Chapter one : Pressure

It wasn't long before I was zooming down the street in my sisters car. "Lily, Im fine I swear." There was a strange look in her eyes, frantic, painful, maybe. But I let it go. "I can't believe you stabbed yourself!" She said almost screaming. "Hey! Its not my fault!" I argued. It was though. And I knew it. I was "trying" to cook when the knife slipped threw the fake meet and into my palm. A pool of red flooded into my had. I was fine, a little paler, I didn't faint, I was slightly dizzy but I was fine. "Your still bleeding!" She said looking down from the street to my blood stained towel. "Can we just get there so I can waste my time?" I sighed. No one spoke after that.

It wasn't bleeding as much as before. The urge to vomit left. I was still dizzy but there was really no reason to be here. We waited 2 hours in the ER before a doctor could see us. I told Lily to wait in the waiting room. I wasn't sure if she couldn't stand to see more blood. I hadn't remembered her being scared if it in any way shape or form. I sighed as I laid back on the crinkling paper the covered the small bed as I waited for a doctor to look at me. I bit my cheek and blinked at the ceiling when I heard a voice. "Hello Mrs. Moon." said the voice. It was low velvet. I opened my eyes fully sitting up straight.

"he-he-hello." I stuttered. "Im Dr. Cullen." He spoke in is smooth voice. I could feel my self getting light headed. Could it be from sitting up so fast or was he just dazzling. "Jasper's father, right?" I asked dumbly. Of course he was. Gorgeous, tall, pale, tired looking. His hair was great. Golden just like Jaspers, even though they weren't really related. "Yes," He nodded looking at my chart. "So, you need stitches." He nodded. "I guess. that's what the nurse said." I told him. "On your.. Left hand." His hand reached out to mine. "May I?" He asked smiling. "Of course." I blushes lightly. And that was something I didn't do often. I sent my hand, palm-side-up, on his. His skin was ice cold. It was shocking for a moment. He examined my hand for less then a second before putting down.

"You defiantly need stitches." He said going to the cupboards on the other side of the room. I craned my neck to see what he was doing. He pulled out a pair of blue rubber gloves and the packaging with the needle and thread. He set it down on a tray along with some type of blue cloth and a syringe. He pulled the cart and tray over with him as he came back. "Set your hand here." He said unwrapping the cloth. I did as he said setting my hand down and taking a deep breath. He pulled up the syringe. "You might feel a small pinch," he said as he chuckled lightly. "What?" I asked curious. "I don't suppose your afraid of needles," He smiled dazzling me. "No, not really." I laughed softly. I had to admit. I wouldn't be surprised if I pounced on him right now. It would be nice. Hot maybe. But he has a wife. I could deal with her. She didn't look like she was a fighter. Maybe I could just stab her and push her off a cliff."So Dr. Cullen. How's Mrs. Cullen?" I asked hoping he would reply wit ha frown saying he had just gotten in from her funeral. "She's good." He said opening the small package with the needle inside. I watched as he sewed me up. I couldn't feel it going threw my skin but I could feel the pressure. "That's good." I frowned. No death. I sighed as he finished me. "There you go, you might be in pain for a day, but just some Advil and the pain will ease." He smiled at me. "Thank you again." I said hopping down off the table. I was a little sore, but I could just leave it at that. He walked me out to the waiting room. I told him to give Esme my hellos. I didn't mention how I think she should go die. Lily ran to me thanking Dr. Cullen. I thanked him once more and then he was was unreal. That gorgeous piece of ass had to be taken. He was on hot doctor. I suddenly felt envious of Esme. She tapped that. And she probably did a lot. Think of this didn't make my furry to want her dead any better. I laid back into my bed as a swallowed another Advil. I soon found my self in the familiar hospital room. I was sitting there life before, my feet swinging. "Hello Trinnie." Dr. Cullen greated me. He wasn't wearing a shirt under his hospital coat. Seeing him was like an orgasm for the eyes. "Im going to show you how this works.." He smirked reaching in his pocket.