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Post by CARLISLE STREGONE CULLEN on Dec 26, 2012 21:36:23 GMT -5
The usual work day had begun, making rounds at the hospital, regular check-ups and so far there had been no major emergencies and hopefully it would stay that way the whole day, he disliked having to watch people's lives changed for the worst because of some kind of reckless behavior or sometimes just some very bad luck. Carlisle walked into one of the rooms at the hospital used for check-ups. Ever since Carlisle and his family had returned to Forks not long before, Carlisle had immediately returned to his work at the hospital. Helping people had always brought people joy and if it hadn't been for his profession as a doctor Carlisle probably wouldn't have met either Esme or Edward, though he suspected fate itself had had a hand in his relationship with Esme.
Carlisle knocked and opened the door to one of the check-up rooms at the hospital. A young girl of about ten or eleven sat on the check-up table with her arms crossed and pouting. The chart he held in his hand said the girl was here for a flu test which his nurse had already given to her and he was here to tell the worried mother to the child's left the results. After greeting the mother and introducing himself Carlisle told the woman that the young girl did indeed have the flu and would have to have a flu shot which the nurse would give after he left and that he was giving her a prescription for some medicine that would help with the cough and the flu as a whole. The mother thanked him as he turned to leave and soon he was headed down to the next room, he had yet to check the name on the chart and when he did he had to admit he wished he wasn't on this shift.
Isabella Swan
Carlisle gave the chart a pained glance and sighed softly. It had been nearly seven years since Carlisle had last seen the then teenaged Bella, it was at the wedding where she was supposed to have married his first 'son' Edward, but she had run off and from what he had heard she had stayed gone for nearly six years, only having just returned. Pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing again Carlisle opened the door and walked in ”Hello Ms. Swan” he said. |
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Post by ISABELLA MARIE SWAN on Dec 26, 2012 22:34:33 GMT -5
Of course there hadn’t been too much to worry about in the last almost seven years. Her own life had gone one with very little that had truly changed. But the guilt had remained. It was something she had expressed with Alice especially. Fate usually worked in mysterious ways but it had been fear that had ended the dream she had once longed for. A life with Edward. It was something she could never forgive herself for, even if others had.
It was difficult to say the least, knowing Charlie insisted that she get a check up after all it had been a while. Of course, she was fine, at least in theory....but to be on the safe side she had made an appointment, albeit unwillingly. The nurse had put her in one of the rooms by herself and she had to wait until the Doctor came in. Of course little did she know that the one she would be seen by, was none other than Carlisle Cullen. The man who had almost been her father in law. It was the man who had been so gentle with her, had made her feel like she wasn’t a fool by being near the family because of what she was and what they were. And it was because of this that she felt guilty now, upon thinking about it.
Taking a breathe as she watched the door open, her heart sank. It was none other than Carlisle. It was hard to even see him, without thinking of what she had done—of the pain she had caused. Although Carlisle was trying to be professional she could see that he didn’t want to be there. Seeing him standing before her, and him saying her name the way any doctor would—if there was no personal boundaries being crossed, but it hurt when he said it. She didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? “Hi....Dr. Cullen.” She said almost hesitatingly as she regretted the tone in which it was said, as it was almost shaky...she was nervous after all. She felt like a kid compared to him. She didn’t know if it was appropriate to call him Carlisle like she had in years past but thought it better to try and keep it professional. “I know you don’t want to be here, I can see it. I know you'd rather be taking care of any other patient in this hospital than to be here right now taking care of me. And I also know that I’m the reason for it. Because of what I’ve done....what I did nearly six-seven years ago...the last time you saw me when I was still a teenager.” She explained as she was going to at least get out partially what she needed to say but she hoped it wouldn’t make the vampire angry. As an angry vampire, was a deadly one in her mind.
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Post by CARLISLE STREGONE CULLEN on Dec 27, 2012 0:37:19 GMT -5
It was obvious on her face that Bella wasn't expecting him to be her doctor and that she obviously didn't want him as her doctor, that made two of them. It was obvious to Carlisle that Bella was at a loss for words about what to say to him, to the man who had almost become her father-in-law. Even now with all the confusion he had as to why she had run away from the wedding and the disappointment, not yet anger at her for hurting his son he still couldn't outright dislike or hate Bella, of course he didn't like the fact that she had hurt Edward and it would take time for him to trust and forgive her. The hesitancy in the way she responded to his own formal professional greeting showed that she was nervous, he could here the shake in the tone of her voice. It was very odd calling her Ms. Swan, it felt like he was going back to the when he had first met her after the day Edward saved her from being hit by a van in the school parking lot almost seven years ago.
