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Post by Esme Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:26:57 GMT -5
Kissing her loving husband on the lips with a warm smile, she touched his cheek and softly ran her fingertips down the side of his face with an adoring smile. "I’ll be back soon, My love." He gave her that charming smile he always reserved just for her. She needed her space and he respected that, it was the one of the many reasons she was still madly in love with him. Giving the rest of her family her motherly smile, she turned for the door then took off into a sprint heading deep into the forest. She needed to do her own soul searching, her own reflecting on everything. Ryder’s birth had sparked something inside of her, something she’d long buried. It didn’t upset or hurt her that Renesmee and Ryder had been born, she was more thrilled than anyone else. They both meant everything to her. Heirs to the family name, someone who could carry it on even if they had no biological children of their own together. Her life had been so long, so meaningful. She still remembered the day she met Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:27:46 GMT -5
~~1911~~
Carlisle began making the nightly rounds of his shift, checking on patients and pronouncing some as deceased. It was the hardest part of his job, the part that made him sick to his core: death. It surrounded him like a blanket of gloom and being immortal only saddened him more. But he vowed to make use of his newfound longevity and help to cure the ill. Something had to be done, too many young lives lost so soon. He couldn’t fathom taking the life of any of them even to sustain his own. That would be murderous and he could never betray his beliefs, even if it was his “nature”. So he fought tooth and nail to get used to the delicious, mouth watering smell of human blood. Refusing to give in to that dark part of him that longed to have it on his lips and tongue, swallowing it down like sweet wine. A sound caught his ears and he turned his head to look over his shoulder, a new patient had been brought in.
She was young, but breathtakingly beautiful. Spinning around on his heel, he headed towards the curtain to speak to the nurse. ”Doctor, this young woman has a possible break. Dr. Hudson is out this evening, would you mind?” He shook his head and handed the nurse the folders he held of his patients. Stooping down before the girl who sat on a metal exam table.
“Where does it hurt?”
His voice fine as silk asked in such a melodic transfixing tone she was able to stop crying to listen to it. Her eyes grew in bewilderment, looking down at him and pointing to her lower leg. He placed his hands delicately on the spot she pointed to and she flinched from the pain.
“I believe it’s broken, clean break. With a cast and reset of the bone we may be able to avoid surgery.” He turned towards the nurse and nodded, giving his orders.
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Post by Esme Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:28:52 GMT -5
She watched the doctor approach her, almost gliding across the floor as he did so. When he stooped down before her to examine her leg his voice, it hypnotized her into listening to his words and not the pain. Before she could speak again, he was gone and out of the room. The nurse had done as she was told and came to set her bones straight then plaster her leg for a cast. The pain was unimaginable and even the little drugs they’d given her didn’t help, but she closed her eyes and tried to picture the doctor. Had she a teenage crush on this older man? Maybe, but something about him was almost too good to be real. He was perfect in every sense of the word. They kept her overnight for observation and she lay in the bed unable to sleep. Her leg throbbed occasionally with pain and she’d close her eyes to replay his voice in her head.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:29:10 GMT -5
He couldn’t get the girl out of his mind, something drew him to her side. Maybe it was the reassurance that she was indeed okay and would soon be on the mend. Maybe it was more, the hours seemed to drag by as the night progressed. Taking her file into his hand he read her name. “Esme.” What a lovely but simple name that fit her so perfectly. He stood and walked towards her room, peeking in and seeing her breathing uneven, knowing she was awake. “How are you my child?” She opened her beautiful brown eyes and looked at him with the warmest of smiles he’d ever been given. He watched her and waited for her voice to break from her throat, a throat that had a pounding vein with delicious crimson liquid inside. He focused his eyes onto hers, keeping himself in control.
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Post by Esme Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:29:25 GMT -5
Esme thought she imagined it until she opened her eyes to see him standing before her. She blinked and he was still there, hoping she wasn’t just dreaming she smiled and he returned it. A minute or so passed when she realized he’d asked her a question. “Oh, oh…um yes doctor…Cullen, is it?” He gave a nod and she let her eyes drop from his gaze. He had the most beautiful caramel colored eyes she’d ever seen. “Thank you for fixing my leg.” She said softly. Surely she was just a child to him, but the admiration she had for him…he’d never understand.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:29:38 GMT -5
He chuckled softly and nodded. “You’re welcome, it is my job after all.” Curiosity got the better of him and he moved to the chair next to her bed. “Why aren’t you asleep? Are you in pain?” Pain…something he was feeling now. The burn in his throat, the intense flames that erupted in the pit of his stomach and danced their way up through his esophagus. His thirst, almost unbearable to say the least. Taking a casual seat before looking up at her and swallowing the pool of venom that had accumulated on his tongue.
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Post by Esme Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:29:48 GMT -5
She looked down at her hands and sighed. “It comes and goes really. It’s what I get for climbing the tree that was obviously too high for me, but I had to prove them wrong.” Her strong willed nature defined who she was. You didn’t tell Esme Anne Platt that you couldn’t do something, because she’d prove you wrong. Well, this time that had backfired but yielded a reward even she didn’t see coming. As fate or luck would have it her doctor was off duty and she was able to meet…him. “I guess I’m stubborn.” She said after a brief pause and smiled, looking up to meet his eyes again.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Mar 5, 2013 1:29:57 GMT -5
His lips curved into a smile as she looked up to smile at him. “Strong willed women, there is nothing wrong with that. Unless you go falling out of trees and hurting yourself.” He said with a lighthearted chuckle and stood. Removing a needle from his coat pocket, he injected the tip into the blue vein on her arm. Her skin was so warm against his cold fingers and she flinched at the needle, not his touch. “This will help you rest.” She laid back on her pillows and nodded. Sliding the empty needle back into his pocket for later disposal, he watched her close her eyes. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. A young woman with a full life ahead of her. He’d been in this small town for months now and knew that it was time to move on soon, with the animals becoming scarce in the area and others noticing his lack of sleeping and eating. Placing a gentle hand on her forehead, he smiled and whispered. “Sleep now, my child. Sleep now.” In the blink of an eye he was gone, gone into the night onto his next stop wondering where the wind would take him this time. Perhaps….Chicago.
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