Meeting Part 2 Carlisle's POV

A/N: Alright. Chapter 3 is finally here. Thank you to all who reviewed chapter 2. Sorry it took longer than I thought to get this chapter posted, but I hope that you like it. Enjoy the story. Review at the end please.

Italics are thoughts.


Carlisle's POV


I was sitting down at my maple desk in my small office on the west side of the hospital just relaxing from last night's shift. I was feeling very exhausted, wishing I could sleep, but being a vampire for almost 300 years now I knew that I couldn't sleep. I was beginning to be bored so I decided to just look around my office.


The mahogany door directly in front of me was closed at the moment to allow myself to have some privacy. A small light switch was located on the wall. The walls were beige in color. A long bare coat rack made of teak stood upright on the left side of the door by the light switch. Next to the coat rack was a four-drawer steel file cabinet that contained patient records. The cabinet was locked and up against the wall.


There was a little space for the door to open fully where the brass doorknob could touch the wall on the right side of the door. Next to that little space was a small leather chair. A medium-sized table made of rosewood was to the left of the chair. A small lamp stood in the middle of the table.


A small window could be seen on the upper left corner of the lamp. The red-colored curtain covered the window fully as the sun was out and I couldn't afford to allow people to see what would happen if they walked in and saw how the sunlight causes my skin to shine like diamonds. The staff would start asking questions that I would most likely be uncomfortable to answer and then I would have no choice, but to move to another city. This morning was surprising slow. There weren't many patients to care for today. I didn't really want to sit in my office doing paperwork all day. I just hope that I'll get a patient soon that way I won't totally be bored out of my mind.


My large desk sat in the middle of the room. As of right now, there were a bunch of papers scattered over my desk. Normally, I was very neat and organized, but recently it's been hectic. I haven't been able to organize the papers yet. Some of the papers were for work-ups on patients. The hospital used the information on these papers as progress reports on patients. A shiny brass name plate, with my name on it of course, was positioned on the upper right corner of the desk. Several writing utensils were in a small cup I had brought from home next to the name plate.


There was a mirror in a small corner near my desk. I looked at my reflection and saw that I had dark circles under my golden-colored eyes. My blonde hair was slicked back like I was always running my fingers through it constantly. A light fixture was hanging high from the ceiling directly above me. The ceiling was painted white like the rest of the hospital outside of this office. All of the offices in the building were all beige with white ceilings. Everywhere else in the building was all white.


I was about to get started on the paperwork when there was a sudden knock at my office door. The knock was soft. I was sure that the rest of the hospital staff probably wouldn't have been able to hear the knock, but with my extraordinary hearing being a vampire, I was able to hear it.


"Come in," I said.


The door opened and Rachel Henderson, a thirty-year-old nurse walked into the room. Rachel was five foot eight inches with long brown hair that was in a ponytail. She wore a white knee-length skirt with a matching white overcoat. Nurse Henderson also wore stockings that went down to her ankles and white flat shoes. There was no ring on her third finger on her left hand; it was obvious that she wasn't married, but I wasn't so sure if she was dating anyone. When she noticed that I was looking at her, Nurse Henderson blushed.


"What can I do for you Rachel?" I asked politely.


"There's a patient in room ten that needs to be examined," Rachel said.


"Thank you, I'll take of it," I replied with a small smile on my eternal cold face.


She blushed again and walked back out of the room.


I was so thrilled that there was a patient in need. I was actually happy that I didn't have to do the paperwork at this moment, but on the other hand I would have to do all of it later. I got up from the large leather chair and made my way out of the office.


As I walked through the hallway toward room ten, I noticed that the all the nurses began to blush and the other doctors were staring at me in envy. I chuckled a little at their reactions. It was actually pretty quiet in the hospital. There were some people walking in the halls while some were in sitting in the waiting room in the lobby.


I turned left at the corner end of the hallway I was in. When I got to room ten, I immediately took out the chart in the holder on the outside of the door. It looked like the sixteen-year-old patient broke her leg.


With the chart in my hand, I opened the door and walked into the room. Immediately, a man and woman, who I assumed were the parents, stood up and made their way toward me. The woman blushed as she looked at me. She was wearing a light pink dress that went down to a little pass her knees. I noticed she had matching pink shoes on with white socks. The woman had shoulder-length brown hair was in a pony tail and stood at five foot nine inches. She also had brown eyes.


I glanced at her husband beside her. He was slightly taller than me by a couple inches compared to myself; I'm six foot two inches tall. The man had short brown hair. The hair was a little bit wavy. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt under a pair of blue overalls. The man's skin was the same as his wife's-a light tan.


