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*
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3. Chapter 2: Charlie Parker, Vicodin, and an Interrogation. All in a Black Mercedes.
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My actions were over taken when I heard the soft jazz coming from the speakers. Never in a million years would I have guessed that he was a jazz person.
“Charlie Parker?” I asked him incredulously.
Carlisle turned to face me, looking as confused as I was. “You even recognize him?” I nodded. He had always been one of my favorites.
He chuckled. “I’m only surprised. Most people your age don’t even know who he his.”
“I understand. Now all these days, people listen to a bunch of rap. It’s not even music!” My views on music were pretty adamant.
“You seem….older for your age. How old are you?” He asked, suddenly skeptical.
“I’m seventeen.” I answered shortly, thinking of how my mother would always say how I was born forty and was getting older every year.
“I would’ve guessed eighteen or nineteen.” He said softly and I took it as a compliment.
My wrist was screaming at me. I grabbed the seat rest with my right arm and gritted my teeth, trying to work through this spasm of pain.
Carlisle’s honey eyes flashed toward my face and he instantly swerved to stop on the high way.
“Sorry, Bella. I should have given you some painkillers before we got into the car.” I didn’t respond. I only wanted to not scream at the pain.
The Mercedes stopped gracefully, despite Carlisle’s anxious driving. He reached behind his seat, and I couldn’t help but notice how close his face was to mine. My heart rate sped up and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.
He turned around completely and I heard shuffling of papers and pill bottles. He came out with a single pill, gray and large.
“I didn’t want to scare your father into thinking I was a drug-attic. I always have high power pain killers just to be safe. This is Vicodin.’
I did a double take. Vicodin? Holy crow.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded and explained. “Your broken wrist is going to hurt. Not because it’s simply broken, but because the bones have shifted. They’ll scrape against each other. And nothing hurts more than that.”
I nodded and popped the pill without any water. The sedative was working fast.
“It’ll probably make you a little drowsy.” He said matter-of-factly. No kidding.
“Can you keep me awake? Just talk to me. I don’t like sleeping in cars. A little quirk of mine.” He looked confused but agreed.
“Charlie Parker? What other music do you like?” I scrunched my nose and thought. I loved music, but it had to be music.
“Well, modern day wise I like Linkin Park, Coldplay, and The Fray. But if we’re going back in time, I love Journey, The Stones, Beatles, Duran Duran, and Hall and Oates.”
“Sounds like you love the 80’s.” He chuckled.
“You have no idea.” I smiled. This conversation was flowing way better than I ever could have imagined.
“What about books?” He asked next, trying to keep my attention off of the ever-growing drowsiness.
“What about ‘em?” I shot back.
He rolled his eyes. “What are your favorites?”
I didn’t even have to think. “Definitely all the Jane Austen’s. Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, all of them. I like Jane Eyre, that’s a good one and most of all Wuthering Heights.”
“What makes you like them so much?” He asked quickly, as if he were interested in the conversation, not forced to be in it.
I thought about it for a minute. All of them just captured me. I came up with words to put my feelings into. “Well, the stories are just so real and true. It’s as if they studied human behavior and wrote it down. The lovers are just so fit for each other in the end. It’s so hard to describe.” I sighed at the end of my speech.
“Fascinating.” Carlisle murmured.
“What about you. What music do you like to listen to? What books do you like to read?” I tried to turn the tide. Besides, I wanted to know everything about this man by the end of the hour. He was so fascinating.
He chuckled at my flustered face. “I think you’ll be surprised to find, Bella that you just named all my favorite bands and books. Although, classical is a little higher up on the list.”
“Really?” I asked incredulously.
“Really, really.” He answered back.
“Your favorite color?” I asked quickly, wanting to hear the sound of his musical voice.
He looked to my face quickly and then shot away. “It depends.” He murmured.
“On what?” I asked impatiently. His lips turned up into a smirk.
“On my mood. Right now, it’s probably orange or red.” He finished.
“My favorite color is honey.” I blurted, thinking of his eyes. His smirk only became more pronounced.
“Fascinating.” He said again.
“Is your favorite word fascinating?” My right hand flew to my mouth as I realized what I had said. A chuckle began to form from Carlisle.
“Sorry.” I mumbled. And before I knew it, his chuckle became a full blown laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh along.
The Mercedes began to slow down and I noticed we were taking an off-ramp to the hospital.
“Ugh. I hate hospitals.” I groaned.
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Bella.” Carlisle joked.
“I’ll just be glad when this stupid wrist is fixed.”
The hospital came into view, confirming my nightmares.
- Chapter 1:Can?t I Even Get Here Without Killing Myself
- Chapter 3: A Crappy Hospital Where Nurses Are Flirts and Annoying Med Students Are X-Ray Techs
- Chapter 2: Charlie Parker, Vicodin, and an Interrogation. All in a Black Mercedes.
- Chapter 4: Lion or Lioness? Lioness, DUH!
- Chapter 5:Score One For Bella
- Chapter 6:The Bodybuilder, the Beauty Queen, the Psychologist, the Shopaholic, and the Silent One
- Chapter 7: I Just Wanted to Do Was to Raise My Grade in Biology, But Instead I Got In a Fight With The Cullen Beauty Queen
- Chapter 8:Finally! I Can See The Light!!
- Chapter 9: You Can Be A Bother
- Chapter 10: Carlisle's Story
- Chapter 11: Spending The Night
- Chapter 12: I Guess The Cullens Are REALLY Talented...
- Chapter 13: Shopping......Almost
- Chapter 14: The Plan
- Chapter 15: Arriving In Volterra
- Chapter 16: Their Game
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