Esme's POV
I walked the floors of the hospital, taking the vitals of my patients before my next shift started. I worked on the trauma/crisis center floor, patients that were raped, abused, molested or other wise, and patients that threatened to kill themself or do bodily harm to themself.
673. A private room, always for patients that were paranoid of other people. Usually whacked out of their minds. This one was...sweet...innocent looking, though. He had white hair, the darker roots sticking through, spikey and longer in the front and short in the back. He was handsome, and he had to be young. I looked through his chart. Carlisle Cullen. Here because he was raped and beaten.
I tapped on his shoulder, and he startled awake, jumping. Fear touched his beautiful golden eyes. "Shhhh. I'm just going to take your vitals, okay? I won't hurt you."
"Okay..." He sounded so lonely and broken, and his eyes held no life.
"Do you have anyone...?" I knew the answer before he spoke.
He shook his head, and almost whispered. "No..."
"Would you mind if I came back to see you a little bit?"
"Sure."
"Okay, honey. I'll be back." I gently pat his arm and left to take the other patients vitals.
When i came back, he was lying awake. Waiting for me. I smiled as I sat on the bed beside him. "So...will you be alright...?"
he shrugged. "I guess..." He put a hand on his stomach. "Th...they said I had an STD...a...and I might be...but i don't know how that's..."
"I don't get what you're saying...unless that was the point..."
"I...I..." He winced. "Nn..."
"Shhh." I put a hand on his stomach, and felt a tiny kick. "OH MY GOD..."
He nodded. "I...I have no idea how..."
"I...I don't, either..."
"I...I don't know what to do about it... I..."
i cupped my hand on his cheek, compensating for his flinch by moving close as he did. "I wouldn't either, honey. Especially if I was a MALE...good god..."
He burst into tears, then; shaking and quivering. I saw at that moment just how vulnerable he was. Just how scared he was. What the man that raped him had done to him.
"No, no, honey." I stroked his shoulder. "whatever happens, it'll be for the best. okay? whatever you decide to to, it'll be alright. Okay?"
"I...I'm SCARED..."
"I know, honey. I know..."
He gulped. "W...What's going to happen, now?
"Honey...I think what the doctor said is..that you're going to stay in the hospital for observation. To see whatever is going on."
"O...okay..."
I stroked his shoulder. "It's for the best. You'll be fine staying in the hospital. And...I hope you'll be fine, medically." fear touched his eyes again, and i stroked his shoulder. "i think you will. You're strong. In fact, I KNOW you'll be okay."
