A/N Quick note before I start - if you like this story and want me to continue, please tell me – in a review, by PM, or by favoriting or following. (I know, everyone says this, but why not follow the crowd this once? :D) Also, if anyone wants to beta, I would love the help. :) Anyway, this was a random plot bunny that has been in my head for a while now and has been itching to get out. Now, onto the story!
Prologue
It had been a long, slow day at Forks Hospital, and Dr. Carlisle Cullen was ready to go home. Dusk was fast approaching, and so was the end of his shift. All that there was left to do was take one last check on the ER and finish up his paperwork. As it was, he was leaning against the desk of the ER at that very moment, looking over an old patient's file.
It was quiet in the normally busy room, only a few patients on the narrow hospital beds that made up most of the space. Most, if not all, were sleeping or resting. The slight disturbance that came a moment later – the door to the hospital proper opening, accompanied by a small, pained gasp – was enough of a distraction from the monotony that Dr. Cullen raised his head in curiosity.
What he saw was a young, auburn-haired girl in hospital issued pajamas whose face was creased with pain standing in the doorway. He watches her, concerned, as she traces her hand over the wall and slides down into a chair. The girl leans back against the wall as he makes his way over to her, her thin, bony hand tight across her abdomen. His face wrinkled in concern, the blonde doctor squatted in front of her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, scanning her body for any signs of obvious injury, while also sniffing the air to see if he could smell something wrong with her. But, alas, it was fruitless, as there seemed to be no obvious injuries and he couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary on her.
The girl's eyes opened sluggishly, and she looked at him confusedly.
"'m… fine…" she said, her head listing to the left. Dr. Cullen frowned infinitesimally, and held up a finger.
"Follow this with your eyes," he ordered. The girl slowly lifted her eyes to his, and then slowly followed his finger. "Good," Dr. Cullen said. That was the last thing the girl heard before she fainted.
He caught the girl, finding her surprisingly light, even for a human. But he pushed that thought to the back of his mind, and picked the girl up, setting her on a nearby gurney. The girl groaned upon contact with the bed, and began to writhe, moaning. Twisting away from the surface, she whimpered softly. So, instead of trying to restrain her – which would probably do more harm than good – he administered a sedative, and after a small sigh left her, the girl was quiet.