Disclaimer: Edward is stilll not mine to play with, except on paper. And screen. And in graphic images in my head all alonme late at night…
AN: Be nice!1111111111!111!1
CHAPTER 2
Carlisle's POV
I'd hoped she'd get better. Of course I had. It had eve nlooked like she might pull through for a wile, but that was before infection set in. I was talking to Greg, a co-worker of mine in the staff room – trying to diagnose just what was wrong with this girl.
"How about Lupus?" I said.
"It's never Lupus," Greg said.
Personally, I disagreed – I knew I was a good doctor – maybe Greg's painkillers were messing with his diagnostic ability. I'd have to be sure to talk to Lisa about it.
The patient had been brought in after walking into the path of a fire-truck, of all things, and now she was DYING!1 D:
She reminded me of my youngest son (not in that way – she's not a GUY). Except for the burn marks. The horrible disfugerment of her face meant that she would be scarred for life and would never truly be excepted and made her look vunerable and weak.
I knew that there was only one thing to do, she had taken a turn for the worse and had problems breathing. There was a chance she would never live through the next hour and I had the chance to save her. As I read her file I saw that he parents had been killed in a traffic accident and so there was nothing much for her to live for, she had no friends in the new town she had only just moved in to – no one had even been waiting for the ambulance when it arrived.
There was only one thing to do BITE HER. I told my Greg that she was dead and he got some junior doctors to take her to the morgue. Later that night I crept in a took her back to the house – careful the family didn't see as they were very particular on these matter. I then sank my teeth in to her moist neck and careful not to spill any blood I released the venom. I flinched, because I knew any second now the screaming would begin – I was saving her, it was the right thing…