It's Complicated

by sassycaterpillar

For years I had fought to control my instincts, to use my abilities for the good, to live a normal, human life. I had earned the trust of my patients and the respect of the community. But now one thing could change it all, one thing could destroy all I had worked so hard to build for myself. And that was her. Rated M for scenes to follow. Please read and review!

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

Chapter 3

I was washing the Mercedes when the call came. It was 3 days since I had seen her, and presentations at work and many new patients had almost banished thoughts of her from my head. My ringtone was businesslike, serious and professional. I waited several rings so that she would be unaware that my hand had been in and out my pocket with the phone at an inhuman speed, before even the first ring had completed. Then I answered.

"Hello? Doctor Cullen speaking, how can I help?" I knew who was calling even from the sharp intake of breath before she began speaking.

"Hey..I mean, hello. I managed to catch my stitches on my zip and I think I've pulled some of the out of place. I don't want to disturb you, but my dad's out and i don't want to mess up the stitches any more by driving to the hospital. Would you be able to come take a look?"

Her voice was nervous, she spoke quickly, as if she had rehersed this line many times before calling. I smiled, but kept my voice serious.

"Of course. This is Miss Swan I'm talking to, yes?" Of course I knew already, but it was important to ask the standard questions in order for this to remain a strictly official house visit.

"Oh, yes, it's me, sorry! You'll need my address, it's..." I cut her off, mid-sentance.

"I know where the Chief lives, of course. I'll be over in half an hour, is that ok?"

"Yes, that's fine, thank you Doctor Cullen" She cut off the call before I had a chance to return her valediction. It was interesting that she had called me, especially for something so trivial. True, I had given her my card in case of an emergency, but this didn't quite seem to constitute one. Perhaps, I wondered, she had taken it as a hint that I wanted to be called over, wanted to see her. Of course, I couldn't deny that I had no trouble whatsoever getting into my Mercedes with my small medical bag and setting off. But then again she seemed nervous around me, and calling me over for a minor medical check was a very bold thing to do if she had intended it to be more than a doctor-patient housecall.

These speculations began to build up in my head, taking over rational thought. With a sign of frustration, I shook my head and urged the accelerator nearer the floor. I was outside the Swan's residence in only 20 minutes. Quickly clearing my throat, I made my way up front steps and rang the bell. I heard her take a deep breath before pulling open the door.

"Hi Doctor Cullen, come in". I smiled and stepped past her into the entrance way.