A/N I don't own anything of Twilight
I look around the waiting room. There was six teenagers, all looking rather green. A middle age man had blood dripping down his face. Three women also sat there, one holding her arm. Another with a ill looking child on her lap.
And the last, the most beautiful being in the room, my wife.
She was having a look at the small child, at the same time as calming the women down.
"Please, Mrs Smith. I need to check little Emma over to make sure she is okay. You said she's a little hot. She may just be teething. But I still have to check her to make sure she is okay," I hear her say in a soft reassuring voice.
"Don't take her please, I love her" sobs Mrs smith into her daughters red hair
"I know you do, a mothers love is the strongest. I know myself. I have children too. Four to be exact, two girls and two boys. I wont take her away. Why don't you bring her into the room fore me. Then we can check her over together" I hear my wife say back to the women.
The woman nodded her head then follows my wife into cubical 17.
"Good luck Carlisle, six stomachs to pump" she grins know how much I hate Friday nights.
"Kevin Michele" I say looking at the sheet in my hand which held the names of the six teens that where going to be drinking a cup of lovely charcoal within the next half an hour.
Six stomachs later, and the waiting room was still full. More people had come in with alcohol poising, three with fighting injuries. And another had burned themselves.
I look at the next name on my sheet.
"Annabel Carmon" I shout, a young woman stood up, dark brown waves of hair, deep chocolate eyes. Next to her stood a young man. The man turned around. Bronze hair and gold eyes. Edward. Oh bother.