Carlisle was working the night shift at the community hospital when a very familiar-looking woman was brought in on a stretcher.
"What happened to her?" Carlisle asked the doctor carrying her in, shocked.
"Jumped off a cliff, poor thing." The doctor shook her head and took her to the morgue. Her heart was still beating, he could hear it.
"Esme Platt," he breathed, remembering the happy teenager he'd treated years ago.
Later that night, after all the other doctors had left, Carlisle walked to the morgue silently and stole her away.
His loneliness was what made his decision for him.
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I hope I captured Carlisle's personality right...
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