Blonda brushed the tangles out of her flaxen curls, her sulking reflection in her vanity mirror staring back at her.
The rest of the week was miserable, to say the least. Drama Club decided to produce a new feature at the last minute, something called "The Typhoon." There were dark themes and comic themes; however, it didn't stand as a class favorite. Mrs. Ravenclaw explained that with their budget and the short notice they had, "The Typhoon" was the best she could do to meet the curriculum of the class (apparently even Drama class had a curriculum.) It was a play written by the same playwright, but students found it less relatable, thus the unpopular choice.
Things have been rocky between the squad since Blonda and Luther's breakup. The Gemstone sisters were having relationship issues of their own before the breakup, but the breakup pushed the reality of those issues further into the light. As a result, Amethyst broke up with Dyno on Wednesday, Sapphire broke up with Neptune on Thursday, and Ruby broke up with Bozo that Friday, not even ten hours ago. By the end of the week, it was a clear 'boys against girls' battle, with poor Alewandro stuck in the middle. As a result, Alewandro frequented the company of his girlfriend and her best friend more than the squad, and Blonda honestly didn't blame him.
Also, over the course of the week, Blonda had to deal with her parents yelling at Wanda for ludicrous reasons, which, resulted in Wanda yelling in objection. So what if she went to visit that idiot at the hospital that one time? Why did that warrant some kind of argument every single day after school? She wasn't dating the guy, why couldn't they just let it go?
She could hear Little Mamma getting on Wanda's case...yet again…right outside her door. Something about not going shopping with her and Blonda that evening; Wanda hated shopping with her and their mother, and their mother hated Wanda's wardrobe.
"I don't see why I have to go shopping with you two!" Blonda could hear Wanda's complaint. "You guys end up shopping for yourselves and leave me out to dry!"
"And I don't see why you have to dress like some vampire every day!" Little Mamma countered. "You're an adult now! Those stupid things around your arms are so passé!"
"Why is this a big issue now?!" Wanda deflected. "If how I dressed was such a problem, wouldn't you have dragged me to the mall a while ago?!"
"In case you forgot, I've tried!" Little Mamma recalled, thinking back to the countless other times Wanda has refused to go shopping with her and Blonda since literally 8th grade. "But you fight me like this every single time!"
Blonda sighed as she used her hairband to tie her back-length curls into her signature ponytail. Even Blonda was sick of the B.S., and she didn't have to deal with it directly.
"But then you end up dragging me with you anyway!" Wanda debated. "And every time, you two leave me to go off on your own!"
"Because you never appreciate what I pick out for you!" Little Mamma griped, crossing her arms. "And whatever I do pick out ends up becoming too small for you!"
"Mommy, c'mon, will you?!" Blonda intervened as she exited her bedroom with her purse, noting the sulking expression on her twin's face. "Let's just go without her! She'll slow us down anyhow!"
Wanda watched her sister as she rested her arm on Little Mamma's shoulder, twirling their mother's curls with her other hand.
"Besides," Blonda continued. "we'll miss the sale on miniskirts if you keep this up! It ends at eight! That's just over two hours!"
Little Mamma turned to her daughter, deciding to take her advice, before she turned back to Wanda and instructed "Don't have any guests over since your father won't be home for another three hours."
"You let Blonda have guests over all the time when she's by herself!" Wanda reminded, once again held to different standards than her twin. "Why can't I? The only person that would come over is Susie!"
"Remember what happened last time you were left home alone?"
Wanda opened her mouth to rebut, but fixed her lips into a straight line, no longer seeing the point in arguing.
"Exactly." Little Mamma turned back to Blonda and motioned for her to follow her out to the car, leaving Wanda to go back into her room, slamming the door behind her.
After Blonda and Little Mamma entered the car (Big Daddy usually floated to his business since they didn't live very far, leaving the car for Little Mamma to do as she pleased) Blonda buckled her seatbelt as Little Mamma started the ignition.
"I really needed this shopping trip, Mamma." Blonda admitted, Little Mamma reversing in the driveway so she could drive forward down into the street. "It's been an awful week."
