Juliet is humming as she goes to Ana's house. It's unbelievably hot out for December, so she's in a tank and shorts and every so often swipes at the sweat on her brow ( Read more... )

 Juliet walks to Ben's, a few supplies in tow. Truthfully, she's altogether a bit nervous about running into the Smoke Monster there. She's resolved to not speak of him with Ben, not voice her concerns, not voice her opinion on the matter, not ANYTHING. It will be easier on both of them and she'll be damned if she lets the Monster come between ( Read more... )

 Juliet wriggles on the bed and stretches, yawning. She had just been napping - it was an excellent nap, in fact - and she was feeling a little lighter and happier than she had in the past few days, what with everything going on.

She lifts herself off the bed and pads down the hallway, humming to herself. She grabs a glass of water and downs it, and ( Read more... )

 Juliet runs a finger around the edge of her mug, inhaling the sweet scent of her lemon-honey tea. Everyone is feeling better, including herself, and she's been taking advantage of the downtime.

Unfortunately, it's given her time to think. To think about everything that's happened. And to think about what she discovered about Ben and...

Well, maybe ( Read more... )

 Juliet is sitting at the desk in the back room of the infirmary. Sweat is dripping in a steady trail down her forehead, and she's swaying in her seat. She had been trying so desperately to concentrate on the blood cultures, but her attempt is now out the window and there's a glazed look in her eyes. Every so often she has to turn away and cough ( Read more... )

 Juliet drags herself into the infirmary. Once she's out of the vision of anybody, behind close doors, she lets out a tiny, dry sob and slumps weakly to the floor. She closes her eyes, wondering vaguely if anyone will notice if she just curls up and dies here. Probably. But god, does she ever want to.

Her brain suddenly registers the sound of boxes ( Read more... )

Juliet is sitting at her desk. She rubs at her sore neck and peers out into the darkness beyond her window. It's well past infirmary closing hours, but she needed very badly to finish this inventory. They're running low on supplies again.

She leans back in her chair and rubs her eyes, sighing.

It's gloomy and wet outside, and yet Juliet finds herself wandering through the drizzle, thoughts bashing against the inside of her skull without mercy.

She's done nothing but feel guilty over the whole Ben situation. Both what Ben said and the idea that James doesn't know - these thoughts are slowly eating away at her. Plus there's the worry over ( Read more... )

 Juliet runs through the darkened barracks, grateful for the lampposts that were lighting her way. Halfway to Ben's house, the rain had started, and with a vengeance, and within seconds she was soaked. There was little recourse but to book it to Ben's, and eventually she stood shivering on his doorstep, pounding on the door.

It's with a bit of trepidation that Juliet heads over to Ana's. This could not be a more complicated situation if it tried to be. It somehow managed to ensnare almost all of the people she considered herself closest to.

She makes her way up to Ana's door and knocks gently, leaning against the doorframe.