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Up to Chapter 10! Wheee!!

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It wasn't hard to find Doctor Cullen's calling card. If anybody lived with Georgia, they'd know she kept it under her pillow.

Nah just joking. It was in her drawer. But it was separated from all the other junk in her drawer. I should be very concerned for Gary...

I dialled his number, hoping he was available. If he was the father of the Cullen's, surely he'd know what they mean when they say "one of us"? I doubt there's any other doctor who'd know. Doctor Cullen was my only hope.

'Hello, Doctor Cullen's office.' came a symphonic male's voice. I knew immediately this was Doctor Cullen.

'Oh thank god,' I muttered, 'hello I'd like to make an appointment.' I said politely, but fast.

'May I ask with whom I am speaking?' he asked with equal politeness.

'Skye Hansen.' I said, trying to calm down a little.

'Ah, Miss Hansen.' he agreed, 'I've heard a lot about you. When would you like the appointment?'

'As soon as possible.' I proclaimed. My throat's burn increased as I said this.

'Hmmm... would three o'clock be an appropriate time?' he asked after a few seconds.

'Yes that's fine. I'm guessing you don't need to ask where I live?' I laughed. Georgia probably fake's sick just to see Doctor Cullen. No doubt he'd already memorized our address. Even if it wasn't deliberate.

'No, Miss Smith has made sure of that.' he returned the laugh.

'Thanks heaps.' I said.

'I shall see you at three, Miss Hansen.' Doctor Cullen concluded.

'Later.'

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Doctor Cullen arrived right on three o'clock.

And I definitely knew what Georgia meant when she said he was beautiful. Because he was.

In fact, beautiful was an understatement.

Georgia is finishing work in about fifteen minutes, so she'll probably come home when Doctor Cullen is still here. This should be interesting.

He seemed a little surprised when I opened the door to let him in. Probably on account of how pale I was. I was surprised I wasn't reflecting light yet.

'My goodness you're pale, Miss Hansen.' he said worriedly as he followed me into the dining room.

'Yes, it scared the hell outta me when I woke up.' I agreed, sitting down.

'What seems to be the problem, Miss Hansen?' Doctor Cullen asked, also sitting down and putting his bag on the table. I didn't want to think about what was in that bag.

'Call me Skye.' I started, 'well... this morning my throat started burning.'

Doctor Cullen raised an eyebrow.

'Burning?'

'Yeah... like fire.'

'Have you lost your voice recently?' he asked.

'No.'

'Have you been raising your voice lately?'

'Not that I'm aware of.'

'Hmm...' he thought for a second, 'maybe an allergic reaction? Have you tried anything new in the past week? Any different foods?'

I shook my head, 'No. To be honest... I haven't eaten in two weeks.'

Doctor Cullen's eyes widened a little.

'Two weeks? Surely not. Why haven't you been eating? Maybe this is why your throat is burning.'

'Well...' I hesitated, 'I'm put off food now. All food I've tried lately has tasted like dirt.'

Doctor Cullen looked at me curiously. No, he glared at me curiously. When I said the word "dirt" he straightened up in his chair a little.

'Dirt?' he questioned

'Dirt.' I confirmed.

He scratched his chin.

'I'll just do a little check up to see your general health.' he said after a few seconds, and reached into his bag. He pulled out a stethoscope. I'd always hated those things when I was little... it was always freezing cold against my chest.

But this time when he placed it on my chest, it felt completely normal. It wasn't cold or anything. In fact, it was actually quite warm. Odd.

'Hmm... your heartbeat is very fast. Twice as fast as the usual human heartbeat. Do you exercise often?' he asked.

'Not in general. Only in gym class.' I replied simply.

He pulled the stethoscope away from my chest and put it back into his bag. Then he pulled out a thermometer to check my temperature. These things didn't worry me.

When he checked my temperature with the electric thermometer, it beeped wildly. Was there something wrong? Was I too hot?

'What is it Doctor Cullen?' I asked.

'Call me Carlisle.' he said, checking the thermometer.

'What's my temperature?'

'Minus ten degrees.'

My mouth dropped. Minus ten degrees? How could anybody be that cold? I didn't even feel cold! I felt positively warm. What was going on?

'What?' I gasped.

Carlisle put his hand to my forehead.

'Yes, you're very cold.' he confirmed.

I concentrated on breathing steadily. I couldn't possibly be that cold. Wouldn't I be on the brink of death if I was that cold?