"I can tell, buttercup." Little Mamma replied, driving down passed the trash company with her right signal to merge onto the main road. "It's been a tough week for your father and I as well."
"Daddy still having issues with those vendors?" Blonda asked once they drove down to the stop sign at the end of the neighborhood.
"Unfortunately." Little Mamma answered, looking both ways at the intersection before she pressed the gas pedal. "They haven't been holding their end of the barga-"
A speeding truck crashed head on into the driver's side of the Fairywinkle's car.
Spike, hands in his black cargo pant pockets, floated down the halls of the ICU, traveling to room 205. He became no stranger to the ICU, frequenting the halls every day after school since the news of Cosmo's suicide attempt. Susie and Wanda haven't returned since the altercation, which, Spike expected as such. With Mama Cosma by her son's side practically 24/7, they didn't have much of a choice if they didn't want another shouting match.
What he didn't expect was for Susie and Wanda to approach him in home room, inquiring of Cosmo's progress. He appreciated the sentiment, yet he never had any good news to report. One day, Cosmo's kidneys were on the brink becoming end stage. The next, Cosmo's brain activity decreased. And that morning his mother texted him saying Cosmo's lungs were on the verge of collapsing. Getting his hopes up on actual good news only made the disappointment more disappointing.
Mama Cosma played with her son's shaggy locks, reminding her of her late husband's. She supported her chin with her other palm as her elbow rested on the mattress of the bed. As much as she didn't want to take time off of work due to the anticipation of hospital expenses, she couldn't bring herself to concentrate at her job while her son was fighting for his life. She needed to monitor his condition, just like Dr. Studwell and his nursing staff, and she needed to be by his side in the event he finally opened his eyes.
She was shaken from her thoughts by the sound of Spike sliding the door upon his arrival, smiling wearily as he closed the door behind him.
"How's he doin'?" Spike inquired, taking his seat in the chair next to Cosmo's bed.
"Dr. Studwell reported more brain activity." Mama Cosma conveyed tiredly, keeping her eyes on her son. "They think he may have a chance…but his lungs are still too weak to breathe on their own…"
Spike nodded, leaning onto Cosmo's bed with folded arms. "So…do they think he'll wake up?"
"Dr. Studwell still isn't sure." Mama Cosma replied, stuck in low-spirits. "His condition fluctuates so much…it's hard to know for certain…"
Spike noticed the stressed bags under her eyes. "You okay?"
"Not really…" Mama Cosma sighed, brushing Cosmo's hair out of his face with her fingers. "…All of this stress has me restless…and, of course, it's too soon to refill my prescription…"
Spike turned to his friend, aware that Cosmo attempted with the last of his mother's sleeping pills. He turned back to Mama Cosma, hesitating to ask his next question. "…are you…feeling kind of guilty?"
"Are you nuts?" Mama Cosma met Spike's gaze. "That Fairywinkle is the reason we're even here!"
"Even if that's true…" Spike tried to reason. "…you don't think you've played any kind of roll in why Cosmo got so depressed?"
"He was depressed because he became too attached to that girl!" Mama Cosma challenged. "She had that much of a hold on him that he couldn't live with letting her go!"
"Okay, okay, never mind, then." Spike threw his hands in defeat before leaning back onto the bed. "Just thought I'd ask…"
Silence fell upon the pair, Mama Cosma returning her attention to her son, whilst Spike was lost in his own thoughts. Maybe, just a little, Spike had hope that Mama Cosma would come to see the error of her ways.
Apparently not even the near death of her son can make her take any accountability.
With 'The Pure' blasting through her radio speakers, Wanda lay against the pillows on her bedpost, finishing her book 'Tales of the Crypt.' She couldn't call Juandissimo, and Susie was on another date with Alewandro, thus she was left to the device of a fictional tale to distract from her urges.
The vibration of her cellphone averted her attention from her book, and she set her bookmark on the page she was reading and closed her book as she read 'Daddy' on the caller ID. Turning the volume to a quieter setting, Wanda pressed the answer button and greeted "Hi, Dad."
