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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4. Chapter 4: Lion or Lioness? Lioness, DUH!
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A disgusting smell awoke me, and I was staring into the beautiful eyes of Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I almost gasped from the pleasure of seeing his eyes and amazing face.
He sighed a small sigh of relief so quiet only I heard it. “Bella, you gave us a scare, are you alright?” He asked, once again professional.
“I’m fine, Dr. Cullen. Actually, I get…woozy at the sight, sound, or thought of…nasty things. Sorry.”
Carlisle began to chuckle. “Then I guess you wouldn’t make a very good doctor.” I lightly smacked him on the arm and sat up straighter, the unpleasant smell still burning my nostrils.
“Now that I’m awake, can you tell me what you just shoved up my nose?” I snapped at him.
He chuckled again. “That was a smelling salt or ammonia as we like to call it here.”
I threw a nasty look at him for being such a know-it-all and I propped myself on the bed. He sighed sarcastically and came over to me again, “Would you not be mad at me if I apologized?”
I huffed and nodded.
“Then I am very sorry for hurting your feelings, Bella.” Carlisle said, abruptly serious.
“And you can call me Carlisle. I noticed that in your starting sentence, you called me Dr. Cullen.” He didn’t miss a thing!
“I’m calling in the anesthesiologist and then she can numb your arm, for….um your most wanted comfort?” He finished, not wanting me to faint again.
Carlisle pressed a few buttons on his pager and then turned to me, awaiting a conversation.
“So…” I began, unsure of what to say to this man.
“So…” He mimicked.
“What’s your favorite animal?” I blurted, unthinkingly.
His eyes went to stare at the ceiling and he hummed, deeply in thought.
“I guess I must have to say the Arctic Fox. They’re quiet and stealthy, not to mention how beautiful they are. At first glance, they look seemingly innocent, but if you get too close, you’re dead in a minute.” He explained.
I thought along with him at how perfect that animal did seem to fit him, the white fur of him, and the amazing eyes. Definitely a perfect match.
“How about yours?” Carlisle asked, pulling me from my deep thoughts.
“That’s a toughie. I love all animals, bbbbuuuutttt, let me think.” I dramatically put my good finger to my chin and lifted my chocolate brown eyes to the ceiling, thinking and scanning through all the animals I could think of.
“A lioness.” I blurted, unthinkingly.
“A lion?” He asked incredulously.
“No, a lioness.” I corrected. The difference was substantial.
“Why a lioness?” He asked.
“Well, they’re every good, obedient mother, just underestimated. I mean, look. They take care of the cubs, raise them and train them, put up with the lazy lions, and they hunt for the whole pride. Without even a fuss.” I mumbled the last sentence.
“Hmmmm…” Carlisle thought.
And just then, the anesthesiologist came through the door with a big cheery smile on her face. She was probably just so pleased to be working with the inhumanely handsome, Dr. Cullen.
“Bella, this is Jaycee. She’s the anesthesiologist.” Carlisle said formally.
“Pleased to meet you Bella. Let me go get the sedative for your arm, and I’ll be back.” She said unpleasantly to me in an extremely nasal voice.
She nodded to my angel before leaving the room.
“What’s your favorite flower?” Carlisle asked as soon as Jaycee left the room.
“Let me think a little while…” And boy did I think. I mean, this question, seemingly unimportant can describe a girl. Just like looking inside their purse.
“Freesia.” I said decidedly.
“Wait…did you just say Freesia?” He asked incredulously.
“Yup.” I said resolutely.
“Well that’s fitting.” He mumbled so quietly I’m not sure I heard correctly.
“What?” I asked extremely “innocent”.
“Nothing, nothing.” Carlisle corrected himself quickly.
Just then my favorite anesthesiologist walked through the door, with an extremely large needle in tow. The room began to spin.
“Alright, Bella. Look the other way while I do this.” Jaycee said, preparing to puncture my skin. I turned my head carefully, only to find my angel’s face right there. What an amazing distraction. I sighed mentally.
I felt the long needle pierce my skin, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelling out.
Instead of focusing on the pain, I focused on Carlisle’s face, and how his eyes were more ocher than they were honey. As if they had changed color.
Almost immediately, my left wrist went numb, I lost all feeling in it.
I looked pleasantly back to my wrist, thankful that the annoying throb had finally subsided.
“Well have to set it now, Bella.” Carlisle said calmly.
His cold hands grasped my wrist and jerked the two pieces hard. My wrist didn’t feel it, but the rest of my body did. I almost screamed as the pain wracked through me.
He then shoved the bones back quickly so they were touching, more like grinding. I gritted my teeth hard to avoid the screech that was bubbling up in my throat.
His cold hands left my wrist and his hands waved in front of my face to see if I was conscious.
I blinked and nodded to prove to him that I was fine. Although the throbbing never seemed to leave.
“Sorry Bella. That must’ve hurt.” Carlisle sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Ya think?!” I snapped to him.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured.
“S’not your fault.” I mumbled, shifting so that I was sitting up.
“You can pick your color for the cast now, Bella.” He stated, trying to change the subject.
“Do you have metallic brown?” I asked sarcastically.
“Actually, we do.” He laughed.
I stared at him, incredibly amazed at the selection they provided.
“Well, it depends. We have metallic gold. It’s not exactly metallic brown, but if you really want a color like that, it’ll have to do.” He explained.
“That’ll be fine.” I said.
He left the room for the wrap as soon as I okayed the color.
What was it about this man that made my face flush with color? Or cause my heart rate to speed up? Was it his beauty, his knowledge, his mind, or his eyes? Or was it all of them?
My savior entered back through the door, gauze, bubble wrap, and incredibly, a honey colored wrap. The wrap would remind me of his eyes.
“I didn’t believe you when you said you actually had a gold colored wrap.”
He smirked and said, “You might as well learn how to believe, Bella.”
I snorted at how much that quote sounded like something from the Polar Express and I looked back to his face, which was slightly saddened.
“What’s wrong?” I rasped. I never meant to make him sad.
“It’s nothing, Bella.” He sighed in response.
The rest of the dressing passed in silence as he wrapped my arm.
He finished in record time, but the wrist looked elegant and right.
He quickly signed the chart and stated in a monotone voice, “You’ll have to come back for a check-up in two weeks. Until then, I’ll prescribe…Vicodin for the pain.” He almost snickered when he said Vicodin, probably remembering our conversation in the car.
“Will I see you again?” I asked desperately.
“Yes, you will. I’m your official doctor now. So if you get sick, you have to come see me.” He joked around.
I jumped off the bed with a little too much enthusiasm and wobbled slightly. Carlisle was at my side in an instant. He grabbed my waist with both hands and steadied me.
It took me a second to realize the precarious position we were in. His hands were on my waist, and his lips were a centimeter from the place where my neck met my shoulder.
He took a step back, almost reluctantly and shook his head. “I’ll see you in three weeks, Bella Swan.”
“I’ll see you in three weeks…Carlisle.” I nodded in his direction and left the room, attempting to clear my head of the beautiful doctor.
- 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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