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EPOV
And she had the epinephrine?" I asked Bella's nurse, Jane while jotting a few things down on Bella's chart.
"Yes, Doctor," Jane answered. "I put in her IV as well and gave her a dose of Benadryl like you requested. She is doing much better now, Doctor Cullen." The way she told me she was doing better made it rather obvious she knew how concerned I was. It was no secret everyone at the hospital was wondering when I was going to make a move on Bella. There were even bets about who would make the first move and how long it would take. I guess they could all see the connection between us. Little did they know, I'd already attempted a move, a few times actually, but every time backfired. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of "winning" though so I tried to remain as professional as possible and not let on what happened. When I brought her in all puffy with red blotches all over her face and struggling to breathe I tried to make it sound like I found her like this.
I continued writing on her chart and tried to hide my emotions. I was a doctor; it's what I was supposed to do. I wasn't supposed to get worked up over a patient. But Bella was different. She wasn't just a patient; she was someone I cared about. I hadn't cared about anyone, not even myself, for so long and now it felt like every emotion was running through me with such force. She did things to me that I didn't even know was possible.
"Thank you, Jane. I'll take a look at her and let you know if there is anything else I need."
"Yes, Doctor." Jane walked away and left me alone outside of Bella's door. I waited just a few seconds more for all the onlookers who were trying to be so discrete yet failing miserably. Once I finished writing nothing of importance in Bella's chart I walked into her room as professional as possible.
She was sleeping. The swelling of her lips had gone down and only a few red splotches remained on her face. Her breath was still a little labored but her vitals looked good. Thank goodness it was only a minor reaction. I was still kicking myself for missing that detail on her medical file. I could have killed her. I wished she would have told me she was allergic to shell fish.
I walked over to the edge of her bed, checked the bag of fluids and her IV, and then I lifted her hand into mine to check her pulse. She stirred and turned her head towards me while slowly opening her eyes. I smiled down at her and gently rubbed my thumb across the inside of her hand. "How do you feel?" I asked still trying to remain professional.
She groaned and pushed the hair off her forehead. "I feel humiliated."
"Bella…" I didn't know what else to say, so I just said her name in a disagreeing tone and shook my head.
"Did you call my dad?" she wondered.
"No, would you like me to?" I asked.
"No!" she said almost shouting. "I don't want him to know I'm here again."
"I'm so sorry, Bella. You should have told me you were allergic to shell fish," I apologized.
"I know I should have told you. I didn't think about it until it was too late. I'm sorry."
I chuckled and sat down next to her on the stool. "We really need to stop apologizing to each other."
"I'm afraid it's something that will happen a lot when you're around me."
"Why do you blame yourself? I'm the one who's messed up, not you. I scared you and almost made you fall to your death, I'm the one who was speeding on a motorcycle with you on the back, and now I fed you something you were allergic to, which came very close to killing you again. I don't think you're the one with the bad luck, I'm pretty sure I am."
She laughed which made me happy. She must not be that bad if she's able to laugh at my stupidity. "When can I get out of here?" she asked changing the subject.
"In the morning," I answered. "I'm going to have you stay overnight for monitoring."
"That long?" she whined. "Can't I just go home and you can monitor me there?"
I smiled crookedly at the thought. This might be a really good idea.
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