"Wanda, where are you?!"
Wanda side-eyed her phone, thrown from the stress in her father's voice. "At home…why?"
"Get to the hospital!" Big Daddy ordered. "Ya motha and Blonda's been in an accident!"
Wanda blinked in disbelief. She just saw them maybe thirty minutes ago. "Wait…what happened?!"
"Just get to the hospital!" Big Daddy urged. "We'll explain ev'rythin' later!"
The call was disconnected, and Wanda was confused.
Upon Wanda's arrival to the hospital, she turned to her left to see her Uncle Piero and Uncle Carmine sitting on either side of her father. Big Daddy held his white top hat in one hand while the other held his face, his elbow resting on his agitatedly bouncing knee. Carmine massaged Big Daddy's shoulder while Piero acknowledged Wanda as she approached them.
"What's going on?!" Wanda's question was directed to no one in particular.
"The police say it was a drunk driva'." Uncle Piero explained, taking off his hat. "Head on collision on the driva's side…Blonda got a cut on her head and some brusin', in and out of consciousness, but…ya motha was unresponsive."
Big Daddy ran his trembling hand through the silk of his black hair, his blood pressure rising upon hearing the reminder of his wife's terrible condition. Wanda stared towards her father, having never seen him so 'unraveled.'
"Any updates?" Wanda asked her uncle.
"Said they got ya motha in surgery…" Uncle Piero replied. "…tryinna stop the internal bleedin'…"
"Last we heard." Uncle Carmine chimed in as Big Daddy brushed Carmine's hand off his shoulder. "That was fifteen minutes ago."
"Mr. Fairywinkle!?"
Wanda turned around to see Dr. Rip Studwell enter the waiting room. Piero signaled Dr. Studwell to their location as Carmine patted Big Daddy's back, encouraging him to get up from his chair. Dr. Studwell floated over to them, all standing up and attentive to what Dr. Studwell had to say.
"Do you want good news or bad news first?" Dr. Studwell questioned, waiting for Big Daddy's reply.
Big Daddy took a shaky breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Good news first…"
"The good news is…" Dr. Studwell began, meeting Big Daddy's eyes. "…your daughter, Blonda, by the grace of the gods, is stable and will recover. We want to monitor her condition overnight to ensure she hasn't suffered any serious brain injury."
Big Daddy nodded in understanding, gearing himself for what could possibly be the worst news of his life. "…and the bad news?"
Dr. Studwell cleared his throat, trying to maintain his professional composure. "The bad news is…your wife…sir."
Big Daddy noticed Dr. Studwell's hesitation. "Whatta 'bout my wife?"
Dr. Studwell took his own deep breath. "…Your wife, Lenora…she's suffered many bone fractures, including in her skull. We tried to stop the amount of internal bleeding but…the bleeding was in multiple pressure points throughout her body and…I'm afraid we've done all we coul-"
Dr. Studwell found himself pulled by the lab coat, inches away from the ferocity in Big Daddy's pink orbs.
"What chu sayin', Doc!?"
"S-sir, I'm sorry, truly, I-I am!" Dr. Studwell pleaded, fearing for his own life. "…b-but we couldn't save her…"
"Gouda, getta hold of ya'self, will yas?!" Piero commanded, he and Carmine attempting to pull Big Daddy back by the arms. "Don't get security called on ya!"
Wanda's eyes brimmed with tears, looking on as her uncles wrestled with her father to release his grip on Dr. Studwell. She couldn't believe it; her mother was dead…
Dr. Studwell patted down the wrinkles in his lab coat as Big Daddy's rage slowly dwindled in staggered breaths. Piero and Carmine let go of his arms as soon as they knew Big Daddy was calmer, and Big Daddy turned to his daughter, seeing her tears.
"Stop that cryin'!" Big Daddy bellowed, pointing a commanding finger to Wanda. "You're a Fairywinkle! Fairywinkles don't show that kind of weakness under any circumstances, you hear?!"
