CPOV
"Gianna can you please send in the next patient?"
"Of course Dr. Cullen," she replies. I look over the next patient's information. Esme Anne Platt, 25, rape victim one year ago, pregnancy, miscarriage. Oh man this was going to be hard on her. There is a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say. The door opens to reveal a beautiful woman with brown eyes and caramel hair. She's medium height and has gorgeous soft supple curves. Whoa calm down, stay professional Carlisle, I chastise myself. I am also confused. I never get that sidetracked with this job. Accompanying her is the nurse who got her ready in her gown.
"Good Afternoon Esme, please take a seat," I gesture to the cot. She sits but doesn't look comfortable, I don't blame her. She also has her eyes planted on her shoes. "How are you?" I ask.
"I'm good, how are you?" she asks, finally meeting my eyes. Her voice is captivating, even in her nervousness.
"I'm OK, just tired. It's been a long day," I respond. "Are you ready?" she nods. "I know this will be difficult for you, I'm going to be as gentle as I can. I promise I will not hurt you intentionally but if you feel any discomfort please tell me right away," I tell her as soothingly as I can.
"I'll be fine Dr. Cullen, thank you," Esme says.
"Well then, let's get started. Can you please lie down for me?" I ask as I clean my hands and get my gloves on. Maria the nurse is getting all the equipment ready. When I touch her stomach she giggles a little.
"I'm sorry," I say.
"It's OK you didn't hurt me, I'm just ticklish," she says and I see her blush.
As we are going through the bi-manual exam I know she's nervous because her vagina is tense around my fingers. I ask her the basic questions and finish up.
"We will call with your results from the swabs soon. But everything looks good," I tell Esme.
"Thank you," she says as she gets up to leave.
ESPOV
I can't believe how turned on I got by Doctor Cullen. Obviously he's very handsome with his typical blond hair and blue eyes and his sculpted beautiful face. I haven't felt attracted to anyone in over a year. After Charles beat and raped me then losing my baby, I just feel like I don't deserve to see anyone that way anymore. I've been tarnished and had my innocence taken away by that bastard who's now rotting in jail. I just want to get home to my sister Rose and eat.
When I get home I change into sweatpants and a big t-shirt and cuddle up on the sofa with some spaghetti for lunch and put on The Simpsons. Rose walks into the apartment with bags of groceries so I get up to hug and help her.
"How was your appointment?" Rose asks me while we're putting away the groceries. I knew she was worried. I should have called her but I didn't want to bother her while she was at work.
"It was fine," I say a little too quickly and I accidentally drop a can of soup I was putting on the shelf.
"What happened?" she asks as she comes over to pick up the can and put it away.
I go back to sit on the couch and pat the seat next to me. Rose comes and sits beside me and I stretch my legs across her lap. "It was fine, it's just that Dr. Cullen was a little too handsome," I tell her.
"Es, how was he possibly too handsome?"
"I don't want to see people that way anymore! I don't deserve it Rosalie. I'm screwed up, I shouldn't see anyone that way anymore. It's not right. I don't deserve it," I look down at my plate of spaghetti, I'm not hungry anymore.
"Esme don't you dare say that. You deserve so much," She grabs my chin so I look at her. "You and I both know what Charles did wasn't fair to you and I get it. I felt exactly the same way when Royce did it to me but what did you tell me then? What did my big sister tell me?" She waits for my answer.
"I told you that you can't give up and let that asshole win. I told you to stand with your head held high and show the bastard that he can't touch you again, that you win Rose," I mumble.
"Exactly. Take your own advice Es. I love you, you're all I have now. Mom and Dad want nothing to do with us but who cares? We have each other. I have to take care of you just like you take care of me," She smiles at me and I smile back.
"We should go out tonight, its Friday let's go to the bar, I need a drink or two and I want wings," I tell her, I see her eyes light up.
"Yes! I would love to. Get some rest we'll leave around 8," Rose says. She gives me a peck on the cheek and leaves to go to her room. I put my spaghetti on the coffee table and get comfy on the couch.
I wake up about an hour and a half later and it's a little after 6:30. I get up and go to my bathroom and shower. I get into my routine; shampoo and condition, coconut body wash, I don't need to shave I did that last night, wash my face and while doing everything I try and figure out what I'll wear. When I'm done I brush my teeth and go to do my makeup which is always tedious. When I finish with that I go to the closet and pick out my burgundy t-shirt, with fake leather pants that Rose says look great on me. I get my favorite black booties and some jewelry.
I pin up my wavy hair in a half up half down style and get my jacket on. It's almost 8 so I go knock on Rose's door and let myself in. She's finishing up with hoop earrings.
"You ready girly?" I ask her.
"Yep. You look hot!" she exclaims.
I blush, "you look gorgeous," Rosalie's wearing blue skinny jeans, a grey tank top and a black leather jacket and black pumps. "Let's go!"
I grab my clutch and we lock up. When we get outside we're hit with the chilliness. It's not too cold, it's early September in Seattle. We walk to the bar down the block and once we're there we get seated and to start we each get a shot of tequila, it's kind of our little tradition. We order wings and we each get a pint. I ask her about work, Rosalie works as a Human Resource Manager. She complains about some people but that's the usual. As I'm taking a sip of beer after a good laugh, I notice two men at the bar looking at Rose and I.
One of them is very muscular he's huge. He has curly brown hair and blue eyes that look familiar. Then I look at the man sitting beside him, blond hair, blue eyes, sculpted face… Dr. Cullen. Oh my God.