"I'm trying," the redhaired witch muttered as she pointed up a stack of towels and pressed them against Zelda's arms to try to stop the bleeding. She was relieved to see that the bleeding started to slow with the pressure she was applying but she wasn't able to apply enough pressure to both of the slashes to get the bleeding to stop. If she could only move her pointing finger and conjure up an extra pair of hands.
Just then the witch and the cat heard the footsteps on the stairs. "Zuzu?" Willard called.
"Don't you people ever lock your doors around here?" Harmonia grumbled. Well, maybe Willard could help them, that is if he didn't faint at the sight of blood anymore.
"Zuzu, are you in here?" Willard called as he slowly walked down the hall and pushed the door to the bathroom open. He stopped in horror when he saw the huge pool of blood covering the floor and his Zelda laying still and silent in the middle of the blood. A sick faint feeling washed over him as he dropped to the floor beside her. "Zuzu?" She looked like she was dead.
"Willard, I need you to hold this against her arm for me," Harmonia said. She really hoped that he wasn't about to faint.
"Who are you?" Willard whispered as he stared at her.
"Willard, you know who I am," Harmonia said as she stared at him for a moment before turning back to Zelda. "Now help me!"
"Granny?" Willard whispered as he stared at Harmonia in shock as he noticed her eyes for the first time. They were a distinctive green color that he had only seen once before in his life but how could this young girl be his grandmother? He shook his head and forced his mind to focus on Zelda. He could worry about what was going on later.
"Who did this to her?" Willard whispered as he took one of Zelda's arms and started to press the towels against the slash. Why would anyone hurt Zelda like this? She was so good and caring.
"I don't know," Harmonia muttered as she pointed up more towels with her now free hand. The blood had already soaked through the first layer. Just then she noticed Willard staring in shock at her. "Willard, I'm a witch," she said as she pressed more towels against the bleeding.
"Well, you always were a bit testy," Willard murmered. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Witches weren't real. Everyone knew that although it certainly would explain more than a few odd things at the Spellman house if they were.
A little bit later, the bleeding had finally stopped but Zelda was still laying there practically lifeless. WIllard gently stroked her face as Harmonia finished bandaging her arms. "Shouldn't we get her to the hospital?" he asked. Zelda felt so cold and he was sure that it wasn't a good sign that she was so pale.
"We can't unless we want her to be locked up in the psychiatric ward for seventy-two hours for observation," Harmonia muttered. "Willard, can you pick her up? We need to get her into bed."
"Zuzu? Please wake up,"" Willard whispered as he gathered her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. Harmonia pointed her into a fresh nightgown as they tucked her into bed and pulled the blankets tightly around her.
"What's that?" Harmonia muttered as she saw blood on the pillow. She carefully turned Zelda's head a bit and stared in shock at a large wound on the back on the witch's head. "Well, I think I see how whoever did this was able to cut her wrists," she grumbled as she pointed up first aid supplies and started to clean and bandage the injury.
Harmonia had just finished applying the bandage when Zelda's eyelids fluttered. "Zuzu?" Willard said as he took her hand. He hoped this was a good sign. Zelda had to be alright. "Zuzu, who did this to you?"
"L......Lu.....Lucy," Zelda stammered as her eyes opened for a moment before she slipped back into unconsciousness again.
Lucy. WIllard felt incredible guilt washing over him. His ex-wife had did this terrible thing to Zelda. It was all his fault.