"You boys always keep me on my toes." Carlisle sighs. He's back to pacing around the room.
"It's not a bad thing." Emmett defends himself. "I really, really love her."
"What happens if this doesn't work out? Won't that make things awkward?"
"It's going to work out. I know it will. Rosalie and I have both had feelings for each other since the day she got here."
"You have Cullen tattooed across your back."
"I know. When we get married, I'll take the Cullen last name instead of her taking McCarty."
"Married? You two are talking about marriage?" Carlisle asks. Emmett nods.
"I'm telling you, Carlisle, we're meant for each other."
Carlisle doesn't respond. He keeps pacing instead. I look over at Emmett. He sighs.
"Jasper, I know Rosalie has talked with you about it." He says. I nod. "What-"
"Dr. Cullen!" A young guy in scrubs comes flying into our room, cutting Emmett off. He bumps into Carlisle, and thrusts a file into his hands.
"Jesus, Thatcher." Carlisle huffs and opens the file. He scans it over, and suddenly his face scrunched up. He holds the file closer to him.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Cullen. We just got the results back." This Thatcher guy says with a sad tone.
"Are you fucking serious?" Carlisle murmurs under his voice before snapping the file shut. He holds the file up and give Thatcher a fiery glare. "This is for *Casper Culken*, not *Jasper Cullen*! Are you even reading these before you deliver bad news to someone?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Cullen." Thatcher says meekly. His shoulders hunch forward and he looks down at the ground.
"You are damn lucky this mistake happened with me and not another patient's parent!" Carlisle bellows like I've never heard before. I look at Emmett with wide eyes and wonder if he has ever seen this side of Carlisle before. His mimicked look lets me know he is just as shocked as I am. I look back to Carlisle. It's like a car wreck. I know I shouldn't stare, but I can't look away. "If you give someone the wrong test results you will be in a lawsuit so quickly that you won't know what hit you! How many times have we gone over this, Thatcher? If you have any hopes of making it in *my* hospital, you better not make these ridiculous, inexcusable, reckless mistakes!"
"Dr. Cullen-"
"Now your remember the last name." Carlisle releases an agitated huff. "How the hell did you think my son's last name was Culken?"
"It's an honest mistake-"
"Honest mistake? It's a careless mistake!"
"Well, his name isn't Cullen." Thatcher tries to defend himself and points at Emmett. "How was I supposed to know you only changed the name of one kid and not the other?"
Carlisle gives him the most hateful scowl I've ever seen, and his face turns red as he clenches his jaw. It doesn't take long for Thatcher to backpedal.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Cullen. I'll get these results to the Culken family right away, sir." Thatcher reaches for the fold, but Carlisle pulls his arm back so Thatcher can't reach it. He holds up one finger towards Thatcher's face.
"Do not step foot into this room again. I don't care if you're given a task so simple a trained monkey can do it. I don't want your incompetent self to do so much as take the trash from my boy's room, let alone deliver any test results or perform any treatment." Carlisle says with a growl in his tone. "And you better have a doctor, a well educated doctor, double check whatever the hell you're doing. Our patients don't deserve to suffer any trouble because of your mistakes and this hospital can't afford you damaging its reputation."
Carlisle shoves the file back into Thatcher's arms, and Thatcher quickly scurries out of the room. Carlisle looks down to the floor, closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"D-dad?" I stutter. When he looks up at me, his face is completely different that it was ten seconds ago. His eyes have gone from angry to caring, his jaw from clenched to relax.
"Are you always that mean to your coworkers?" Emmett asks. Carlisle sighs and drags his feet over to the chair next to Emmett. He collapses into it with a heavy sigh.
"Thatcher is one of the new residents. I swear, they give away those degrees anymore. It's always mistake after mistake with him." He explains.
"Dr. Cullen!" Glenda the nurse calls after she flings the door room open. She closes it firmly behind her and puts her hands on her hips. Carlisle groans. "Why are you screaming at poor Thatcher?"
"Because he's incompetent and wants to make comments about my boys!" Carlisle reiterates.
"Is he always like that when he's at work?" Emmett continues his questions.
"Only to the young and dumb ones. He knows better than to yell at me." Glenda smiles and walks over to me. "You're going to raise this poor boy's heart rate, doctor. You know he doesn't need to be dealing with any stress with this concussion."
"You're right." He murmurs and pinches his nose again. "I'm sorry Jasper."
"I-it's o-o-o-okay." I whisper.
Carlisle's head snaps up and he stares at me. His frown slowly turns into a smile. He looks over to Glenda for a split second before looking back at me.
"So is he the Dr. House of this hospital?" Emmett ask, yanking Carlisle's eyes from me to him. Carlisle lets out a light, airy laugh.
"He's the warden, the captain, the big man in charge." Glenda lists with a smirk. She pats my hand before heading towards the door. Before she steps out, she points at Carlisle. "Be nice to our staff!"
Carlisle keeps his smile, but rolls his eyes and waves her away. He stands up and comes over to my bedside. He grabs my hand and gives it a little squeeze.
"You spoke in front of Glenda."
"She's nice." I admit quietly.
"So," Emmett says. "What about me and Rosie? What do you think?"
Carlisle sighs and squeezes my hand again.
"What do you think, kiddo?"
"Rose is happy." I tell him. Carlisle nods.
"My only concern is that if things don't work out, then both of you are hurt." Carlisle explains.
"It's going to work out. I swear. Dad," Emmett sighs. "I love her. I really do. I've never felt like this before about someone."
Carlisle drops my hand and returns back to his seat next to Emmett. He's silent for a few moments, but then starts to nod.
"Okay." He finally agrees and pats Emmett's shoulder. "If you have that much faith in this, then I'll back you up on it."