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The Falling

In the action itself, she is weightless and free. The flight is not to be feared, only the impact. A story on the life of Esme Cullen. Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Banner By incredible Iris!

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4. Chapter 4

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Ground shall catch…

His cool hands are on my forehead now. I know there is nothing romantic in the touch- such a thing would be hideously forbidden. He is merely attempting to calm me. After all, there is an alarming… or rather embarrassing… amount of sweat on my brow. I’d much rather this attractive man touch me when I am at my fittest and calmest. However, it is highly unlikely any but the most professional of circumstances will ever be in place when I am touched by this man or any other.

“I need to set the bone- that means I’ll…”

“Have to snap it back into place.” Now he too treats me like a fool? Stupid girl, Esme, deluding yourself, creating a perfect man before he’s spoken twenty words in a row to you.

His response redeems him utterly. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I merely thought… sometimes I get a bit carried away in medical terminology. It can confuse patients, and they could be ashamed to admit they don’t know what I mean.”

“I wouldn’t be.”

He eyes me speculatively. I try to look pretty, rather difficult when one is horizontal on a hospital bed with a leg that is so much dead weight.

“Then from now on, I shall say exactly as I think, and you tell me if you require clarification.”


“So, is it time to set your leg?” He smiles. It is such a wondrous expression I lose myself in it for an instant, before compelling myself to respond.

“Oh. Yes, I suppose I’m ready.”

He smiles again, this time less teasingly than apologetically. I grit my teeth and prepare for the pain of his hands on my bruised skin. Again, however, I am distracted as he peers deep into my eyes, rendering me totally oblivious to what’s going on. I do not realize until I feel the ice on my skin, his hands so smooth and cool. Even then, with his eyes locked on mine, it seems more a caress than the prelude to pain. I do not wince, and I suppose that may make it easier.

Suddenly, I feel his hands shift with irresistible strength. It is just an instant before I feel the one shard of bone make swift and painful contact with the other.

It is painful. The bone has been broken to points which stab the interior muscles of my leg.

However, once again, I feel the pain, but I don’t really care. I won’t say I’ve fallen in love with Dr. Carlisle Cullen… only that he’s moving around sharp objects within my bruised and sore appendage and I don’t really care.

He breaks his intense gaze for an instant, and as I am released from that spell, I find myself wondering if I should be worried he spent the whole time looking at me and not at the leg he was manipulating.

I can’t find the energy to be nervous.

“I’ll just bind that up for you, and then I’m sure your parents need to come in.”

I wince at that.

“Esme? You didn’t flinch at all when I set your leg, but the thought of a visit from your own parents terrifies you?”

His concern is apparent, and quite misplaced. “My parents are very good. They are simply going to be quite displeased with me.”

His eyes turn, if possible, more sympathetic. “Ah. I’ll have a word with them… very delicate, definitely adequately disciplined, I’ll speak to her personally, wouldn’t want to disrupt her health. I’ve an obligation not to lie to my patients, but I’m afraid the Hippocratic Oath doesn’t extend to your parents.”

I smile brightly. “Thank you, Carlisle.”

With soft stone arms…