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“How are toi feeling?” he asked in that musical voice.
“Fine” I lied.
“Hmm, doesn’t look fine. I think your leg is broken but I’m not positive. How did toi injure it?”
“Well…I slipped out of a arbre I was climbing” I muttered embarrassed to tell him I was a 16-year-old who still climbed trees. I chose to tell him the truth, though, rather than lie because I knew he would talk to my parents later…
“Well, let me take a look” he a dit as he put on his medical gloves. He handled my leg with care trying out different points and asking me if it hurt ou not. par the end of his examination, he informed me I fractured my leg.
“Your going to need a cast and it will be on for 6-8 weeks,” he told me “you’ll need crutches as well.” Then he put on my cast as I watched in awe. My parents were called in and I was donné the crutches.
“Thank toi very much Dr. Cullen” I a dit to him as my parents and I excited the office
“Please call me Carlisle. And your very welcome Esme” he replied smiling a blinding smile at me. He couldn’t be that much older than me. Maybe early 20’s. I wondered to myself if he was married ou engaged. He probably is. A good-looking, glorious, breathtakingly beautiful man like that couldn’t be single. He was probably involved with a much prettier woman than I.
I hobbled my way to the car with help from my father. Getting in was tricky but we manages. As we drove home, my thoughts couldn’t stray from the wonderful doctor Carlisle who repaired me. In a way, he way my own personal hero and that thought gave me plus pleasure than it should.
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“How are toi feeling?” he asked in that musical voice.
“Fine” I lied.
“Hmm, doesn’t look fine. I think your leg is broken but I’m not positive. How did toi injure it?”
“Well…I slipped out of a arbre I was climbing” I muttered embarrassed to tell him I was a 16-year-old who still climbed trees. I chose to tell him the truth, though, rather than lie because I knew he would talk to my parents later…
“Well, let me take a look” he a dit as he put on his medical gloves. He handled my leg with care trying out different points and asking me if it hurt ou not. par the end of his examination, he informed me I fractured my leg.
“Your going to need a cast and it will be on for 6-8 weeks,” he told me “you’ll need crutches as well.” Then he put on my cast as I watched in awe. My parents were called in and I was donné the crutches.
“Thank toi very much Dr. Cullen” I a dit to him as my parents and I excited the office
“Please call me Carlisle. And your very welcome Esme” he replied smiling a blinding smile at me. He couldn’t be that much older than me. Maybe early 20’s. I wondered to myself if he was married ou engaged. He probably is. A good-looking, glorious, breathtakingly beautiful man like that couldn’t be single. He was probably involved with a much prettier woman than I.
I hobbled my way to the car with help from my father. Getting in was tricky but we manages. As we drove home, my thoughts couldn’t stray from the wonderful doctor Carlisle who repaired me. In a way, he way my own personal hero and that thought gave me plus pleasure than it should.
BREAKING NEWS: TWILIGHT étoile, star DIED OF DRUG OVERDOSE!!
My boîte mail started piling up with messages from my office mates, one even a dit condolence. UGH! One asked, what would happen to New Moon. Would there be a re-shoot? One encouraged me to file for a leave so we could mourn. ACK! THIS IS NOT TRUE! (Tell me, it’s not true.) I refuse to believe. My blood literally boiled. My morning is ruined-ruined beyond repair, I think. I absolutely hate people who spread vicious rumors around. Can’t they just leave famous célébrités alone? GRRRR!!!!!!
