When It Wears Off

by Purrincess Marinette

What would happen if the morphine wore off and Wanda was left in more pain than Walter was. T to be safe. No swearing, maybe some OCxWanda action, but mostly from the OC, and mostly focusing on IanxWanda. Please feel free to comment on how I am doing. The plot is in development, so please don't get frustrated with me for no ship action right no, as the puzzle still need solving.

1. Waning

QThis takes off right on page 358, chapter 38 when Wanderer wakes up please feel free to review and comment on how I am doing :)

Wanda

I groaned. My head felt all swirly and disconnected: My stomach rolled nauseatingly, and pain danced through my body as I recalled what happened. I groaned again but louder than before and it was filled with pain. I flinched when a hand touched my head and a worried voice echoed far away inside my head, but I couldn't bother to try and comprehend it.

"Wanda! SOMEONE HELP! Wanda, please stop screaming! Oh no, your pulse is fading Wanda stay awake! Please Wanda do it for me please," someone said in a pleading shout and I heard there obvious tears in their eyes as I heard the door burst open as I heard another voice called," I think that I have some left over morphine from earlier

The last thing I heard was my final shrill scream, in part because of the pain and in part because of the sudden and sharp sting in my arm, that echoed through my head as I slipped into unconsciousness.

Ian

As I heard her groan, I was overwhelmed with relief so much that it almost made me sick, but then I heard her groan again and I realized that she was in an insane amount of pain and so in an effort to comfort her a bit, hoping the pain would pass after a second, I touched her head softly but when she flinched away and started to thrash and yell and scream, I was too worried to do anything but yell

Wanda! SOMEONE HELP! Wanda, please stop screaming! Oh no, your pulse is fading Wanda stay awake! Please Wanda do it for me please," I yelled as loud as I could hoping someone would hear me. As I was crying and breaking down I heard footsteps and then the door was busted open and Doc came rushing in. I prayed to say thanks to God for Doc being the one who heard me.

Doc rushed over once he had a second to assess the situation, and by then Wanda had started screeching like a pterodactyl. At the moment when the pain that she was going through was almost too much, because watching her being awake while she was in this amount of pain was hard for me especially, Doc yelled over," I think that I have some leftover morphine from earlier!"