larissa, even if she could deny it till infinite times. It was impossible to not grow feelings for a woman of such dedication, kindness and intelligence. You were the witch, yet you felt Larissa was the one that had cast a spell on you.
You briefly look at her giving her a firm nod of your head. āI wonāt let her shift away from meā, you mutter, gently stroking her now paler skin. She is sweating, and muttering incomprehensible words, and you hush her softly, telling her not to force herself to do anything. āResist. IĀ begĀ you, Larissaā.
You gently brush your lips against her forehead, feeling her temperature rise. āYou hear me? Stay with me. Iāve got youā, your voice comes out weak and shaky, barely audible, yet your powers feel totally the opposite. Strong and determined as they have never been. You place your palms over her chest, immediately feeling the magic rushing from you towards her. Itās white magic, the one capable to heal, the most powerful only few witches can perform. This was for you the first time, since you never had to put all your energy to save someone hanging between life and death. Youād have never let Larissa die, not until you had used all the energy at your disposal. Your body begins tingling, your eyelids tremble and your heartbeat speeds as much as Larissaās one.
Wednesday lightly furrows her brows, noticing the drop of dark blood sliding down your nostrils. She is concerned about you, yet she doesnāt dare to interrupt whatever youāre doing. You seem to be portraited in another world as focus on the act of healing. Closing your eyes, you see Larissa smiling down at you, her hand gently stroking your cheek, her voice whispering in your ear, making you shiver, making you laugh, making you feel alive. She is generous, funny and even playful, when she is around you. These things come back to you, giving you the strength to gather all the magic within you, to restore Larissaās energy. āCome on, Larissa. Fight!ā, you say, your voice comes out hoarse, yet itās determined.
Wednesday is speechless when she looks down, noticing the poison getting out of the neckās little cut, caused by the syringe. You feel your own temperature rise, your bones turn into jelly, and your vision alters. You let out a suffocated moan as you feel the air being stolen from your lungs, but you keep pushing and pushing. She is what matters to you. Larissa is too important to you. Sheās your best friend, your family, the one that never turned her back to you. If she only knew how you felt in her regards. If she only knew what her presence did to you. But how could you be so selfish and ruin the bond that existed between the two, by telling her you loved her. You so deeply loved her that sometimes it pained you. āPlease, fight, fight,Ā fightā, you mutter weakly. It hurts you to talk, to stand upright, to even breath. A tear rolls down your cheek as you bend to look at her, careful not to let your own blood get in the way. Your face never looked paler before and Wednesday is concerned you might faint any moment now. You see Larissaās eyes move under her eyelids, meaning that she is struggling to open them. A hint of hope makes you chuckle lightly. It was working. Once the last drop of poison comes out of her neck, you let out another moan. You feel like being stabbed in the throat by several needles over and over and your whimpers get louder. The principal starts moaning too, but itās not pain what bothers her, itās more like a huge sense of pleasure invading her body. Itās what itās healing her. āYouāre healing herā¦ā, Wednesday is dumbfounded and incredibly amazed by what youāre able to do. A cloud of white magic enlightens the entire body of the principal, meaning that it reached upon every inch of it. It feels like a soft breeze to her, whereas it burns like fire to you. Your throat tightens, your head start spinning, your fingers go numb.
She opens her eyes. Larissa isnāt sweating anymore, and her temperature slowly goes back to normal. She meets your gaze for a brief time, and you feel content, relieved to have saved her. āRissaā¦ā, you mutter, a soft smile graces upon your lips as in the needless attempt to show a hint of strength. Truth be told, you have none left. You know youāre about to pass out, since there is no magic left within you to stop the process. āYouā¦ youāre okayā, you stutter happily. Your head feels so light, you blink repeatedly. You simply want to close your eyes. Just for a moment.
Larissa furrows her brows in confusion. She wonders what just happened. Her eyes mirror yours and her heart breaks into pieces, noticing the state youāre in. She calls your name in a whisper. Once, twice. Incredulity hits her hard like a slap in the face. You donāt reply, yet you try to say something, but no word comes out from your mouth, which scares her even more. Blood slides over your now white lips, once plump and peachy. Itās like you choke on your own voice, trapped inside of you. Panic rushes through her. Larissa quickly stands on her knees, so that she can be at the same level as you. Her hands, before iced, feel now warm and welcoming as they cup your cheeks with so much tenderness and care.
āSleepyā, you manage to say, as you start losing all your will to sit upright. āOne momentā¦ to sleepā, you continue, leaning forward. āNo, no, no, noā, Larissa is ready to catch you, tightly holding you in her protective arms. āDonāt close your eyes now. Stay awake,Ā open your eyes!ā, she feels like screaming. Her eyes scan you and then Wednesday, as to ask for help. She doesnāt know what to do. She doesnāt know what you did. The most independent woman is now feeling as scared as a little kid and Wednesday sees it through her eyes, vailed with fear.
āShe healed you with her magicā, she informs the principal; her eyes shine with worry as well. āWe can help her restore her energy. We have some of her potions in her lab. Maybe-ā, Larissa doesnāt let her finish, as she simply prompts her to go as quickly as she can.
āIāll be right back!ā, the teen says, before disappearing in a rush.
Your lips soon lose their natural color, and under your eyes a deep shade of black comes up. āYouā¦ā, she urges you, rocking you back and forth like a baby. āThe risks you always take for othersā, she cries softly, shaking her head at the same time. āWhen will you learn?ā, you hear her, feeling like chuckling since she can scold you even in such conditions. But you donāt react. You simply want to sleep. You want to tell her, she shouldnāt worry, yet you canāt. āOnce you open your eyes, youāll see what I do to youā, she shakes her head, tears stream down her face with insistence, blurring her vision. āPlease resist as I did. YouĀ oweĀ meā.
You do what your body urges you to do and last thing you feel are Larissaās soft lips placed above yours, with both softness and passion. Can it be? Are you dreaming already? Is it true? Itās the last thing you remember before falling into a deep slumber.
