Juliet Coleman was said to have magic in her fingertips. Soldiers walked out of infirmaries as though they hadn't just been fatally wounded. Their lives were no longer hanging by a severed thread.
Tales of her became well known among the frontlines...
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He was dying. Her brother was dying and she couldn't save him.
"Gatsby, stay with me. Stay with me, please." Juliet pleaded, hot tears sprinting down her cheeks. One hand frantically scrambled for the tray of medical supplies behind her, while the other was delved inside the gaping wound on Gatsby's abdomen. Her hand glowed with her familiar healing powers, but the wound wasn't closing. It wasn't closing.
"J-Jules.." Gatsby gasped, his brown eyes struggling to focus on his little sister. His body twitched and squirmed, his lungs desperately trying to capture as much life-saving oxygen as possible.
It was a bomb that left her brother in this tragic situation. A stray grenade, thrust in a random direction by a German who was quickly shot down by Gatsby's comrades. A random bomb that could be responsible for murdering him.
"You're not gonna die," Juliet sobbed, her hand tightening on the blood-soaked wound. "I won't let you die."
"I am." Gatsby whispered, one limp hand reaching to caress her face. Juliet dropped the grip on the medical supplies behind her, cupping his hand to her as she committed his face to memory. The fading emptiness of those brown eyes haunted her right to her core.
"Please, Gatsby.. don't leave me," Juliet cried, her heart pounding to the point where it was about to burst out of her chest. The siblings held eye contact until the life faded from Gatsby's, and Juliet's worst fears were confirmed.
She sobbed and lay over his chest, expecting to hear the steady heartbeat that the clingy younger sister had heard her entire life. Instead it was still.
The moment Juliet pulled away, there was so much red. She watched as Gatsby's body contorted and bled, the amount of crimson leaving his body absurd and terrifying. Juliet tried to press her hands into his wounds, but felt herself drowning. There was so much blood, she was choking in blood, the entire ward was swimming in blood, she couldn't breathe--
•••
Juliet woke with a shock, and immediately began to sob. Her body shook as she clenched at her chest, gasping for air that she thought had permanently escaped her lungs. The image wouldn't escape her head, refusing to seep into the pitch-black reality. It was moments before the artificial light swamped her bedroom, and the blood and horror slipped away for future dwelling.
"Juliet! Are you alright?" Betty sat up in her bed and leapt forward, her nightdress clinging to her body as she reacted to the cold. She almost immediately delved into Juliet's bed, wrapping the young woman in a hug. Juliet whimpered into her shoulder, guilt swelling in her chest for a moment before her dream kicked her in the shins.
