Chapter 1 : First Impressions
This is my first fanfic! So please be nice! R and R Please! Let me know if it is good or if it just sucks! Thanks!
Thanks to friends from Twilight group for inspiration!
How does it feel?" Dr. Cullen asked as he finished wrapping my leg. Honestly, it still hurt, and sharp pain shot through my bones, but I didn't let it show.
"It feels much better, thank you," I answered softly. He smiled at me, and if it were possible, I would have melted on the spot. His smile sent shivers of excitement through me.
"Well then," Dr. Cullen said, "Esme, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Keep off that leg for now. I'll be back tomorrow to check on you."
He flashed another smile and left the room. My heart raced inside my chest. Dr. Cullen was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my 16 years of life. A strange sensation pulsed through me. There was no real reason to be so excited about him coming back tomorrow to check on my leg, but I couldn't help it—I could barely wait. My thoughts were interrupted when a sharp pain shot through my leg.
I spent the next few hours trying to distract myself from the lingering pain. Eventually, I fell asleep, and my mind wandered to other thoughts. That night, Dr. Cullen starred in my dreams. I was sitting in a tree, picking apples. Reaching for a deep red one hanging from one of the many branches, I carefully plucked it and wiped it on my skirt. It gleamed in the warm afternoon light. I brought it to my mouth, and the thought of how juicy and sweet it would taste made my mouth water. Just as I was about to bite into it, a bright light caught my eye. Turning, I saw Dr. Cullen standing by the tree trunk.
"Esme, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity.
I stared at him, captivated by the beauty of his golden eyes, his pale skin, and his deep caramel-colored hair. How was it possible for someone to be so stunning? There he stood, making it impossible for me to look away. I stammered, trying to answer his question.
"Uh… I… I'm just picking apples."
I showed him the shiny apple, and he stared at me with a curious expression.
"I think you should come down, Esme," Dr. Cullen said gently but firmly. He reached up to offer his hand. I didn't hesitate to take it, but in my haste, I lost my balance. Suddenly, I was falling into darkness.
I woke with a jolt. My leg throbbed, and the sky outside was overcast. Rain softly tapped against the window. I adjusted myself from the awkward position I had been sleeping in, rubbing my sore neck to ease the tension. Just as I tried to relax, I jumped when Dr. Cullen opened the door and walked over to my side.
"Good morning," he greeted cheerfully.
His casual tone made my heart skip a beat. I stared up at him, mesmerized by his flawless appearance.
"Morning," I muttered awkwardly, turning away to try and regain my composure, not wanting to come off as a complete fool in front of him. After all, I had already embarrassed myself by falling out of a tree the day before.
Dr. Cullen smiled at me. "And how are you feeling?" he asked, his tone laced with concern.
"I'm fine," I quickly responded. "It hurts a little, but it's nothing too bad."
I wasn't entirely lying. The pain was tolerable, but it was more than anyone would want to deal with.
"I'm glad to hear that," Dr. Cullen said, nodding.
He examined my leg to ensure the wrapping was secure. Every time his cold hands touched my skin, my heart raced faster. A few times, he glanced up at me and gave me a small smile, and I was certain he could hear the pounding of my heart.
When the examination was over, I felt a pang of disappointment. He would be leaving again.
"Well, Esme, it was a pleasure treating you," Dr. Cullen said kindly. "Unfortunately, I'm leaving soon to go to Chicago."
The news crushed me. A wave of sadness washed over me, and I had to fight back the urge to cry. It was ridiculous that I was so upset over a doctor leaving.
"It was nice meeting you, Dr. Cullen," I said softly.
With that, he shook my hand, gave me one last dazzling smile, and left the room. I stared out the window, watching the rain fall. A tear slipped from my eye, but I quickly wiped it away. It was just a crush, I told myself. I would try to forget about it all.