"Gouda, stop!" Piero floated to Wanda, resting a consoling hand on her shoulder. "She just lost ha motha for cryin' out loud!"
"A motha she never respected!" Big Daddy spat, digging the knife deeper into Wanda's soul. "For all I know, she's probably glad she's dead!"
The dam in Wanda's eyes broke with tears, and her arms burned in desperation for a release…
"W-why don't I take you all to see Blonda?" Dr. Studwell mediated, hoping to ease the tension. "We can see if she's awake."
Big Daddy, unfazed by his daughter's tattered sprit, turns to allow Dr. Studwell to lead them all into the corridors of the first floor, Piero with his arm around Wanda's shoulders while Carmine expressed his grievances of Big Daddy's behavior to her brother.
Pain flashed across her eyes as she blinked, her vision spinning in a fog. She waited for the double vision to correct before she reached for her head, stopping as she observed the wire of IV sticking out the back of her hand.
"What the…" Blonda lifted her other hand to her forehead, flinching in pain as her fingers brushed the dressings. Her head was pounding and the bright lights above her weren't helping manners…
Wait. Where was she? And where was her mother?
Blonda was lying down, but she soon realized her body was slightly elevated, blanketed in baby blue cotton. Four blank white walls surrounded her, a heart monitor to her left with the IV drip to her right. Wait…was she in a hospital?
She turned to the direction of a door opening, watching Dr. Studwell enter along with her father, her uncles, and her sister.
"…D-daddy?" Blonda croaked, Big Daddy rushing to his daughter's aid. "…Daddy w-what's going on?"
"It's okay, buttercup." Big Daddy stroked Blonda's hand, making sure not to touch her head. "Ya gonna be alright."
"Blonda, I know you just came to," Dr. Studwell floated to hover beside Big Daddy. "but…what's the last thing you remember?"
Blonda shut her eyes temporarily from the pain in her head, pushing through the throbbing. "…the last thing I remember…is Momma and I pulling up to a stop sign…and…e-everything's fuzzy after that…before I woke up here…"
"You and your mother were hit by a drunk driver." Dr. Studwell explained calmly, Uncle Piero and Uncle Carmine floating over to the other side of Blonda's bed. "The drunk driver ran a stop sign and…collided with the driver side, and your mother suffered the brunt of the impact."
Blonda shifted her eyes to her father, faintly dazed. "…w-where's Mamma, Daddy?"
Big Daddy sighed into her hand, pressing her hand against her forehead. He closed his eyes in attempts to keep his own composure.
Blonda's expression grew concerned. "…Daddy, what's wrong?"
"Ya motha…sweetheart…" Big Daddy lifted his head, meeting Blonda's eyes as he intertwined his fingers into hers. "…she…she didn't make it."
Everyone could see Blonda's heart sink just from the sheer look of dismay. Blonda stared at her father, searching his eyes for some kind of punch line. But all she could find was a serious gaze. "...w-what?"
"She's gone, honey…" Big Daddy repeated, rubbing his cheek against his daughter's hand. "…she's gone."
Piero and Carmine watched as Big Daddy wrapped his arm around his daughter as her tears fell, his hand still laced in hers as she cried into his shoulder. Carmine stroked Blonda's IV-ed arm as Piero rested a soothing hand on Blonda's shoulder. Wanda watched the scene unfold, her rage boiling within.
Her father literally just said "Fairywinkles don't cry under any circumstances." So, what did he call what Blonda was doing? From what she could see, Blonda was balling her eyes out. Is that not crying?! Make it make sense! Why is it that she couldn't cry or express any emotion, but that spoiled brat gets to be coddled, yet again?!
Realizing no one in the room remembered she was still there, Wanda fled the room and headed towards the elevator, making her way to the second floor.
She kept her arms folded as she floated through the ICU, reaching her destination. She could see Mama Cosma, sleeping on what appeared to be a sleeper sofa, covered with the same baby blue cotton as Blonda. She must have been really tired to fall asleep after 6:30pm, then again, as emotionally and physically drained as Wanda was, sleep sounded like a great idea.
