Mine
The south hallway of the fourth floor of Forks General Hospital was quiet as Bella made her way to Carlisle's office. Her clumsy nature had struck again, this time ending with her accidentally slamming her fingers in the door of her beloved truck.
Arriving at the door to Carlisle's office she took a deep breath and lifted her un-injured hand to knock. Hearing a soft 'Come in' she turned the doorknob and quietly entered the office shutting the door behind her.
"Bella what can I help you with?" Carlisle asked her a look of pleasant surprise on his face. He motioned for her to take a seat in front of his desk. Bella smiled weakly at the handsome doctor and held up her injured hand, the fingers already looking swollen and red. "My truck and I got into a fight, it won." She said with a small smile. Carlisle chuckled and then moved about to get some things for her hand. He handed her an anti-inflammatory and started wrapping her fingers gently after she took it. "Well they aren't broken so that's good but I still don't want you using them too much for a few days. Leaving them wrapped will limit movement and give them time to heal." Carlisle's cool breath washed over her causing her to shiver slightly. "Of course." She said softly as she inhaled his unique scent.
Out of all the Cullens, Carlisle's was the scent she loved the most, even more so that Edward. It was a fact that she had spent hours pondering and still had yet to understand why that was. If she was being truly honest with herself she could admit that Carlisle's scent of old books, fresh lemons, and something she could only describe as sunlight, was particularly intoxicating to her. If her blood sang to Edward then Carlisle's scent sang to Bella.
Bella shook herself out of her thoughts before she could be caught snorting Carlisle like a drug. She realized as she looked up at Carlisle's amused gold eyes that she had in fact been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Busted…