One story from the "Prompt Me Happy" [Cheers for the quote Scampi!] Series, started by Scampfish and I to continue writing.

We pick a prompt, and both write stories.
See Scampfish's stories here: .net/s/5553026/1/Prompt_Me_Happy

Not mine, at all. I just rather enjoyed borrowing them for a wee while. =]

Please please please review. It is my crack.


Lull. Carlisle/Esme

"Well, Hello Miss." A young man in a light linen overall greeted me pleasantly as he came into the room, before offering me a dazzling smile.

"Good afternoon, Sir" I managed to reply with the same amount of cordiality, the warmth of his smile having dulled the throbbing from my leg.

"You must be the adventurous Esme, climber extraordinaire." He said, moving closer to the bed.

I smiled at his comment as he had a look at my leg. "That certainly would be me. Though I wouldn't be sure about the "climber extraordinaire" part." I laughed.

My doctor laughed with me. "I heard you fell from quite a height. So your climbing technique can't be at fault, however I think your descent needs a little work." He chuckled, and his amber eyes startled me as they met mine. "My name is Doctor Cullen, but that makes me sound so old, you can call me Carlisle." He flashed me another grin.

I could hardly help but blush at his conviviality. "Very nice to meet you, Carlisle"

As he assessed my injury, his touch was making me want to laugh, or shout or… something! I wanted to look at him, watch him all day. I wanted his eyes –such a mesmerising colour – to look into mine. My cheeks were so hot, as I pressed them with the back of my fingers, I could imagine my mother scolding me for thinking such things about a man, who must be five years older or so than I.

I noticed his hands were icy cold, a welcome relief from the swelling of my shin.

"Is it a requirement?" I questioned, breaking the silence, in a bid to see his eyes again.

"What was that?" He asked, looking up at me.

They caught me again - his eyes, shot me like an arrow through my heart – which was beating erratically at his touch already.

"Cold hands. All the doctors I've ever had to visit have had cold hands." I stated.

Carlisle just laughed, "you could say that" he smiled, shaking his head slightly, before returning to his work.

It seemed almost effortless for him; cleaning the ghastly wound where my leg scraped on the rock, stitching it closed, and fitting a splint to my slightly mangled leg.

"Now, you are going to have to keep off your feet, I'm afraid, for the next eight weeks, until it is healed. So no climbing expeditions until then."

"Of course" I replied. "Thank you, Carlisle. It feels much better."

Carlisle smiled, "You are very welcome."

A moment passed as he looked at me, his eyes captivating me, and almost – it sounds absurd - looking past my eyes, somehow, into something deeper.

"Take care, Esme. Look after yourself."

And with that, he was gone.

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