Carlisle put the thermometer away.

'Do you have any other symptoms?' he asked calmly.

'Two, actually,' I said.

'Such as?'

'Well... I can't sleep anymore.'

'What do you mean by that exactly?'

'I mean, I physically can't sleep. And the funny thing is I'm not tired at all. I haven't slept for about two weeks and I feel fine.' I explained.

Carlisle's eyes widened again. He seemed amazed about something.

'So you cannot sleep. What was the other symptom?' he asked.

'Ugh. This happened right before I called you, Carlisle,' I started, 'I was just fine, in the bathroom, then suddenly my whole body just froze and I fell to the floor.'

Carlisle leaned forward slightly.

'And it felt like I was on fire.'

Whatever Carlisle was thinking I might have, that sentence confirmed it. He nodded to himself, breathing deeply and calmly.

'What's wrong with me, doctor?' I asked hopelessly.

'I'm afraid I cannot say right at this moment. But I do have a few questions for you.'

'Fire away.'

'Firstly... how old are you?'

'Seventeen.'

'And when is your eighteenth birthday?'

I counted the days in my head. My birthday was a week from today. Wow, I didn't even notice.

'In a week's time.'

Carlisle nodded.

'When did you last have your menstrual cycle?' he asked suddenly. I almost burst out laughing. But I decided not to, because this was very serious.

I again, counted the days in my head.

Oh god. Oh god! It should have happened two weeks ago!

'Oh crap... it's two weeks late!' I said, astonished. How could that be? I'm a virgin, so I wasn't pregnant. Why was I late?

'I see.' Carlisle said, nodding again as if there wasn't anything strange.

'What is going on?' I breathed.

'I'm not 100% sure at this point in time,' he said, 'but I must advise you not go to school this week. Do you understand? Do not attend school this week.' he demanded.

I decided not to question this. I knew he wouldn't tell me why, so I just nodded and left it at that.

'I'm not.... dying am I?' I asked for assurance. Carlisle smiled.

'No, you are not dying Skye. You are very healthy.'

'Huh?' I asked. How could I be healthy when my heartbeat was going twice as fast, my temperature was minus ten degrees, I didn't sleep, I couldn't eat food and my menstrual cycle was late? Ugh, I felt weird.

'Don't worry about a thing, Skye. I assure you, you are okay.' he said comfortingly, putting a hand on my knee.

Before I could answer, I heard somebody at the door. Again, I smelt that wonderful, fragrant smell. It was better this time, more appealing. My throat burned again rapidly, and my nostrils flared. And, to my surprise, a growl escaped my lips. I immediately put a hand to my mouth, shocked.

Carlisle seemed completely at ease.

'Calm yourself, Skye. I'm guessing Mrs White has arrived home.' he said.

Why did I growl? Was that scent Georgia? Was it Georgia who smelled so good? But Jason smelt like that too... why was everybody smelling like that? My world was turning upside down!

'Skye, you here?' Georgia called as she entered the house. The scent thickened in the air, and my mouth watered a little. Wait... why did I feel... thirsty? My throat was burning with thirst. I had no idea what was going on. I was off the point of insanity.

'I'm in here.' I called back. Georgia came into the dining room, and saw me and Doctor Cullen sitting down together. Her face went bright red when she laid her eyes on Carlisle.

'Afternoon, Georgia.' he said pleasantly, flashing his brilliant white teeth.

'Oh... good afternoon Doctor Cullen. Is Skye okay?' she asked, not taking her eyes off him.

'Yes, she's fine. Just not feeling too well at the moment. I advise for you to keep her home this week, and not send her to school. It will be better that way.' Carlisle explained.

'Oh well... if you say so, doctor. What's wrong, Skye?'

'Uhh... throat... problems.' I said, not growling this time.

'You poor thing. Should she be getting plenty of sleep?' Georgia questioned. I almost laughed.

'Not particularly. But it might help.' Carlisle grinned, grabbing his bag and standing up. He glanced my way and winked at me.

'Okay. Thank you very much, Doctor Cullen. May I have the bill?' Georgia asked.

'I can pay, Georgia. I was the one who called.' I suggested.

'Nonsense. How much?' Georgia asked Carlisle.

'This one's on the house.' he smiled, at with a smile, he showed himself out the door.

Revieewww! I'm getting close to the revelation of the plot!