"Fetch the smelling salts," Wednesday ordered Thing, "Again,"
Thing scampered to the medicine cabinet, removed the bottled remedy, and put the ammonia inhalants under their fallen brethren's nose. After a moment, Enid's eyelids fluttered open.
"Wh…what happened?" she asked groggily.
"You fainted," Wednesday said matter-of-factly as she unpinned the autopsy pictures from her board.
"Oh," Enid's pale face began to redden with embarrassment as Thing helped ease her into a sitting position. Once she had a better grasp on her bearings, Enid asked "You're taking the pictures down?"
"I am," Wednesday said, noting the relief in her roommate's voice. "These smelling salts are getting more usage than they should,"
"Good. I mean-" Enid winced. "I hope I didn't mess up your investigation,"
"Hardly," Wednesday turned around. "As a matter of fact, I should have done a better job concealing my findings. I don't need Ms. Thornhill coming in and showing these pictures to Weems,"
Enid nodded in agreement. Weems did have a pretty strong hold on Wednesday's activities. Or at least, she tried to.
Wednesday clasped her bag closed and was about to head to the beekeeper club shack when she paused. These investigations had put her in a contemplative mood that encouraged her to share her discoveries. Perhaps she could impart some wisdom on poor Enid before her departure.
Kneeling so she was eye-level with her roommate, Wednesday asked "Have you ever played the board game 'Operation'?"
Enid's face lit up with recognition. "The game with the tweezers and the guy who has the red nose?"
"Precisely, that childish pastime,"
"Well, yes, of course,"
"Good," Wednesday said. "My advice: If you ever see autopsy pictures again, just remember it's the real-world version of that game; the cartoon version projected into reality,"
Enid was about to mention how that advice didn't exactly help when it came to gory images, but she held her tongue. Despite Wednesday's failed attempt at reassurance, she appreciated her roommate trying to ease her nerves. Under that rough, dark, unblinking exterior, there really was someone deep down who cared.
"Thanks," Enid said with a smile, "I'll try to remember that next time,"