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Such Lovely Endings
by Psychotic
I was outside in my backyard, and it was a fall evening. I was supposed to pick the apples out of the tree "as best as I could". Even though I was sixteen, my gender set me apart. I had almost all of them; I just had to reach the top of the tree.
Once I was on one of the highest branches, I thoughtlessly stood up on the flimsy thing. I was determined to reach that one apple out there... It was so perfect!
Right as I grasped my fingers around it, I heard a loud crack and a rustling. My eyes widened as I felt the support from underneath me disappear. I was too slow to grab the branch above me, and I tumbled to the ground, screaming in shock and pain at the impact.
My father came rushing out of the house, my mother trailing after. They saw the state I was in and carried me to our automobile. I had to admit that the thing wasn't in the best shape, but it got us where we needed to go in a short amount of time, and for that I was grateful. It got us to the town clinic shortly and I nearly sighed out loud -- my leg was painfully throbbing at this point and I couldn't move it unless I wanted sharp, stabbing pains in the appendage.
"We need to see the doctor," my father said to the first nurse he saw, gesturing to me. She spotted my leg, but sadly shook her head. The town doctor was out. We'd have to go to the hospital in Columbus if we had to see someone tonight. My parents nodded and we were off again.
It was after dark when we finally reached the small hospital. They called the only available doctor at that time -- a man by the name of Dr. Cullen.
Before he arrived, I was taken into a room and laid down on a stretcher. The nurse quickly and politely ushered my parents out; they would only get in the way. I closed my eyes as I laid, trying my best to ignore the ache. It wasn't working at all. I looked up, though, when I heard the door open.
My breath stopped short.
The most beautiful man I had ever seen stood in front of me. His hair was a wonderful blonde that seemed to catch the light in ways I'd never imagined. He was extremely pale and bruise-like shadows under his eyes indicated sleepless nights. The bruises, no matter how much I didn't want him awake all night, made his dark butterscotch eyes stand out even more. He was tall and lean, and he gave me the loveliest of smiles, one that I wanted to revel in for the rest of my days.
I still believe now that I'd fallen in love with him right then and there.
"Miss Platt?" he inquired. Oh, his voice was just as wonderful as his looks. It nearly made me melt and I had to use all that I had just to answer him.
"Y-Yes?"
"I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen." He came to stand at the base of my cot and looked over my leg. It was swollen and the ankle was a nasty purplish color. "It seems that you have broken your leg," he stated, sounding a bit amused.
"I did," I agreed. It certainly felt like I had broken it. "I fell out of the tree behind my house. I was picking apples." That was when I noticed that I still had that one apple grasped in my hand. I looked at it for a moment, wondering why I hadn't dropped it. It was a very good-looking apple. I held it up to the light to examine it better. "I guess I forgot to put it down," I muttered.
The doctor laughed and held out his hand. "May I see it?" I dropped it into his outstretched palm and he took a look at it as I had. "Well, I can see why you didn't just let go of it." He must have agreed that it was a good apple. He handed it back to me and I set it on the small table next to the cot.
"What are you going to do about my leg?" I asked. I had nearly forgotten the pain as I'd stared at him, but now I remembered it full force. I cringed a bit, and Dr. Cullen gave me a sympathetic look.
Gently, he took my leg and elevated it on an extra pillow. I hissed quietly at the sharp stab of pain that caused. He apologized, and I said that the pain couldn't be avoided. "We will have to ice it for a bit and then cast it. I will put it in a splint while we ice it so that it doesn't move." I nodded and he got to work.
The whole three-hour hospital experience was the best day of my life for the longest time.
Psychotic Female of Many Names
12.09.07
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