𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙮.
FEMALE!OC x BOB
(slow updates)
[I do not own Band of Brothers. I only own my characters.]
Started: May 12, 2021
Ended: n/a
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"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different." - C.S. Lewis
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On Friday afternoon, Juliet flopped down on the floor of the billet next to a quiet Eugene who was extremely concentrated looking over his medic notes.
"What are you doing?"
"Just going over the lecture from today," responded Eugene, flipping over a page of his notebook.
"Do you need help?"
"Actually I do," he scratched his head. "Arteries and veins."
"Ah," she nodded. "I used to have problems with that as well back in nursing school."
"Weren't you a vet student?" Hoobler piped in from Perconte's bed.
She looked up at the boy and nodded. "For a bit," she wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked back at her friend. "Arteries carry blood away from the heart to the rest of the body. Veins push blood away from your heart."
Eugene nodded. "And arteries are more dangerous to hit?"
"Yup."
"What makes them more dangerous?" Hoobler, who has been obviously paying attention to their conversation, knit his brows together at the two medics.
"Because of the high blood pressure and rapid loss of blood," she replied to his question flipping over a pager of Eugene's notebook.
"Better hope I don't hit one by accident then," he cracked a joke.
She said nothing in response. The last thing she wanted to worry about was who would be hit. They were all so young; some weren't even eighteen years old.
Juliet would've continued helping Eugene study if it wasn't for the sound of music playing inside the barrack. Her eyes lingered to the source: it was the radio Skip had managed to hide from Sobel.
"Who put kraut music on?" Questioned Grant at the sound of the unfamiliar language.
"It ain't kraut music," Liebgott responded, cleaning his rifle.
"Polish," Juliet spoke to no one in particular; it just slipped away from her mouth.
Guarnere raised an eyebrow. "What ya said, Broadway?"
