I was thinking the other day about why Carlisle changed Edwrd. This is what came out of it. I might just integrate my story The Word of Your Body in with this one. I'm not sure yet, but they tie in together so well. So, if at a later point, my other story disappears, that is why!
A/N: Contains slash! Carlisle/Edward, possibly some others later.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything!
"Good evening, Edward," Dr. Cullen said as e entered my hospital room.
"And to you, Dr. Cullen," I responded. He flashed a brilliant smile at me. If I had been standing my knees would have buckled beneath me. Getting the Spanish Influenza was almost worth it, because I got to meet him, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I had never known emotions like this before toward anyone, male or female. Carlisle, though, had awakened a part of me I had not been aware of before I had become ill.
He was inhumanly attractive with blonde hair and warm topaz eyes. He was of average height, but that was the only average thing about him. His touch was gentle and kind, almost healing in itself.
I smiled shyly at him. He glanced over at my mother, Elizabeth Masen, lying in the bed beside mine (It was just my mother and I now. The Spanish Influenza had already overtaken my father). When he looked back at me, his eyes were chastising.
"Shouldn't you be resting, Edward?" he asked, a sly smile on his face. "It is getting quite late."
I chuckled. "Well, since you only work at night, I have to stay awake to see you." I knew I wasn't being subtle, but I didn't care. He did only work at night. I hated that. My sleeping schedule was reversed by that point.
Cough, cough. I was getting worse. That cough had been extremely painful. Carlisle had seen the pain on my face, as well. He went from casual to professional in a split second as he rushed ot my bedside, stethoscope in hand. He pulled back my blankets, put the stethoscope to my chest, and listened to my breathing. Normally I would have loved Carlisle being so close to me; I would have loved the fact that he was touching me. At that moment, though, all I could think about was my imminent death.