#also i am not making her be 'mary sue' or whatever for havint top scores/being asked to be a doctor

[firstaidspray]

WIP Day!!!

Tagged by @confidentandgood !! Not sure who else to tag bc I know a lot of times people can get very busy and not be able to catch up to them 😅 so I guess consider yourself tagged if you want to play!!

Mine is a little piece of the fic I'm currently working on where Nelson and Juliette finally start to form a relationship after so much time of mutual feelings that remained unresolved, but after the events of Flatliners, Nelson finally gets the courage to speak out to Juliette. Literally dying twice and coming back gives you the courage to do things you'd normally consider terrifying, like asking out the girl you had a crush on, because that's nothing compared to intentionally medically inducing death just to be resuscitated.

As usual, nobody had taken the spot on the bench at the piano, so Juliette took it. She shrugged out of her thick, pink cardigan and threw it over her backpack on the floor. Flexing each wrist by pulling back her hands, she then put her fingers on the keys and sighed before closing her eyes and beginning the song.

Juliette found herself lost in the music, all of her life and energy focused in her fingertips. It was only natural that a rather harsh tap on the shoulder scared her out of her trance so badly that one hand crashed against the keys and the other formed a fist, but she gasped and held back the fist when she saw who had knocked her out of her own little world.

"I've heard people talk about you playing, but I've never heard it myself. You're very talented, Miss Chrysler."

The compliment and tap on the shoulder came from none other than Nelson Wright, the man of Juliette's dreams, who was perched on the bench next to her. The afternoon light made his neatly styled blond hair glimmer, as if it was spun from gold. The beautiful dip in his lips made them look so kissable, especially with how close Nelson was to her…

"Nelson! Oh, uh, I mean, Dr Wright!! Dr Wright, uh, thank you," Juliette stammered then giggled, twirling a strand of her black hair around her finger and batting her lashes. "You…you liked it?"

Nelson's sweet lips formed a wider grin, and his icy blue eyes stayed locked with Juliette's. "I did like it. What song were you playing?"

Her face was now dusted with pink, the hair around her finger being spun faster and tighter as she continued to twirl. "Ah, it's…um���it's Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Movement One. It's the…It's the only one I can remember by heart," she said this while cupping her own face and casting her eyes down. "I have a whole binder of sheet music for other songs, but I left it back at my apartment. I needed room for school stuff, with finals and all, y'know?"

Nelson nodded. "I understand. You are the top student, it's no surprise you'd rather carry around study material. Not that you need it, considering you've always had the top scores in the nursing program."

Juliette smiled, biting her lip as she did so, and avoiding looking at him. "Ah, don't bring that up…I already get enough of hearing that from the teachers around here."

"I hear about it from the teachers, too," Nelson said, leaning and placing his hand so that one of his arms was behind Juliette's back. "They always talk about how you should just come join us, that you've got the brains for it. Why be just a surgical assistant when you could be the surgeon?"

Juliette's breath caught in her chest when Nelson's arm moved. "I, um…I'm more of a follower, not a leader. Like, I want to be in on the surgery, obviously, but I don't want to lead it. I need a surgeon to guide my hands, y'know?"

Those perfect lips of his formed a smirk. "Well, if you don't want to become a surgeon, I am, and I'd be glad to guide your hands if you were my first surgical assistant." He eyed her hands, which were once again poised over the keys on the piano, noting how small they were, especially compared to his own. "I bet you wear a size 6.0 extra small glove, don't you?"

The question was so specific and strangely intimate that Juliette made a small squeak before responding. "I…I do…they're always having to bring in boxes of extra smalls just for me. Nobody else in my class wears them. It's kind of embarrassing, to be honest."

He shook his head and gently took one of Juliette's hands in his own, which made her freeze up, laying it on top of his so that their palms touched. The size difference was incredibly noticeable, which both Nelson and Juliette did find cute, but the physical contact was much more distracting than the comparison. Nelson knew he was getting under Juliette's skin, and Juliette felt as if she could melt right into him. 

"That is…that's a pretty big difference in size," Juliette said nervously, slowly dragging her hand off of his, instantly regretting it, missing the warmth of his palm on hers. "I would be glad to have your extra large hands guide my extra small ones in a surgery."