I´ve written another twilight- fic called "sleepover with allergies" Can you please read it and leave a tiny… little review. "looking at you with puppy- eyes."
Jamie pov
The blood I coughed up, made my throat burn, and when the second round started Carlisle was by my side. He didn´t care about it to end first, but scooped me up, and vampire speed- ran me to the car.
"What´s happening to me?" I gasped when I could speak.
"I´m not sure," Carlisle got in the driver´s seat and hit the gas.
"Carlisle?"
"Yes?"
"Can you promise me one thing."
"What?"
"That no matter how bad this gets… don´t change me…"
"You´re not going to die Jamie."
"Please…"
"I promise."
Carlisle pov
"I… I wanna live all right?... but not forever." She was whimpering now, and coughed a bit of more blood. Then she leaned against the car- window, and closed her eyes.
"No Jamie," I reached out my hand and grabbed Jamie´s chin. "Stay awake for me all right. Do not fall asleep."
"But I´m so tired."
"I know you are, but I need you to stay awake for me a while longer, I skid- braked in front of the hospital, I didn´t want to lose time getting to my spot, and getting in it, and Jamie were more important than the money I would have to spend on parking fines. I got out, and lifted Jamie up, and then into the ER.
"I need some help here. "I shouted when I came inside the double doors at the ER.
"Oh my god Carlisle," Lillie- the receptionist got up on her feet and over to me, less than a minute later my colleagues, Dr. Hart and Dr. Kip had gotten out a bed, where I laid Jamie. As they ran towards the right room, I walked next to the bed, I held Jamie´s hand.
"P-p-please, do-n´t- le-ve me he-re." Jamie stuttered, a minute ago she had been only barely awake, but now she was alert- And refused to let go off the chest pocket in my shirt.
"I´m not leaving, but you need to let go."
"D-d-on´t…" Jamie began, but she was too out of breath to keep on speaking.
"Her name´s Jamie Dylan, fifteen years old. Have got asthma, Fell ill last week after hypothermia. She´s living at mine. Illness started with coughing and a temperature, a while later she became nauseas and just now she started coughing blood. Let´s have an X-ray of her lungs…." I meant to keep on talking but my colleague Christopher Hart interrupted me.
"Dr. Cullen, I think I should take this." I knew the rules at the hospital, it was only in very special cases that we were allowed to take care of our friends or family if they came in.
"I know. Tell me if you need me anyway." I walked into the doctors´ lounge ad opened my locker. Loads of people keep loads of necessary and unnecessary stuff in their lockers, and I hate to tell I´m one of them. On the inside on the door, photos were taped. There were one on me and Esme, I was whispering something in Esme´s ear, and she giggled. There were a photo of Jasper and Emmett playing video- games, Alice when she tried out some clothes she had bought the same day. Rosalie fixing with Alice´s car, Bella and Edward snuggling in the sofa. And at last a picture of Nessie riding- piggyback- style on Jacob´s back. I smiled- as I always did when I thought about my children- and made a note in my head to remember to bring a picture of Jamie to put there.
On the shelf laid a bunch of stuff, it was jammed all the way to the top, and when I took something out of there, there was always a risk that so much came falling out, I wouldn´t have the time to catch it all. Especially because I couldn´t do too fast movements with someone else in the room. So they wouldn´t… well… you know, suspect something. There were a bunch of CD:s, some with my music to use for long days when I´d only got paperwork to do, and some children´s music to use when children came in. Music could always calm them when they were scared, and there were more stuff for children, like teddy- bears, bookmarks, stickers, swivels, key- rings, pens and erasers and a full box with lollipops. The others used to tease me for having so much different children´s stuff in my locker. But they didn´t laugh when I seemed to be the only one who could calm the children down enough to examine them- in some weird way- the others usually forgot about that between the shots. There were also a bunch of folded letters and drawings, both from earlier patients, and from my family. (Emmett)
Under the shelf, on hooks hung my doctor´s coat, and a doctor´s bag a stethoscope, on the floor stood two pairs of extra shoes and far back in the locker, hung what I was looking for now. Jamie had coughed up blood while I was carrying her, so I had gotten blood on my shirt, in the back of my locker hung a bag with extra clothes. Also this the others used to tease me for a bit, but again, they weren´t the ones laughing when some child puked all over me, or someone else, and I was the only one having extra clothes. I got out the bag, pulled out a shirt and pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head. I laid it to the side and pulled the new one on. Then I sat down in the sofa, I held the shirt with blood- stains on it I held it in my hands, held the blood- stained piece of fabric between my hands.
