Hey guys, I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but I was really busy with university and now I am ill... I try to update my other story Missing Moments in a few days, but I can't promise anything. Chapter 2 is harder to write than I imagined... Anyway, I hope you keep up with me...

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CHAPTER 4: Back on the earth – Esme's POV

It was early when I woke up. The sun was already in the sky but the light outside was still dim as if it was just sunrise. The throbbing in my leg was back. Of course the ice must be long melted and there was nothing to cool the swelling again. And I rejected painkillers. Painkillers… In a sudden rush all the images from the previous day came back to my mind. The doctor I had met. Carlisle. His soft amber eyes, his tender voice and his gentle hands on my leg. My angel. I smiled and forgot the pain for a moment. Suddenly I was eager for another examination or check-up. I wanted to see him again, to talk to him, to prove myself I had not dreamed all of that. But… He had packed an ice-bag on my leg… I removed the blanket from my broken leg to look. Nothing. No bag of ice. Was it really just a dream? No. It couldn't be? I won't believe it! I would ask for him. Yes, I would ask for Dr Cullen as soon as someone came to check on me.

I looked out of the window and watched the sun climbing slowly higher. It was quiet outside in the corridor. Most of the patients must be still asleep. I wondered when the nurses would start to check on the patients. I didn't have a watch so I could not tell which time it was. I could only guess and by the sky outside it must be pretty early. I sighed and closed my eyes. The best would be if I went back to sleep. But my leg throbbed painfully and won't let me. I needed something to distract me, a book would be great. Yes, I would like to read something. I had so much time in here and my parents would not visit me because our farm was too far away from the hospital. I doubt that the nurses would hinder me. They were too busy and it was also not their business if I behaved lady-like or not. But all these thoughts were senseless because I missed the most important thing – a book. I sighed. Hopefully the doctors would come soon…

I drifted away again. I waited for a special doctor. I hoped to see Dr Cullen again. But my mind told her that it was unlikely.

"Good morning, so, how are we today, Miss Platt? I am Dr Chandler." The door opened and a man stepped inside. I looked up, but my smile faded quickly. The man was probably in his fifties; he had grey hair, a wrinkled face and wore glasses. He had a pot-belly and was about one foot smaller than Carlisle. And his voice was hoarse. The question he just asked me was probably supposed to be funny but I did not laugh.

"I am fine." I replied simply. "Well, I will look at your leg now and decide if we can put it in a cast…" I nodded, then before I could think it over I asked: "Where's Car-… Dr Cullen?" The old man frowned.

"Well, Dr Cullen worked the night shift, his shift ended 5 o'clock in the morning." I nodded sad. He was not here. This old man was a poor substitute for him. Well, I guess, no one could replace Carlisle in my eyes. Dr Chandler lifted the blanket up so he could see my leg. I disliked him even more. Carlisle at least would have asked! His hands touched my leg and I tried to escape his touch. He raised his eyebrows. "I will give you some morphine…" he murmured and stood up. I quickly stopped him.

"NO! No, it is alright… I was just…" I did not finish the sentence. How could I? I could not tell him that his touch was beyond uncomfortable. It was awful. His hands were warm, too warm and his fingers thick not slender and cold.

"Well, the swelling is still too much, we cannot put you in a cast young lady…" he said after a while. I nodded. Dr Chandler left my room where I spent the rest of the day waiting for the sun to set and hoping that Carlisle was working the night shift again.

I was bored. Totally bored. My leg was still hurting and I could not distract me by anything else than daydreaming. Over and over again I pictured Carlisles face in my head, reminisced every little movement he made, every word he said… I definitely had a crush on him. One of the nurses had brought me an ice-bag for my leg. The ice was good but I rather had something else to ease my pain… I was really mad! My mom would kill me for this kind of thoughts!

The day passed slowly and I drifted off to sleep for some time. When I opened my eyes again it was dark outside. My heart leaped. I sat up in bed and listened anxiously for sounds on the corridor.

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