Of Freesias and earth
By Goldeneyes'1640
Hi guys, this is my new (and third) fanfic. I love Bellisle stories so I thought I would give one a go. (don't hate, if you don't like bellisle, then don't read. Simple) I hope you like it! :D
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Chapter one
"Doctor Cullen to bed four."
The early afternoon rush that usually dominated the ER was building up, and as the nurses prepared the empty beds for their imminent occupiers, there was a buzz that came from the news of a potentially fatal accident that had occurred at the local high school. Soon beds would be filling up. A young man by the name of Tyler Crowley had skidded in his van on the ice that had covered the roads since late last night. He had nearly killed a girl in his year. Irresponsible young drivers irritated Carlisle Cullen, an ER doctor. He just couldn't understand why any humans would risk their lives by not being careful- because when life was taken away from young people, it was always such a waste, and Carlisle valued human life greatly.
As he made his way to bed four – as instructed by the wards intercom – he ignored the many pairs of nurses eyes that followed him through the corridor. He was used to the admiration, and didn't care for the attention that his supernaturally good looks garnered him. His next patient – the one in bed four – Carlisle discovered by the notes that were handed to him by the elderly nurse Jackie that it was a young boy, of about seven years that had been injured at his school when he was cutting up some paper. Carlisle could smell the blood pouring from his hand before he turned the corner, he could tell that his teacher had done a poor job at staunching the flow. Before he turned the corner, Carlisle put on his polite face and got his pen out.
"so what do we have here?" , Carlisle smiled at the little boy whose name was George.
"I cut my hand" , George said as he proudly held up his hand to show Carlisle his wound.
"my my! That is a big cut! But don't worry, we will get it all fixed up so that you can go back to school tomorrow and show off how brave you were." , Carlisle looked at the boys teacher and smiled to reassure her that everything was alright. George giggled. "I bet you are a really brave boy!" George nodded. "will you let me give you a little shot that will stop your hand from hurting while I fix you up?" again George nodded.
"yes! I am a big brave boy!" , George replied. Carlisle quickly gave George the shot before he could realise it.
"there we go. You are going to need two stitches young man!" , Carlisle chuckled after examining the boys hand. George pulled a face, he was scared. "Don't worry, now that you had that shot, you won't feel a thing, I promise." , Carlisle smiled and the boy was satisfied.
Once Carlisle had finished stitching George's hand, he filled in his notes and handed them into the nurses' desk. The nurse whose name was Eleanor smiled at Carlisle, a hint of suggestiveness glistening in her dull blue eyes. "Nurse Davies." , Carlisle curtly nodded his head at her.
"Carlisle." , she smiled. He wanted to remind her that it was Dr Cullen, but he didn't have a chance before she spoke again. "Are you perfectly sure that I cannot persuade you to come out for a drink with me?" , she winked at him. Carlisle couldn't stand the forwardness that seemed to manifest in the modern woman. He couldn't understand it, but it was a side effect of his appeal as a vampire, it was how the ones of his kind who fed on their natural food source attracted their pray. Some human females couldn't take the hint. He should have known that the fabricated backstory –that he was a recently widowed man- would attract unwanted attention from the opposite sex.
"Perfectly sure, Nurse Davies." , he said through gritted teeth as he made his way to his office. That woman had been pestering him to go out with her for several weeks, and each time that he politely declined, she seemed to become more determined. Carlisle had been alive for over three hundred and sixty years, but he would never fully understand women.
As Carlisle sat at his desk, he could hear some nurses gossiping. Sometimes he longed to be rid of his supernaturally acute hearing, this was one of those times. They were discussing him.
"I just don't understand it," Nurse Tate was saying to Nurse Davies and Nurse Bailey. "The man shows absolutely no interest in any of the towns women whatsoever! You would think that he would respond to someone at least, I mean, how many times has he shot you down Eleanor?"
"Too many to count!" , Eleanor replied in a surprised tone. "Can you believe it?" , she sounded irked. "No one has ever seen him with a woman, you know.".
"Maybe he's gay!" , Nurse Tate said.
"Or, maybe he hasn't gotten over his dead wife, you know, the one he lost only three years ago! Honestly, I think you should cut the poor guy some slack!" , Nurse Bailey chided the other two. Nurse Bailey was the only nurse in the ER department that Carlisle had some affection for. She had never made a move on him, despite her relationship status being 'perpetually single' as she put it, and she didn't gossip like the others. In some ways, she stuck up for him, she must understand him- or think she does. Although Carlisle scarcely spoke two sentences with her, he regarded her as one of the few members of the ER staff who were good company. Carlisle stopped listening and concentrated on the papers in front of him.
It wasn't long before the victims of the accident at Forks High School came in. as it turned out, there were only three. Tyler Crowley- the driver, Isabella Swan- who was the police chief's daughter and Edward Cullen all came into the hospital. Edward was not a victim, nor was he injured. Carlisle's son, connected through Carlisle's venom, was brought along with Isabella, who was in a stretcher, despite her insistence that she was not harmed. Edward's involvement surprised Carlisle, but he was sure that he had a good reason for not avoiding the situation. He got up and left his office to see to the two patients admitted from the accident.
Carlisle walked through the door and stopped short. Before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She smelled of Freesia and lilac, and strawberries. So sweet. She was intoxicating. Carlisle only stopped for a split second, not long enough for the pause to be noticed by humans. He forced himself to continue.
"I heard the chief's daughter was here.".
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as ever,
Goldeneyes'1640
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