I'm a fucking idiot. Why the hell was it so fucking shocking to hear her say my first name.
Why did it stupidly feel so fucking good?
My pulse was hammering as I came back with a black lace bra and matching shorts. I knew she was in pain and as the doctor I had to help but the thought made me feel lightheaded.
I helped her sit up and and stand before taking the hem of the shorts and letting her step into them. I made it halfway before stopping an letting her pull them abover her waist herself.
I could feel her relief. I helped push the bra under the gown and hook it behind her back. She stepped back muttered something I barely managed to hear but nonetheless did.
"Can you help take off the gown?"
If it weren't for my doctor's mask I was sure she would see the pink tint of blush.
Pull yourself together Young, she is your sister's best friend.
I knelt down and took the hem of her gown, pulling it over her head as I straightened up. Her arms raised softly and lowered at the same time.
I sighed and knelt again, now at eye level with the bullet scar on her rib. Along with that was an tiny indent, barely noticeable on her right thigh. God I felt so bad.
So bad I wasn't there for her.
So bad I couldn't not have been such an asshole.
So bad I didn't know anything about her.
My gaze drifted to her waist. Her hip bone. A thin dark mark. A scar. The shape fit the size of a small blade.
"The stab wound?"
I asked softly. She nodded, her eyes still tired, slowly drifting along my facial features. The sight made my breath hitch.
I tried to suppress the feeling and continued. Examining her scars. I straightned up eventually. Taking my eyes off her perfect body and soft glowing skin was difficult.
I looked down into her eyes.
"The scars seem fine. Do you use medication on them?"
"Iodine when they hurt."
Her reply caught me off guard. I was sure only doctors used this.
"Iodine?"
I asked. She nodded.
"My mum and grandmother always used it back when I lived in Russia."
My heart dropped. She'd never said anything about her life before the one we knew. Hearing this much felt like an accomplishment of trust.
I picked up her gown and helped her put it back on.
"Smart. Do you need help laying back down?"
She gives a feeble nod. I bend down slowly and carefully pick her up bridal style. Laying her on the bed softly and covering her with a blanket.
I started into her eyes before a thought crossed my mind.
"Are you hungry Juliet? Thirsty? Anything?"
She nods.
"Do you want anything in specific? I could bring you it."
"Mac n' Cheese?"
"Anything for you. A drink?"
"Mhm. Hot chocolate."
"Any topping for the hot chocolate."
"Chocolate chips and a cookie?"
"Like I said. Anything for you Juliet."
I give her hand a comforting squeeze before standing and moving to the door.
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Never thought I'd be in this situation but here I am. An arm around Juliet's waist, feeding her Mac n' cheese.
She has a fractured wrist, I couldn't stop myself from offering to help. She looks adorable flustered. Something about it makes my heart feel warm.
Eventually she finishes and a nurse takes away the plate. I lift her mug of Hot Chocolate and turn go hold it out to her but instead find her leaning against the window sill watching fireworks go off outside the window.
I sigh and stand up moving towards her. On instinct my arm moves around her waist helping her stand straight. I place the mug on the window sill and move the curtains so she could see better.
In that moment I feel my pulse spike. Juliet lay her head on my shoulder. My mind feels hazy with overwhelming but I don't make anything obvious.
We watch the fireworks together and in this moment I realise something I should've realised a long time ago.
I want this. I want her. Now. Forever.
I don't think I could live without her.
