A/N: Well I wasn't expecting that type of outcome with such a short chapter to begin with. Thank you everyone who added this story to your favorites and alerts and to those who left a review. I'm not great at replying to reviews since I have 5 kids to take care of and the little time I do have to myself I use to write. If there is ever something you REALLY want to ask or know please PM me and I will answer. I hope no one is disappointed after this chapter.
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"Where is Doctor Cullen?" I asked ignoring his question and sounding a little frightened. "I'd rather be seen by Doctor Cullen."
Finally, after minutes of trying to figure out who this guy was, he turned around and looked at me with a crooked smile. He looked like he was amused by my slight panic.
"I am Doctor Cullen." he replied condescendingly. I gave him a puzzled look. He was not my Doctor Cullen. I had no idea who this guy was and why he was claiming to be Doctor Cullen. "Doctor Carlisle Cullen can't be at your beck and call, Isabella." I glared at him and clenched my jaw. Who did he think he was? "Carlisle filled me in on your condition. I'm surprised I haven't seen you in here sooner."
"What condition? And who the hell are you?" I asked angrily. I wasn't about to let some stranger I'd never met act like he knew me so well or pretend to be Doctor Cullen when I knew he wasn't.
"I'm Doctor Edward Cullen," he replied extending his hand towards me. I stared at his hand for a moment but didn't shake his hand. He laughed and sat down on the stool in front of me. He reached for the towel on my head but I jerked away. I didn't like this guy. I got a bad vibe about him. "Can I have a look at your injury?" I glanced over at Alice once again. She nodded her head as if she was giving me permission to be examined by this guy. I still didn't know anything about him or if he was even a doctor. For all I knew he could have been some stranger off the street who walked in and put on some scrubs to pretend to be a doctor and kill some innocent girl who didn't question him. He laughed and I got chills from hearing him laugh. It felt like he could hear my thoughts and knew exactly what I was thinking about him. "If you don't want me to examine you, it doesn't hurt me at all. You'll be the one who has to come back in a few days because you got an infection. Plus you'll probably have a big scar for the rest of your life." We stared at each other for a moment as if we were testing who would crack first. I sighed heavily and gave in, pulling the towel off my head for him to examine.
While he examined my head and cleaned off the dried blood, I took the time to examine him further. He was very good looking, with his strong jaw, long eye lashes and wide green eyes. Not to mention those pink plump lips, his soft stubbly face, and his broad shoulders. I wetted my lips involuntarily thinking about what he had hidden behind his lab coat. I pictured him with strong muscular arms and perfect pecks and six pack abs. My thoughts got away with me when I imagined running my fingers and then my tongue along those abs.
"Miss Swan?" Doctor Cullen's voice broke me from my dirty thoughts and brought me back to reality. There was no possible chance I would ever even be in his radar. Plain, accident prone Isabella Swan was not what any guy ever found appealing. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. When he looked at me with that slight, covert smile I could feel my face getting flushed. He still had that appearance like he could read my mind and the thought of him knowing what I was just thinking was extremely embarrassing.
"Yes, Doctor…" I couldn't bring myself to call him Doctor Cullen. He wasn't my Doctor Cullen.
"Cullen," he added. "Isabella, how would you rate your pain?"
"I don't know, maybe a three or four. It's really not that bad."
"Are you feeling light headed or queasy?"
"No," I answered. He continued to clean the wound and looking at it closely. It made me uneasy having him in such close proximity.
He leaned back and looked up at me. "You're going to need a couple stitches for sure but it looks like you still have a few small pieces of glass in the cut so I'll need to clean it out first. Then I'll stitch it up so you can't even notice you had a cut. We don't want any scars on that beautiful face of yours."
Butterflies filled my stomach when he stood and winked at me before heading out into the hallway. Why did this stranger have such an effect on me?