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**10**
She insists on driving me to the local hospital although I try to protest. It's not like I have any money to waste for medical treatment. My knee hurts so much though that I give into her suggestion.
During the drive to the hospital, Lee seems a bit tensed and as soon as we enter the waiting hall, she stiffens completely.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, sure, it's just that stench here. It makes me sick."
I inhale deeply, noticing the typical sterile smell of disinfectants in the air.
"No one likes hospital smell. If you want to you can wait outside."
"I'm not going to leave you on your own." She tells me, pulling out a tissue that she presses against her nose.
God, she's really overreacting a bit with the smell thing…
"Hello, pretty. How can I help you?"
The guy behind the counter looks so much out of place here, it's ridiculous. He's build like a tree, with short black curls and skin white like that of an albino.
"I'm here because I hurt my knee."
"I'm sorry about that." He smiles at me, dimples appearing in his face. I have a thing for dimples.
Lee wraps her hand around mine, her fingers closing tightly around my wrist. She seems tensed, agitated somehow.
"You need to fill these papers first." he explains, handing me a sheet of paper. For a split second his fingers touch mine and I shrug back from their coldness.
"Sure," Crap, I hate filling stuff with all my new dates. It's hard enough to remember using my new name.
He waves his hand at Lee and grins. "This your new girlfriend? Wow, you have good taste,"
"Yes," she says her voice almost a growl. "She's with me. So, you better keep your distance."
He laughs and shakes his head, pointing to a couch at the side of the room. I fill the requested papers and wait until eventually a nurse tells me to follow her to another room.
"Dr. Cullen will be with you in a moment." she tells me, quickly checking my blood pressure.
"Dr. Cullen? Isn't there any other doctor available that could take a look at her?" Lee asks her, wrapping her arms around my shoulder.
The nurse rolls her eyes, mumbling something about superstitious natives before she rushes out of the room.
"Is there something wrong with that man?" I ask her worriedly when I notice that she's trembling now. What the hell is wrong with her?
"No, it's fine. He's a good doctor. I just don't want him near you."
"You're not making any sense."
"I'm trying to protect you."
"From a doctor? You should better try to protect me from being charged too much for this visit here. It was bad enough that I had to close the café to come here."
"Dr. Cullen is the reason why I'm not allowed to enter the Rez anymore. It's not his fault, I know but still—"
The door opens again and someone that looks better than a lot of movie stars I know walks in. His skin is chalky-white, the only thing about him that is not utterly perfect.
"Hello, Miss Lillian. How are you feeling?"
"Okay," I croak. "I just hurt my knee when I fell down."
"Pull up your jeans. Looks pretty bruised. Try to move it. Yes, like that."
His fingers are cold as he starts to examine my knee. It's like having an ice-pack on them.
"Miss Clearwater, how's it going?"
"I'm fine, Dr. Cullen. Is her knee broken?"
"I don't think so. But she shouldn't walk around on it for a few days and try to keep it still."
"I can't lie around and do nothing. I have to work. Can you just give me some painkillers?"
He gives me a few pills and a salve that I'm supposed to apply several times a day. Then he tells us goodbye and leaves us alone.
Lee grabs the plastic bag with my medication and loops her arm through mine, as we walk out to her car again.
"God, that stench inside there almost made me throw up. You have to shower as soon as you come home. God, this is so disgusting."
"Are you crazy? I don't smell!"
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just them…I mean that hospital stench. It reminds me of death."
"Well, I won't die from my sprained knee, so there is no need to overreact like that."
She sighs and opens the passenger's door for me. I sigh when she insists on keeping both windows down the entire ride home.
"Why did you tell that guy at the counter, I'm your girlfriend?"
"You're not interested in him, are you?"
"What does it matter to you?"
"I care about you. Emmett was trying to lure you in and I won't have that."
"I'm not your property, you know?"
"Yes, sure, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just concerned about your safety."
"That's cute, but not necessary. I'm not interested in him anyway. Guys mean too much stress and I don't need any of that right now."
"Good,"
"That doesn't mean, I'm a lesbian now." I tell her as she parks the car in front of my house. "I am not gay."
"If you say so, beautiful, it's just that I had the impression you enjoyed it a great deal when I kissed you."
I lean over and plant a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back after about a split second. Crap, what am I doing here?
"I've never been with a woman. I don't know if I can do this."
"Well, we have time to find out. Try to relax. If we're meant to be together it will work out just fine."
She kisses me again, but after a few moments she pulls back and wrinkles her nose.
"God, you really need to shower that vam— that hospital stench off. It's gross."
"You're strange somehow. Well, you don't have to come with me when I go there the next time."
"I insist on coming with you."
"Fine, I just don't like you being uncomfortable."
"I can handle it. For you I can handle the worst stench on earth."