Spike was in a chair by Cosmo's bed, headphones around his ears. He bobbed his head to whatever he was listening to, staring down at his phone. Wanda wondered how long and how often Spike spent sitting in Cosmo's room. She remembered him mentioning one time how his mother left when he was seven and his father was never really home unless he was sick or had time off work. Maybe that gave Spike an excuse not to go home and spend his free time in a hospital. Guess it was better than sitting at home alone.
She shifted her eyes to the motionless being riddled with tubes and IVs, pale as a ghost. Cosmo…that poor, gentle soul. She wished she could reach inside to wherever his sprit was and shake him to wake up. She wished she could tell him how much his life mattered, how much he meant to other people. She knew he was hurting; when she spotted him in the halls, when she noticed him in home room, when she saw him in the cafeteria, if he went to the cafeteria…she could just tell. Even though she tried to ignore it, even though she cursed herself for caring, the joyful sun in his eyes set into a sullen moon, right in front of her. She felt her eyes swell with tears once more. How did it come to this?
Her mother was gone, and from what she could see, Cosmo was knocking on death's door…
She tore her eyes away from the glass door, fleeing the scene and rushing straight to the elevator.
Despite having the ability to poof anywhere she pleased, Wanda couldn't be bothered. She roamed the streets aimlessly, in no desire to return home. At home, she would be alone, and if she was alone, she would become tempted to grab the spare razor in her medicine cabinet...
Nope. Going home was not an option.
But where else would she go?
She got the idea to head over to where she and Cosmo used to escape the stressors of school and their families; the cliff. Floating along the sidewalks towards the path of the mountains, she hugged herself, allowing her silent tears to run down her cheeks. It took a bit to reach the top of the cliff, the evening soon transitioning into nightfall. She took a seat along the brink, letting her combat boots dangle over the edge.
She observed the city below, cars cruising on roads and other civilians strolling along sidewalks. Just a couple of hours ago, her mother was one of those cars. The fact that she was alive one moment and dead the next…Wanda couldn't wrap her head around such a concept. It haunted her so, because her last interaction with her mother was another dumb argument. It may not have been dumb in the moment, but looking back, it was so ludicrous! Then again, what if she had agreed to go shopping? Would she be like Blonda…or like her mother?
She thought of all the times Cosmo would complain about his mother; how she'd yell and beat him and treat him like he didn't matter. She thought back to the times she would complain to Cosmo about her mother, all the times she would call her own mother out of her name. Was any of that necessary now? Their relationship wasn't always so strained, neither was her relationship with Blonda, but differences in opinions and personalities created the wedge between them.
Thinking about it, her argument Cosmo didn't seem to matter either. He said those things because he was hurting. She should have known, yet she fought fire with fire. Maybe, instead of calling him an idiot and insulting his lineage, she should have given him a hug. He probably would have pushed her away, but maybe, if she showed that she cared…would he have still attempted? She'll never know now, because she can't rewrite the past…
When nightfall settled into late night, Wanda chose a new location; Fairy Falls. As predicted, the golden bridge illuminated with magentas and violets, reflecting off the clear water's edge. She reached the center of the bridge and bent over the rails down to the waterfall, coughing excess mucus. The bulk of her grief had subdued, and all she had left were empty tears. Her eyes ached from crying for hours, yet somehow, she had more tears to cry.
Leaning over the rails with her head resting on her arms, she thought back to the night she visited with Juandissimo, before things between them became more than they were. She thought back to the mention of his mother, how she'd bring him and his sister here as an escape. He spoke about the good memories, but he'd yet to elaborate what he meant by his mother getting bruises. She'd encouraged him to talk about it, but he'd find a way to change the subject every time. Eventually she stopped asking, thinking he'd tell her when he was ready. Whenever that was.