"Hello. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I said as I introduced myself to the parents. The woman blushed again.


"Hello, I'm Mr. Robert Platt and this is my wife, Catherine. Our daughter Esme broke her leg," Mr. Platt explained as he shook my hand. Mr. Platt's handshake was strong and calloused. I figured that he did a lot of handy work. While I was shaking Mrs. Platt's small hand, I noticed a little trace of jealously in Mr. Platt's blue eyes. Apparently, he didn't like how I was showing my appreciation to his wife.


"I will assist in any way I can," I replied back. I then turned my attention to the patient lying on the table against the wall in the far corner.


Whoa. This is the patient. She's cute and beautiful.


As I made my way over to Esme, I saw her staring at me with a pink tinge on her heart-shaped face. She had a yellow blouse with a purple butterfly in the middle of the blouse. The sixteen-year-old also wore a knee-length light blue skirt and plaid shoes. She had brown eyes and caramel-colored hair that was down. Her skin was different compared to her parents-Esme was more pale with a very light tan that was hardly noticeable.


"Hello there, Esme, I'm Dr. Cullen, but you can feel free to call me Carlisle if you," I said to her. I gave a small chuckle and then I saw that she blushed again.


"Hi," was that all that came out of her mouth almost as if she was embarrassed.


She has the sweetest voice that I've ever heard in my entire life even as a vampire.


"I hear that you broke your leg," I said. "May I ask how this came to be?"


"I was climbing down the oak tree in the front yard. As I put my foot on the branch just below me, the branch broke under my weight. I fell down to the ground and that is how I broke my leg. The next thing I know, I was in excruciating pain." Esme replied.


"Doesn't sound like you enjoyed the pain," I said back to her.


"No, I didn't." Esme responded.


"Well, I'm going to have to take a look at your leg. I'll need to push your skirt up to get a better view. Ok?" I told her.


As I was talking, I distinctly heard the door to the room open again and in walked a nurse. Her name was Bertha McGee. She had light red hair tied back in a ponytail, tanned skin, and was . She also had Esme's clipboard in her arms. I noted that when she walked fully into the room, she had spotted me. Right away, her face had a light pinkish blush on her cheeks and seemed to be frozen on the spot.


I focused my attention back to Esme and saw her nod to show  that she understood what I was about to do. Nurse McGee finally got the courage to walk to toward where I was so she could assist me in assessing Esme's leg.


When I pushed Esme's skirt as gently as I could, my fingers brushed up on her leg, and I heard Esme gasp out loud. I thought that maybe it was from the pain, but then maybe she felt how ice cold my fingers were. Then again, I decided that she gasped in pain. I immediately reacted to her reaction as I continued to push up her skirt.


"I'm so sorry," I said. "I'm trying my very best to be very careful with your injury."


I was really sincere and genuine about what happened. I didn't want her to feel any pain whatsoever. I got the impression that Esme was very fragile at this moment. There was something different about this girl. It was as if I needed to protect this girl I was examining. I mentally slapped myself-what was I doing? I needed to focus at the task at hand. I look over at her, and I noticed that Esme was blushing profusely now. I could hear her heart speed up, too. I continued to examine her leg with caution, and a small smile on my face, as I  talked to Nurse McGee about Esme's condition on her leg. Nurse McGee wrote down all that I said onto the clipboard.


Esme's leg wasn't too bad on the outside. The area was swollen and very red. I realized that Esme was very lucky that the bone didn't break through the skin when it cracked. Everything else about the girl was fine. Her vitals were normal and all that was needed was to get X-rays of Esme's leg and put her in a cast. Because I had an incredible speed, I was able to finish the examination of Esme's leg in only a few minutes.


"Ok, I finished the examination and it turns out that the swelling isn't too bad and everything else is fine. I'll need to X-ray your leg and then we can put a cast on," I explained.


I reached up to the ceiling in the room upward to a machine that I had my hand on. I began to lower the X-ray machine. The top was an oval shape. There was a tube coming off from the bottom of the oval that was, at least eight inches in diameter. A lens covered the bottom of the tube. The whole machine was gray and made of aluminum.


Nurse McGee left the room just as I flicked a little switch on the side of the machine. As soon as I flicked the switch, a low buzzing noise could be heard. I moved the machine up Esme's leg from where it was swollen, a snapshot noise was heard as the machine took a picture of her leg.


When it was over, Nurse McGee came back in the room with 4 X-ray photographs. I took the photographs and put them up to light in order to see the picture. After glancing at the photographs, I spoke to Esme again.