It had blood- stains, it wore a piece of human- life.
There were no chance I could bring this shirt home now, the safest and smartest I could do was to burn the blood, along with the rest of the shirt.
I didn´t know what was going on with Jamie now! I should have brought her in the moment her usual asthma- meds didn´t help. But did I? Been a doctor for about 150 years and I couldn´t take care of a human child of my family in the right way. Let myself be convinced by a fifteen- year old, who did not like hospitals.
I could as well throw all my doctor´s equipment away, as well as my education, and everything else that comes with being a doctor. I didn´t look up when I heard the door open, and on the sound of the steps, I could hear that it was the nurse- Ariana Drake who came in. She laid a hand against my shoulder.
"Are you all right?" I looked up to her, and nodded.
"Yeah. I´m okay."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I shook my head.
"No, but thanks anyway." We both turned our heads when the younger receptionist- a shy eighteen year old named Tysen Tobin, with brown tousled hair, and always the same "Please- tell- me- I- did- good" on his face.
"Dr. Cullen…"
"How many times do I need to tell you Tysen, you´re not my patient, call me Carlisle."
"Carlisle…. I think you should come outside."
"What is it?"
"You should probably come and see for yourself." I walked with fast steps after Tysen outside. Just to see that a pimpled young man was leaning against my car, and he had put a wheel- lock on it.
"Hey," I ran over to the young man. "Why this?"
"You´re not allowed to park here sir."
"I know…. Listen, my daughter was coughing up blood I…"
"Not mah problem" the young man said in a rude tone. I pulled up my wallet and pulled up three thousand dollars. And held them under the young man´s face.
"Will this cover?" The man nodded, staring at the money. I pressed the money against his chest, he bent down and unlocked the lock. Then he walked away, staring at the money in his hands with open mouth. Tysen had all the time stood by my car. Looking longingly at it.
"You like cars?" I asked him, he nodded.
"Yeah…. And these are so cool." I pulled out the keys of my pocket.
"Want to try it?"
"Oh, Dr. Carlisle…. I… I probably shouldn´t. I´ll just…" I threw him the keys.
"I gotta get in again. You drive it to the parking lot, mine´s number 109."
"Thanks." Tysen unlocked the car, and with open mouth he sat down, and drove away. I smiled and walked into the lounge again. Soon Tysen came in.
"Hey, how did it go?"
"It was so awesome." He answered me, pausing between every word. He reached me the keys, and walked over to the fridge and got out a lunch- box that he put into the microwave.
"So... do you have a car? Or maybe a dream car?"
"No… my dad´s got loads of money, but none of them´s for me. If I´m lucky I´ll get books for Christmas and my birthday… he just doesn´t get who I am… wants me to be like him… ehrm… sorry…. A dream car? Well everyone´s got a dream car!" Tysen smiled shyly, and threw his head to get the bangs out of his eyes.
"Which one´s yours then?" I asked, Tysen smiled shyly again. And took a deep breath, apparently this kid wasn´t used to people asking him about these stuff.
"Porsche panamera 4s" He said, almost all in one word.
"Yeah, the Porsche's are cool." I said. I meant to say something else, but Christopher came in, holding some x- ray- pictures.
"Carlisle, you should probably some see this." He said. And he looked really distressed. Immediately , I knew that those pictures were Jamie´s, and he had discovered something bad.
Yeah I know, I´m a terrible person. Don´t you think Tysen´s super- cute?
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