Author's Note: This was written for a challenge by Leiaaa on Fight Imprinting forum. I posted it up in hurry, everyone had done theirs and I felt lonely :(. Nways, still not completely satisfied, I'll edit later. For now, enjoy. P.S I know nothing about medicine. Nothing. Why I chose to write about the doc, I don't know.
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His knowledge of medicine is renowned, if only as far as the Peninsula.
He's studied every branch of medicine and healing there is, devoted his life to learning the science. Curing a person gives him happiness. Saving a human's life makes him remember that there is still some humanity left in him. He is not a monster.
But it's painful when there is nothing he can do to ease a patient's suffering. When their bodies rack with coughs, when they scream as the blood just won't stop, when they drown within themselves, their phlegm-filled lungs blocking the air. When the stage is so critical, there's nothing he can do but watch helplessly.
Helpless to help. He can't stand that feeling.
As he can't stand it now.
Looking at her, wounded and broken, hovering in some isolated corner of the room, Carlisle Cullen has no medicine for the pain this girl has gone through. No cure, no remedy, no drug that will make her forget it.
It is raw, open, glaring and ugly for all to see.
She does nothing to hide it.
If he could, he would do everything he could to help her. To stop the grief.
But there are some wounds to which there are no cures.
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