As he pulls away from her, she sighs and leans her head back against the pillow a little more, not realizing she had tilted her head at all so she could see him better. For a moment, she looks over at the curtain again, but her gaze flickers back up once more as he arrives at her side again with that syringe. Now her eyes widen a little, but she says nothing. It's obvious she's nervous about it, but looking back up into his golden gaze, she manages a brave little nod. "Okay," she breathes.
"One thing you should remember, is that we each make our own lives. Our families are apart of it, but our lives are our own." Carlisle offers in a soft tone, feeling as if he is intervening on the matters of humans- which he never does, aside from saving lives. Getting mixed up in human lives is dangerous, and something he generally tries to avoid. But there is that something…
As she puts her brave face back on, he smiles, his golden eyes smoldering before they shift to her arm to watch his work. With one hand, he holds her arm, the other he moves the syringe to pierce into the vein and inject the medicine. As soon as it begins, it is over, the syringe withdrawn. A piece of gauze is taken to put against the hole the needle made and he folds her arm. "Keep it like that for me, for now." He then smiles. "You did very well."
As he speaks, Esme falls quite silent and still, unable to pull her gaze from his. Something flashes across her expression briefly but it's so quick that it might be hard to interpret. But perhaps there's a little bit of understanding and some agreement… even mingled with a dose of frustration. Even in this day in age, a young woman such as herself finds it difficult to pull herself from the wishes of her parents. She then sighs wistfully before murmuring, "I hope you're right…"
But then her voice trails off as that smoldering gaze catches her full attentions yet again. Cheeks blush and lips part ever so slightly as she obviously reacts to the look. It -almost- distracts her completely from the needle. There is, however, a sharp intake of breath from her… but he'salready bent her arm and is instructing her to hold it that way. Beginning to breathe again, Esme murmurs, "Okay…" She then clears her throat a little and says quietly, "Thank you… you were very… good with me." When a drug like morphine hits the bloodstream, it doesn't take long for it to begin to work its magic. Her words slow and slur a little and creases in her forehead begin to smooth out as her heart works to pump the drug through her body.
Once the needle is withdrawn, he sets it aside for now for disposal later. He shifts back to her side, his golden eyes still warm, his smile gentle as he watches her face. "It should be kicking in soon. Your life is your own, Esme, but you are still young. Keep in mind your happiness." He offers in a low tone, a hand raising to brush some of her hair out of her face as she starts to go under. "Take care of yourself."
Once he is certain she is completely under with the drug, he works about getting the splint put on her leg and seated properly for healing. However, much to the chagrin of the local populace, Dr. Cullen leaves the following week, having apparently taken another job at a larger city.