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My Savior

Bella and Carlisle Banner Bella Swan is never far from harm's way. In fact, as soon as she arrives, disaster strikes. Fortunantley there is a doctor on scene to help. And so starts the events of a Bella Swan, and a Doctor Carlisle Cullen. *Loverly banner made by Iris. Clap for her!* *I do not own any of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does, I'm just playing with them*

I am so sorry to all my fans. It seems that everytime I try to upload something into my summary, this story gets deleted. I am sooooo sorry and will do my best to get updates up as soon and fast as possible. -olji

1. Chapter 1:Can?t I Even Get Here Without Killing Myself

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The rain pelted down on my head as I stepped off the plane. Forks, Washington. The wettest place on Earth. I went to put up my hood as I searched for my father. The man I left Phoenix for.

The cruiser could easily be spotted. It stuck out like a sore thumb, not to mention the fact everyone else parked as far away from it as possible. I couldn’t have agreed more with them. I wouldn’t want a ticket either.

My father was easily spotted as well. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking younger than he was. I grinned back.

I was far too distracted for my well being. I mistook the next step height and missed it completely. I never regained the chance to settle my footing as I tumbled down the rest.

The ground came fast on my face, instinct told me to put my hands up and close my eyes. The brunt of the hit was taken on by my left wrist. The sound of the crack and the shifted bone could tell an idiot it was broken.

I could feel the sudden warmth that the people had gathered around me. I could hear my father as he pushed his way through the crowd yelling, “That’s my daughter! Let me through!”

He came into sight, in all his police chief glory. “Bella!” He gasped.

“Are you alright?” Of course I wasn’t alright you idiot.

“Yeah, Ch-Dad. I fell down a flight of stairs. I’m perfectly fine.” He chuckled in response.

“Anything broken?” He gently lifted my right arm (thankfully) to help my stand up.

“Probably.” The once numb wrist now had fire shooting through it.

“What is?” He asked anxiously.

“Left wrist.” My shortened sentences were a result of my hyperventilating as everything set in.

He released my hand only to examine the other and he clucked his tongue.

“Yeah. That’s a broken wrist for you.”

He put an unsure hand behind my waist and led me to the car, only to be stopped by a gorgeous man.

“Sir, I’m a doctor. I’ve seen broken bones before, and I believe I could help with your daughter’s dilemma.” He spoke swiftly, but his voice was musical and soft.

Charlie stuttered at the beautiful man, as anyone would have. Except if you were me, and you stood senseless.

“Uh…well. You…uh. What’s your name?” Charlie struggled.

“Dr. Carlisle Cullen, sir. I work at the Forks Hospital.” The angel named Carlisle responded.

“Dr. Cullen, forgive me. I should have known.” Charlie laughed, rather loudly.

“Chief Swan?” Carlisle asked incredulously.

Charlie sighed. “I’m relieved you’re here. I was afraid I would have to have Bella be treated here.”

“Happy to help, Chief.”

“Please, it’s Charlie.”

My wrist was quieted as Carlisle softly looked to me and I nearly fainted.

His skin was as pale as snow and he was tall. All his features were angled sharply, but his eyes were large and round. They were the color of honey-suckle and framed by impossible thick eyelashes. He had a sense of gentle authority about him, and it pleased me.

“May I look at your wrist, Bella?” He asked softly and formally.

I nodded dumbly to this angel.

He took my wrist in his large hand. I was startled at the coldness and I withdrew, only to have a sharp pain shoot through my arm.

“It’s probably best if you don’t move it.” Carlisle chuckled.

I gaped at how musical his laugh was, and I instantly committed it to memory. He was obviously older than I was and it wouldn’t be proper for me to…be…with…him. Not to mention the fact that he was probably already married.

His honey eyes examined my wrist with such knowledge and precision, it was as if he was the X-Ray machine himself.

“Well, it looks like your forearm bone shifted onto your wrist during the fall. I can’t tell for sure until we get to the hospital.” Like he would actually need a machine.

“It’s a little ways away, Bella. I have some pain killers in my briefcase, but I doubt they’ll be strong enough for a broken bone.” He said sadly.

“I can hold out.” I squeaked for the first time. Instantly, I realized how childish it sounded. I swallowed my spit to wet the back of my throat, but his lips were already twitching at the sound of me.

“Sorry.” I mumbled in an attempt to preserve what pride I had left.

“Bella, I think you should ride with Dr. Cullen. He can watch you better that way to regulate your pain.” I mentally cursed my father for that one.

“It’s fine with me. Bella?” Carlisle looked to me for approval of this proposition.

“Fine.” I grumbled.

Charlie smiled and walked back to the cruiser, while Carlisle had his hand on the small of my back.

I could feel his cold skin through my jacket, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all.

He led me over to a fancy black car. A Mercedes. He opened the passenger door for me and I quickly climbed in.

The neat, clean black of the car was comforting. As Carlisle swiftly climbed into the other side and turned on the car, he adjusted the dials. Turning down the music, the heater on high, and the seat warmers I felt extremely relaxed, despite my broken wrist.

I snapped out of it and realized who I was riding with.

His beautiful eyes were on the road, boringly staring at it, as if he was forcing it.

The clock read 9:44 and it was an hour drive to Forks from Port Angeles. I sighed and squirmed back into the warm chair, awaiting the very awkward conversation that was to come.