Shaking in the down-pouring rain along with sitting in the muddy side road, I look to the man in the driver seat. His appearance was both weird and creepy at the same time, yet looked unnaturally beautiful. The thought of him being beautiful came through my head. The creepy side was how his skin was so different than anyone else I have ever seen. The blonde-haired man turns his head to me and welcomes me with one quick glance from his eyes. I sit there with my eyes and mouth gaping wide open as I try to say something. The man goes out of his car and walks quickly to my side. He kneels down to see where the injury is while I lay curious in staring at his face. Unfortunately, I could only see the left side of his face. It was so pale and white than my own skin. The man walks toward where my feet lay and he bends over to look.
The man was in a white coat, much like a doctor, along with a tan suit underneath. He makes sure not to get his coat muddy so he takes it off and puts it over his right shoulder. The weird-looking man reaches his hand to touch my injured force. I quickly force my injured foot as I let out a terrifying gasp at how nearly cold the atmosphere was when the man moved in. Then I hear a little bit of the man's voice in the loud rain dripping from above..
"Young man, I am not going to hurt you," says the man. "I am a doctor."
I still tense at the rich velvet voice that this doctor made. As soon as he talked, however, I release my tension to let my injured foot be stretched out once more. I let out a stutter from the freezing rain and the burning pain that came once I moved my foot: "T-thank y-you… but w-who a-are y-y-you?"
The man, still keeping his eyes down at my foot, replies about two minutes later, "Cullen. Dr. Carlisle Cullen. And I am terribly sorry for running over your foot. I am the worst driver in the state of Illinois."
A minute passes as I was looking at him getting up to go back to his car. He grabs what looks like a medical kit, white box with a red cross, and goes back to his bent-down position at my right foot. He begins to speak again with that soft, yet soothing voice. While he talks, he works on bandaging my foot.
"If you want to know why I was in such a hurry, it's because I have been thinking of how so many people are losing their lives." He pauses to tilt his head then continues, "And how my work is the only thing in life right now that keeps me focused on what it is important in saving humanity.
"Tell me, young man. What is your name?" The man finishes bandaging up my foot and looks at me for the first time. I notice he has golden eyes so different than any normal eye color. Except what I could tell from just meeting him, he is not normal.
Planning on straightening my shaken voice, I clear my throat then answer, "Edward Masen Jr, sir!" Then the man, Dr. Cullen smiles and turns away then I add, "Thanks for apologizing and fixing my foot, Dr. Cullen!"
"You're welcome! You're a fine man, Mr. Masen. I hope we meet again someday!" says the pale doctor. Then he turns around to face me again and adds, "But I hope you don't get that illness or any disease for that matter. Mr. Masen, be careful on not getting that flu because I am sure a person in your life will miss you very much." With a smile and a wave of goodbye, he parts with: "And also be careful with that foot!"
I laugh while seeing him go. With that look of care from those golden eyes, I could tell that this man was not as bad as I thought. Though as that moment came, I felt a cough stir in my throat. I wait until he is in the car and out to the hospital. Then I hack harshly as I am getting up from the wet and muddy road. Wiping what saliva had come up from the cough, I limp to the butcher shop to find Mom. Along the way, I continue thinking about helping her, but the kind doctor, Carlisle Cullen became something that stayed in my thoughts as I head to the shop. I don't know why, but I just hope I take his word for it on not meeting him when either my mom's or my life is in a crisis.