[TM] 256 - Hope
Holding her sister's hands in her own she smiles down at her. The coldness felt in the tips of them despite how warm it actually is in the room. Juliet clasps them into her palms trying to warm them as much as she can for a moment. It's been a lot for her sister and even so she sees such strength in her eyes. It's something that she's always been able to find, and something she wish she had more of in herself. She's suffered through it all and yet still she's strong as she was before everything was stripped from her body so mercilessly. Juliet wishes she could be like her, but she's happy simply in knowing that she has someone like that in her life. Strong, steady, and as constant as she could be.
Releasing her grip on her sisters hands she moves to the medical bag that she'd brought with her. Set on the floor near her feet it was something that had so much more weight to it than she'd realized. Picking it up she could hear the small glass vials clinking against each other, and the crinkle of plastic and paper that ensured the needles were all sterile. It was such a risk to try the treatment without anything concrete to prove that it would even help her. Life was so fragile, and to think that for a chance at such a wonderful thing to be given to her sister she would risk it all. That hesitation was there in her hands as she unzipped the bag too slowly. Once cold fingers pressed against Juliet's wrist, urging her to meet her sister's eyes again.
"Thank you."
It was such a simple phrase, something that often times never held any real meaning, something that was simply said because it felt like the right thing to say. Now it felt true and honest and Juliet slipped her hand to rest against her sisters, dismissing it, "Don't thank me just yet."
Her fingers curled beneath her sisters, easing the grip that was held there and returning it to her sister's lap before she continued on. Removing the vial she set it on the bedside table before retrieving the sealed needle. Peeling the paper away from the plastic she could smell the medical scent trying to impose itself into the warmer tones of the room. Candles lit for relaxation remained burning, allowing a hint of vanilla to linger in the air. The cap was pulled off quickly as Juliet held the glass vial up to withdraw the dosage out of it and into the barrel of the needle.
Tapping the air bubbles to the top, Juliet pushed on the plunger letting it escape through the tip. Her sister was already lifting her shirt up to expose her lower half. It was such a risk, and it was being met with a hopefulness that she'd never felt for herself. The breath she took she wanted to hear echoed by her sister, but instead all she saw was the near tears that brimmed waiting to fall, and she was praying that this was all going to work. The needle slipped into the skin, beneath the fatty tissue and into the muscle, as her hand pressed above where it had been inserted. The dose was pushed into her quickly, the wince of pain from her sister being mirrored in Juliet's own expression.
With the needle withdrawn the gauze was pressed atop the puncture wound, cold fingertips had returned and pressed atop Juliet's hand to take over the pressure needed while Juliet cleaned up the rest. She watched her sisters breathing as she sat beside her. Seeing the slight stagger that came and went with deeper breaths, knowing that the emotions being felt were so much more than just hope for a chance, but hope for a new life. There Juliet brushed her hand against her cheek for a moment, wiping away tears that had fallen and smiling at her, because in that moment she was hoping for life too.
Releasing her grip on her sisters hands she moves to the medical bag that she'd brought with her. Set on the floor near her feet it was something that had so much more weight to it than she'd realized. Picking it up she could hear the small glass vials clinking against each other, and the crinkle of plastic and paper that ensured the needles were all sterile. It was such a risk to try the treatment without anything concrete to prove that it would even help her. Life was so fragile, and to think that for a chance at such a wonderful thing to be given to her sister she would risk it all. That hesitation was there in her hands as she unzipped the bag too slowly. Once cold fingers pressed against Juliet's wrist, urging her to meet her sister's eyes again.
"Thank you."
It was such a simple phrase, something that often times never held any real meaning, something that was simply said because it felt like the right thing to say. Now it felt true and honest and Juliet slipped her hand to rest against her sisters, dismissing it, "Don't thank me just yet."
Her fingers curled beneath her sisters, easing the grip that was held there and returning it to her sister's lap before she continued on. Removing the vial she set it on the bedside table before retrieving the sealed needle. Peeling the paper away from the plastic she could smell the medical scent trying to impose itself into the warmer tones of the room. Candles lit for relaxation remained burning, allowing a hint of vanilla to linger in the air. The cap was pulled off quickly as Juliet held the glass vial up to withdraw the dosage out of it and into the barrel of the needle.
Tapping the air bubbles to the top, Juliet pushed on the plunger letting it escape through the tip. Her sister was already lifting her shirt up to expose her lower half. It was such a risk, and it was being met with a hopefulness that she'd never felt for herself. The breath she took she wanted to hear echoed by her sister, but instead all she saw was the near tears that brimmed waiting to fall, and she was praying that this was all going to work. The needle slipped into the skin, beneath the fatty tissue and into the muscle, as her hand pressed above where it had been inserted. The dose was pushed into her quickly, the wince of pain from her sister being mirrored in Juliet's own expression.
With the needle withdrawn the gauze was pressed atop the puncture wound, cold fingertips had returned and pressed atop Juliet's hand to take over the pressure needed while Juliet cleaned up the rest. She watched her sisters breathing as she sat beside her. Seeing the slight stagger that came and went with deeper breaths, knowing that the emotions being felt were so much more than just hope for a chance, but hope for a new life. There Juliet brushed her hand against her cheek for a moment, wiping away tears that had fallen and smiling at her, because in that moment she was hoping for life too.