The loss of his mother had such an impact on Juandissimo…so while the loss of her mother still shot a whole in her heart, why didn't it feel…worse? She had been crying, but not as hard as Blonda when she found out the news. She knew her mother was gone, yet at the same time, it didn't feel real. Maybe that was why it didn't hurt as much; it didn't feel 100% real. What if...what if her father was right? What if she was glad she was gone?
No, that couldn't be true. Sure, she didn't get along with her mother all the time, but that didn't mean she wished she were dead. She wouldn't wish that upon her worst enemy, especially the way her mother died. Wanda reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone, reading '1:03am' across her screen. She managed to screw off for seven hours, yet she still had no desire to go home. Surprisingly, she hadn't gotten any missed calls from her father. Probably too busy babying Blonda to care about his other daughter, or he and his uncles fell asleep next to Blonda's bed. Whatever the case, she honestly couldn't care less.
Now that she thought about it, she never got to see if they sent her mother before she was sent to the morgue. Similar to when fairies are drained of their magic, their bodies slowly disintegrate into magic dust once rigor mortis begins. Fairies are normally buried within two to three days because of this, and their magical remains are then sealed within an urn and buried into the ground. Maybe she could wait for the funeral to say 'goodbye'; there was definitely going to be one, Big Daddy would see to that.
She took a seat on the bridge, leaning against the rails to face the waterfall. The tears in her eyes dwindled to a few drops here and there, her tear ducts throbbing from overuse. She leaned over with her head in her arms resting on her propped knees. Her energy had depleted, she had nothing left to give. Sure, she had enough magic to poof anywhere else, but her desire and motivation was tapped out. Letting out a weary sigh, Wanda allowed her eyes to close…
For the next six hours, Wanda's mind entered in and out of sleep, sitting in the same position on the bridge.
Delirious and depressed, Wanda lifted her head from the rising glare of Saturday morning sun. Her eyes burned and her head felt as if submerged underwater, squinting her eyes in adjustment to night transitioning into morning. Struggling in her pocket, she reached for her phone to get the current time, forgetting that her phone hadn't been charged since a day or so ago…
Whelp, her phone was dead.
Could she use magic to recharge it? Yeah.
Did she want to? Nah.
She forced herself off the ground, grunting from her stiff back and wobbling legs. Sitting for long periods of time made her whole body hurt. She used the support of the rails to lift herself the rest of the way to a floating position, rubbing her head to keep it from spinning. After all of this, she still had little to no desire to go back home. She knew Big Daddy would probably spend majority of his time with Blonda, so she'd still be alone. She compared how far she was from her house…versus how much further she was from Susie's…verses how close she was to Juandissimo's…
Juandissimo's house it is.
But, could she really just show up on their doorstep unannounced?
Screw it, she was about to find out.
The otherwise thirty-minute stroll took a solid forty-five. She was too tired to fly any faster; her wings could barely keep her afloat, and her eyes had trouble focusing too, blurring in and out to where she had to rub the fog out of them, irritating them more.
Could she have just poofed to his house? Maybe.
Did she want to? Nah.
When she stumbled upon the gravel path towards the Magnifico's front door, she saw the light to the kitchen through one of the windows, indicating at least someone was awake. Hovering to the front door, Wanda held her side and knocked with her other arm.
Ten seconds felt like an eternity, and Wanda was met with the baffled expression of Mrs. Magnifico.
"Wanda?!" Mrs. Magnifico questioned, watching Wanda's haggard eyes appear to gloss over with fresh tears. "¡¿Qué estás hacienda aquí tan temprano-I mean…" Mrs. Magnifico corrected herself, remembering Wanda wasn't quite as well versed in Spanish. "What are you doing here?!"
"…my mother…" Wanda croaked, hugging herself tighter as she lowered her gaze. "…s-she's dead…"
Mrs. Magnifico wasted no time puling Wanda in for a hug. "I am so sorry Wanda…" Mrs. Magnifico expressed in her embrace. She pulled away to meet Wanda's teary eyes. "Does your father know where you are?!"
Wanda shook her head 'no.'
"Do you have your phone?"
