Who: Juliet and Dean What: Watching after him. When: Day after his poisoning. Where: his place Warnings: Annnnngst.
Juliet had barely left Dean's apartment since his poisoning. Ironic thing was, she didn't know why. Dean hadn't wanted to be healed, which meant he'd wanted to die. She watched him rest, and made sure he woke up every few hours just to make sure there weren't any side effects. She watched him carefully, in her head unpleasant thoughts all the while. She'd put on a numb face when she brought him out of the complex in his half asleep state so Anna could heal him, but then brought him back to his apartment and back to his room where she currently sat by the bed side. Not in. She hadn't been able to bring herself to get that close again. He wanted to die. Shawn had chosen Abigail over her and had decided she wasn't worth saving. How could she not take it as a sign that something was wrong with her, that just maybe she had made things worse?
She wasn't the type of girl who often cried. Infact there were only three times she could really remember ever doing it. With Carlton at the clock tower after Mr. Yin made her more then aware that Shawn wasn't coming. Mr.Yin had told her Shawn chose the other girl and her self worth just plummeted. She'd always thought Shawn had given a damn, and that was her problem. She got attached to people too quickly. She knew that, but she believed genuinely that people were mostly good. That they didn't try to hurt her, but somehow they always did.
When she first arrived in Lawrence, her invention was definitely not to get attached to a boy after the events took place with Mr. Yin. But in true Juliet fashion she couldn't help it. Dean had won her over despite his issues. She knew he had them almost from the first week she'd really started spending time with him, she saw. He drank too much, it should have been sign number one. He was reckless, sign number two, he really didn't seem to care what happened to him as long as the person he was trying to be around or save was safe. Sign number three. And sign four, finally deciding that being poisoned was okay. That he was fine with dying. She felt so stupid, sitting there in the dimly lit bedroom. Finally she got up and went into his kitchen where she turned on the water to muffle any noise that decided to betray her current state of mind and cried. She hated it, it wasn't her style but she couldn't stop it. quiet beads of liquid rolled down her cheeks.