She had just hit the nail on the head, he didn't want to be here, it just felt to awkward to be performing a check-up on his sons' ex-fiance, the same girl who had run away from him and left him heartbroken, Edward had been devastated.”Bella...you must understand . It will take time for the family to, well to trust you again” his tone of voice was as it always was, even and gentle. He conveyed no hate on the young girl, he didn't know what had made her leave. He of course was disappointed in her but he wouldn't judge, it wasn't his place. ”Now Bella...how are you.” the formality was hard to keep up, even the indifference, as usual he would try his best to be unjudgemental, in time he would forgive the girl he once thought of as a daughter.
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Post by ISABELLA MARIE SWAN on Dec 27, 2012 1:01:45 GMT -5
It was obvious that everything was wrong in the way she especially had approached this situation. She was wrong in leaving Edward the way that she had and she knew it. It was difficult to put into words to explain to Carlisle what it was that caused her to run—to leave Edward heartbroken and just as confused as the rest of his family had been. She hadn’t wanted any of that, but she had run out of fear and well the images in her head. She knew she had disappointed him, and Esme—everyone for what she had done. Those that knew the truth, that the Cullens were vampires—that was to add insult to injury. She knew that Edward thought that Jacob had been the reason why she had left, and it hadn’t had anything to do with it.
It felt unreal to think that this was where they were at. Back at the cold—but yet all too professional standpoint they once had been in. She didn’t expect a warm welcome, after what she had done to Edward, hell she didn’t know what she had expected at all. But she knew that he’d know how nervous she was and with good reason. It seemed like they’d travelled back almost seven years in time the way they were talking in such a professional manner. Although she understood why he was saying it that way.
How was she to explain any of this to him? In a way that a father would understand? It scared her to be honest but hell he deserved answers. They all did. “Carlisle...I know that what I did—and who I did it to, especially....was not right. I just I don’t know what happened. Everything’s not how it was supposed to be. I just I know I can’t....turn back the clock and fix anything. Even if I had wanted to.” She sighed. Physically she was fine, there was no real reason why she was even here, and the only reason she was here was because Charlie had asked her to do this. When he asked her how she was, well how could she explain it?
“I uh—wish I could answer that in a way that would make sense, Carlisle. Physically I’m fine, but aside from that...no. Because nothing does....I just I feel like a shell of who I once was—what I once was....and I know that why I feel this way is because it’s the punishment for what I’ve done. Even if I never meant for it to happen that way. Now you must understand I never intended for any of this to happen. I mean, of course you know as a bride I was nervous, most women in my shoes would have been....but there was something else.” She hesitated before speaking once more.
“But I owe everyone an explaination. So I’m going to try and explain it to you now. You, and Esme, you guys did more for me than you realize and I know that I didn’t appreciate it enough, or probably say thank you...but all I know is, as I was preparing to....walk down that aisle....I panicked. I can’t explain why, I don’t know. But I closed my eyes to—to try and focus, to clear my head so that I could keep moving forward, but when I opened them, it was like something out of a horror movie. I saw—everyone dead. There were bodies lined up on top of eachother....blood everywhere. I froze. I tried to clear my head of the images, and I can’t explain why I saw them as I still to this day don’t know why...but it...seeing it happen..seeing my mom and Charlie in the middle of the pile of the dead—seeing the humans in that pile—all deceased...it made it hard to keep moving, and then when I tripped, that’s when I....I looked to where Edward would have been, although I didn’t see him at first.” She cringed as she spoke about it.
”All I saw were yours....Esme’s...your entire family’s heads ripped from your bodies. And that, that was something I couldn’t take. That’s when I ran. I know Edward tried to talk to me, but I was in no condition to hear anyone out. Running was the worst mistake I’ve ever done....one I’ve always regretted. I knew—I couldn’t stay here, not without hurting Edward more—hurting everyone more than I already had, so I took off. First to Phoenix, then to Jacksonville and then, well I travelled all throughout the United States, as well as Mexico and Canada, that’s what I’ve done the last few years. I never stayed in one place very long because I knew the Volturi most likely would know that I didn’t uphold my bargain—what Edward, Alice and I promised and I’d be as good as dead anyway...and I didn’t want to put any one else through that, I didn’t want to hurt anyone again. That’s why I stayed away. I rarely spoke to Mom, or Charlie. I didn’t even call Jacob and he was my best friend. I didn’t do it because I was foolish because I thought it’d hurt less if I didn’t call....or stop by. But after running for as long as I have—I knew I had to come home. Charlie finally had been able to track me down and called. Begging me to come home and that’s how I wound up here. I know I’m a coward because I couldn’t face what I was seeing and that because of it, I hurt the very person I was trying so hard not to.” She said, knowing her explaination wouldn’t be enough.
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