"It's dead." Wanda mumbled, lifting her eyes to Mrs. Magnifico's icy blue. "Never went home…"
Mrs. Magnifico soon motioned for Wanda to enter the home. Wanda floated from the entrance hallway into the kitchen as Mrs. Magnifico closed the door. She instructed Wanda to take a seat at the kitchen table while she opened one of the kitchen drawers for an extra phone charger. Wanda took her seat as Mrs. Magnifico hovered to Wanda, extending a hand for her to retrieve her phone. Wanda willingly gives her phone over to Mrs. Magnifico, folding her arms across the table top while Mrs. Magnifico connected the phone to the charger and plugged it into her spare wand.
"You mentioned you did not go home." Mrs. Magnifico repeated, floating over to an empty chair next to Wanda. "Did you ever go to Susie's?"
Wanda shook her head again. "Stayed out all night…"
"Do you realize how dangerous that is?!" Mrs. Magnifico probed, her mother hen instincts kicking in. "Something could have happened to you!"
Wanda kept her gaze towards the table.
"Have you eaten anything?" Mrs. Magnifico questioned. "Maybe went to the Diner?"
Again, Wanda shook her head.
Mrs. Magnifico sighed, so many questions running through her mind. "What happened to your mother? If you do not mind me asking?"
"Car crash…" Wanda muffled, rubbing the tears from her eyes.
"Dios mi…" Mrs. Magnifico reached over to lend Wanda a comforting hand. "…I cannot imagine how that must feel."
Mrs. Magnifico noticed a figure out of her peripheral and turned to its direction. "Buenos días, mijo." She acknowledged as Juandissimo entered the kitchen in his sleeveless muscle shirt and gym shorts, usually the earliest riser out of her three children.
"Buenos días…" Juandissimo trailed off as he scratched his head, staring quizzically at a spaced-out Wanda sitting at the kitchen table.
Mrs. Magnifico noticed the confusion on her son's face and simply instructed. "Mijo, will you please take Wanda to your room so she can lie down?"
He shifted his quizzical expression to his mother, prompting her to clarify "Te lo explicaré todo despues…" [I'll explain everything to you later.]
"Um…okay?" Juandissimo floated over to Wanda, lending her a hand, arching a brow towards his mother. Wanda took his hand, and Juandissimo led her out of the kitchen and passed the living room, entering down the hall to the first bedroom on the right.
Juandissimo allowed Wanda to enter his room first before he left the door half-closed. He floated over to her, seeing the exhausted strain in her eyes. She continued to hug herself, keeping her eyes towards the floor. He held her delicately by the shoulders, asking her softly. "¿Estas bien?"
Wanda responded with a headshake 'no,' blinking back more tears.
Juandissimo took one of her hands and led her over to his bed. He motioned for her to sit, which she does, while he bent down to untie the shoelace of her boots. Wanda squeezed herself tighter as Juandissimo maneuvered her boots off of her feet, setting them beside the bed.
He hovered over to his duvet and took a seat where his back rested against one of his pillows, grabbing one corner of his duvet and pulling back the covers. He gently took Wanda by her arms and pulled her to where she lay on the exposed bedsheet. Wanda rested her head on a pillow and tucked her knees to her chest as Juandissimo threw the covers over her, tucking her in. He scooted closer so that he could reach an arm over her shoulder, kissing her cheek before resting his cheek in the nape of her neck.
Both fairies lay in silence as Wanda stared towards the window as the sun settled into the morning sky. Wanda allowed her limbs to relax; compared to the hard wood of a bridge, his mattress felt as if she were lying on a giant cloud. Her mind went blank, and her eyes grew heavy…
Within a few seconds, Wanda was out cold.
AN: Since Wanda and Blonda's mother obviously wasn't in the show, I made up some morbid way as to why that is. Big Daddy tho...dat dude savage AF. I know I wrote him to be quite callous as opposed to how he is with Wanda on the show, but hey, that could potentially change in the future (potentially.)
Hope you guys liked the chapter. I'll go ahead and say we are now four chapters away from the end. Yes; the end is near! Check back next week for the new chap :)