"Good morning, how are you today?" Amanda asked flirtatiously as always, handing me a coffee cup.
She was the head nurse at Columbus hospital. Every morning she was waiting with a cup of coffee, which I had to sip until I made my way to the garbage where she wouldn't see me throwing it away. I had to admit, she was pretty. And determined. But the only love I had was for taking care of humans, not marrying them.
"I'm great, Amanda; what about yourself?" I asked politely.
"Just fine now that you're here. So how was your day off?" She came from around the counter and leaned casually against it.
"Relaxing, thank you. But now it's back to work," I said.
"Speaking of work, you have to do extra today. Dr. Hoffman can't make it so you're filling in. Your first patient is in room three twenty-one," she said, handing me a clipboard with the patients information on it.
Esme Platt, 16-years-old, broken leg. This should be easy. I nodded my head, walked down the hall, threw the cup into the trash, and went to see my patient.
I knocked on the door before entering.
"Hello, Esme. I'm ..."
Beautiful. Mesmerizing. Amazing. All these words jumbled together in my head. I couldn't think right, I couldn't speak. All I could do was focus on this girl. I realized how unprofessional I must seem and closed my mouth, rather than stand there gaping at the girl.
I unnecessarily cleared my throat and said, "I am Dr. Cullen, I'll be treating you."
As I asked the girl a few basic questions she became more interesting to me. I mentally chastised myself for feeling so... so...
Realization hit me. I was in love with this young girl. How could I be so perverted, she was only sixteen! I couldn't possible love a sixteen-year-old girl, could I? Snap out of, Carlisle. You're 300 years old!
But still, I was infatuated with her. Everything she did was so incredible; the way she spoke, brushed her hair out of her eyes. For heavens sake, the way she breathed was amazing.
I was wheeling her to the X-ray room when I caught her staring up at me lovingly. Gosh she was perfect, and flawless, too. My finger brushed against her warm skin, and when it did I swear her breath hitched. It was like electricity, every part of me was tingling. If it wasn't right to feel this way about her, well I didn't care. I would have her, she'd be mine forever.
"I'm going to lift you onto the other table, okay? It might be a bit cold through the blanket, but it'll warm up in a minute," I said before putting her onto the X-ray platform. Again, the contact made me feel on fire.
Her X-rays seemed to take hours, even days long, but it was only fifteen minutes and she was done.
Once I got the X-rays I brought them to the examination room. Thankfully it was just an incomplete fracture which would heal in about 6-8 weeks, which during the mean time she would have to use crutches. That is if I planned on letting her go anywhere. No, she was staying right here with me.
No, Carlisle, she isn't. She's sixteen, and HUMAN. You didn't want to be like this when you were a mortal, why would she?
I couldn't do that to her, I couldn't just change her into an immortal when she has so much to live for. I'd have to treat her and then let her go on her way, that's how it's supposed to be.
I reluctantly brought the X-rays to her room and placed them on the board where she and her family could see.
"Luckily it's just an incomplete fracture, you can see how the bone didn't split all the way," I informed her. "I'll put a cast on you, which you will have to wear for six to eight weeks, then you'll be good as new."
The was she tilted her head was so- stop it, Carlisle!
I left to get her cast. I seen Amanda and the sight of her disgusted me, more so than usual. I couldn't understand why this had such an effect on me, I felt so protective of her, I loved her, I felt as though we were meant to be together.
Then realization struck me... this girl could possibly be my mate. I stopped walking, I could hardly wrap my head around the idea. Could she actually be my- no! You can't allow yourself to think like that.
I put the cast on Esme, otherwise known as the most beautiful girl in the world, and sent her on her way. I followed her out as far as I could, and as much as I hated to do it, did not take one peek at any of her personal information. I knew how tempted I would be.
This is just a three chapter thing. The next chapter will be later on in life when Esme is turned.