"It looks like you broke your tibia. I'm going to go and get you your cast. Afterwards, we'll be done and then you can go back home." With that said, Nurse McGee and I both headed to the door at the same time. When we got to the door, I opened it and motioned Nurse McGee to exit the room first. I followed right behind her. She blushed at my gesture. I was always a gentleman around the ladies thanks to the gentleman upbringing my father had bestowed on to me a very, very, very long time ago.


We both went down the hallway to another room to get a cast for Esme's leg and a pair of crutches. I grabbed the cast while Nurse McGee took the crutches. We went back to room ten to where Esme and her parents were waiting patiently.


Before Nurse McGee and I  put on the cast, though, I began to talk.


"Alright, I'm going to put your bone back in place that way the bone can heal properly. This may hurt." Esme nodded again and I grabbed Esme's leg where the swelling was, and she winced a little bit from the pain. I counted back from three and on one  the bone was back in place where it should be. Esme immediately let out a little scream.


"I'm so sorry," I said. It was the hardest thing I had to do, but in order for the bone to heal properly I had to put in back in place. I knew that it must have been excruciating for Esme to feel that. I realized that the easiest way to put the cast on was to have Esme sitting upright on the table. I decided to help her.


"Here, let me help you," I said to Esme as I grabbed her around the shoulders. She clutched onto me around my neck as I lifted her gently and turned Esme around that way her back was against the wall and her feet were dangling off the edge of the table. I saw her blush yet again as she put her arms around my neck. Nurse McGee took off Esme's right shoe and sock and gave them to Mrs. Platt to hold on to.


After that the cast was properly in place, Nurse McGee went to the door to get the crutches that she left in the hallway just outside the door. When she came back in, I saw her carrying a pair of crutches. She made her way over to Esme. She handed Esme her crutches just as Esme's parents stood up, waiting for their daughter by the door. When Esme looked like she had a firm hold of the crutches, she stood up holding her right leg, bent at the knee, up. I figured that if Esme were standing upright as if her leg wasn't broken, Esme would have stood at five foot six inches tall. It was then that I had almost forgotten to say something.


"Before you leave, you should know that you'll be in that cast for the next six weeks. In six weeks, come back and we'll examine to see if your leg is healed properly. Then, we'll see what happens from then. Also, you better have several cushions under the cast so your leg is properly elevated enough to heal." I explained to Esme and her parents.


After I said what I said, I had sort of had an epiphany. I realized then that I didn't want her to go. I wanted to get to know Esme more. It was odd because I was feeling something that I couldn't quite explain.


I mentally slapped myself for the second time today when I came to the conclusion that I couldn't get to know Esme more because I was afraid. Afraid what Esme would do or react if she knew that I was a vampire. I was afraid that I would scare her. At that moment, another voice in my head made a point.


You can't get to know Esme because she's only sixteen, and you're already pretending to be thirty-five. It's time for you to move on despite how badly you don't want to. Besides, she's able to have a life. You want her to grow old, don't you? She'll grow up, get married, and maybe have children, even. She'll watch her children grow older and get married, too. Maybe she'll have grandchildren. Esme will be able to have a life that you won't be able to have anymore.


The voice in my head was right. Esme was too young for me despite how young I looked. I was physically twenty-three and would always be forever. I wanted this girl to have a life of her own that I will never have anymore. I wanted Esme to grow old and die due to old age or something. I want her to be happy. I was already pretending to be thirty-five, and I would have to move again soon before the staff notices that I'm not aging like they are. I felt very sad at this. However, if I had my way, I would have wanted Esme to myself and make her my wife.


I've been alone for so long now since I left the Volturi in Italy and the loneliness was starting to affect me personally. I wanted companionship, someone who would be there when I got home; someone to talk to whenever. Esme would have been perfect, but it would never work.


"Thank you Dr. Cullen, for everything," Mrs. Platt said.


"Your welcome. It was a pleasure meeting you all, especially you, Esme" I said, a small smile forming on my face.


"It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Carlisle," Esme replied back, giving me a small beautiful smile back. Esme and her parents left the small room to go back home.


I wondered if I would ever meet someone like Esme sometime in the near future.


A/N: Yay!! I'm done with this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long. I had a little writer's block because I realized that Carlisle's point of view would be just a little bit harder to write than Esme's point of view. Chapter 4, the last chapter, should be up real soon as I'll be going on vacation next week for a couple of weeks, and I want to finish this story up before I leave. While I'm on vacation, I'll be working on my next story that will be up when I get back. Please Review.