Oh no.

Oh dear.

This isn't good.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

There was a high chance that I had hallucinated what I saw next, because Carlisle Cullen himself was sitting in front of me, giving me a concerned look.

His liquid gold eyes, brilliant blonde hair, unearthly beauty, unnatural grace, all pointed to the fact that he was no mortal man.

He was so beautiful that I doubted my feeble human brain and general lack of imagination could conjure up such a face.

Something cold and heavy on my shoulder snapped me out of my shock and daze. I blinked, and heaved out the large breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding.

It took me a few seconds to catch my breath and calm my racing pulse. I realised Dr Cullen had put his hand on my shoulder, which I didn't realise I was leaning into until he let go and my shoulders hunched.

"Do you usually get this nervous around doctors?" He asked, breaking the heavy silence.

"Yes? No?" I squeaked out. I had to clear my throat and take another breath to get my voice back to an acceptable pitch.

"Sorry, I just haven't been to the doctors in a long time and I'm not a fan of hospitals," I managed out this time. It was a lie obviously and I'm sure he knew that, but thankfully he didn't press the matter and settled in his seat.

He gave me a reassuring smile, though his eyes didn't stop analysing me. God, could he tell I had died? Did he know that I knew?

"Don't worry, I understand. If you would like, I can get Sam to join us," he offered. I mulled it over for a second and politely declined. If anything, it'd be easier if she didn't know about my wariness of the doctor.

"Okay, but you can always change your mind," he added. I nodded mutely.

"So I'm still waiting for your blood work to come back, but in the meantime we can discuss your medical history. I'm going to ask some basic routine questions so we can get to building your file. Shall we start?"

I nodded silently again, my eyes glued to his. His demeanour was very relaxed and his smile reassuring, and surprisingly, it did make my body relax. But I couldn't afford to let my mind relax because one slip of the tongue could have devastating effects.

The questions started off easy first, he asked if I had any major operations recently, any diagnoses or if I had been taking any medication.

"I have asthma and had a prescribed inhaler, but haven't needed it for a while," I confessed. He elegantly scribbled away while I spoke. "I also have frequent nosebleeds and have my nose cauterised every year,"

He then promptly moved onto lifestyle questions, asking if I exercised or did any heavy labour. Again, nothing exciting or complicated, just mildly awkward as he asked about my sexual activity.

Midway, Deborah from earlier came in, all giddy smiles and blushing cheeks as she greeted Dr Cullen and handed him a file. It was awful to watch as she blatantly ogled him and as Carlisle brushed it off as gracefully as he could.

Eventually she left us and Carlisle flicked through the pages. I tried to gauge his face, to see if there was anything telling but his face remained pleasantly neutral.

"Your blood pressure and your pulse are quite low and your platelets count is quite high," he said, putting the file aside. His eyes were back on mine and again, for a split second it caught me off guard.

"Oh," was my intelligent response.

I always thought it anything my blood pressure would be higher considering the copious amounts of salt I ate.

"Do you have a history of heart problems in your family?" I shook my head.

"Any recent injuries or trauma?" My breath caught in my throat but I quickly tried to brush it off as a slight cough.

"No not really," I lied. He didn't believe me, that much was obvious but he didn't push. Instead he continued to fix me with his amber gaze which was equally discerning as it was comforting.

"The numbers aren't terribly concerning but I am going to prescribe some temporary blood thinners. I'm also going to prescribe you your inhaler again. I'd like to see you again next week to monitor your progress," he finished with a smile.

I nodded silently, glad this visit was coming to an end. I was waiting to finally be away from his perceptive gaze so I could let my guard downs me process exactly what this new development meant for me.

"Now at the moment, I am your assigned primary care physician. If you have any concerns or worries, please do not hesitate to reach out to me,"

"I thought you were a surgeon," I blurted out.

"I am, but with tourist season over, the ER has been quiet and we are a little short staffed so I like to be as involved as I can," he smiled. I was sure his passion for helping people would have awed me any other day, but at that moment I was just annoyed at my shitty luck for getting assigned the vampire doc on his rare free shift.

"I'll let you go now. You can pick up your prescriptions at the front and make an appointment for next week."

I was only too eager to slide off the bed and leave the room, letting out a rushed bye before speed walking through the hospital. I almost walked past Sam in my rush and she gave me a curious look that I ignored.

"How was it?" She asked.

"I need to pick up some prescriptions and make an appointment for next week," I replied.

In my opinion, we couldn't get out of the hospital fast enough. It wasn't until I was in the safety of my bed that I could allow myself to relax and thus began my spiralling thoughts.

The Cullens would kill me if they found out I knew their secret. My thoughts weren't safe from Edward, my feelings weren't safe from Jasper and my decision weren't safe from Alice.

Thinking about how I would avoid them all in school next week made my head hurt. It would be a shame to die so soon after being reincarnated.