"Hey Mom," I sighed as I walked up to the counter and grabbed the folder with my rounds on it.
"Isabella." She didn't look up from her paperwork as she noted my presence and I sighed, practically biting my lip to tell her to look at me. Fine. "Call me Dr. Dwyer in the hospital."
I'm used to her not paying attention to me.
"I'm just peachy, thanks Mom." I murmured, covering all emotion as I pulled out a file folder or two and read through them.
I turned aroudn to walk away immediatley, already in a shitty mood. Thanks Mom, for caring. I walked on to the west wing where I'd be working today.
I work in the E.R. here at Forks General Hospital. I'd never even wanted to be a doctor but Mom was one and I always thought that maybe she'd be proud of me if I followed. Yeah, boy was I dumb. I should have became a cop, like Dad.
It's not that I don't like my job - I love it. And I love this hospital. I've just always been the invisible girl. Growing up and into adulthood - I've always gone unseen. People didn't notice me, I never did anything that would come off as outstanding, and to be honest, I hated it like this.
I'm not saying that I want to be a huge celebrity or something stupid like that - I just want my Mom to say she's proud of me and not have me refer to her as 'Doctor' or Dad as 'Chief'. That'd be nice.
I got to work immediatley, doing what I usually did. Drowning myself in it, hoping that something big would happen, and that maybe...just maybe...Mom would hear and at least acknowledge that I did something.
Nope. Not Mom.
I was working on a little girl, her name was Jane, when I saw someone come in.
I knew this man. It was Edward Masen. He's been one of my reoccuring patients lately. And to think I used to be clumsy - this guy was a mess.
Though he really wasn't a mess at all. Edward Masen was the opposite of a mess. He was very clean, and handsome physically. He was smooth and smart mentally. He just got himself in some of the dumbest predicaments sometimes. It amazes me how much he's in and out of this place.
Today he was clutching his hand to his toned chest and I immediately began making up stories he'd tell about it. Maybe he was walking in the park when someone fell and he ran to save them, stumbling over his own hand in the process?
His green eyes were soft, but there was something in them. An underlying emotion that I couldn't understand - one I didn't know. Hsi hair looked tousled, as if he'd been running his fingers through the bronze mess all day. A sign of stress. I wondered what he'd been up to today, again.
"Okay, Miss Jane, you were very brave today," I smiled down at the little blond girl on the cot. Her Mom just returned, finishing her call to the girl's Father, Aro. She couldn't use a cellphone inside because of all of the radio equiptment in the hospital. "You have to remember not to get the cast wet, and to be extra careful. You guys can come back in in about six weeks and I'll make sure you get it taken off."
I gave a pointed look at her Mother.
"Alright, I have to go see some patients. Feel better Jane." I smiled and her Mom thanked me, taking her daughter.
I then traded out my gloves and made my way to Mr. Masen.
"What have you gotten into this time?" I asked him and he looked up, smiling sheepishly. I smiled at the sight of his single dimple.
"Slammed my hand in the car door," He chuckled looking at his horribly swollen knuckle. I tsk'd at him and shook my head, helping him up and leading him to an open cot.
"Mr. Masen, you really need to work on this. You've had so many accidents lately!" I commented.
"I know, I know," He sighed and I could see a hint of honesty behind his green eyes.
"Okay, well, it looks like I'll be putting some bones back in place." I sighed as I examined it and he pursed his lips, nodding slowly. "You think you can handle that?"
"I'm a big boy." He smirked and I giggled.
"If you're sure." I smiled. "So, um, what kind of car do you have?"
He knows how it works. When I'm putting him back into place it hurts like a bitch. So, we play a sort of game. Basically, I ask him meaningless questions in order to distract him until I'm done with the painful work.
"I drive a...Volvo." He hissed.
"Really? Volvos are expensive. What color?"
"It's...stupid...God, not my Volvo. Sorry. Um, the car's silver." He murmured and I nodded, smiling. Poor guy.
"Did you get any blood on it today?" I smirked.
"Nah," He huffed and I giggled.
"How about your hair? Why's it so messy?" I glanced at his hair, and nodded once. I glowered.
"My Mom...when I was little...would spend hours trying to tame it. It's impossible, he stupid cow-licks I have." He chuckled before sighing sadly. I wondered if there was a story behind that sigh. "I was pretty stressed today."
"Wanna' tell me why?" I asked him before realizing that I was being too pushy. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that."
"No, no," He smiled and shrugged. "My wife...she doesn't have a job but doesn't want me working either. I don't know how she thinks we're gonna' pay for stuff." He grumbled.
"You're married, huh?" I asked and glanced at his empty left, ring-finger.
"Y-yeah," He sighed. I'd never seen a ring there before.
Why does it even matter, Isabella?
"Um...took the ring off. While excersizing. Otherwise I could get hurt and it could get swollen into my finger." He chuckled and I nodded, slowly. Excersizing? Was he going to the gym? He wasn't dressed for excersize. Weird.
"Welp, all done, want some pain meds?" I asked him and he shook his head.
"Tanya will throw a fit if I'm not home soon. Thank you for taking care of me Dr. Swan," He sighed and I shook my head, shrugged, and nodded all at the same time. Awkward...
"You're always welcome. It's my job!" I raised my eyebrows before helping him down. "Come back in...I'd say in about four weeks and I'll have the brace taken off." I told him and winked. "That is, if you don't hurt yourself again before then."
"You know me too well!" He laughed and hugged me lightly, using his good arm. "Have a good day Doctor."
"Thanks...um...you too!" I smiled and watched as he retreated back out those doors as quickly as he'd came.
I sighed and shook my head, cleaning up the station before going on to do some paperwork.
The thing about Edward Masen was that even though nobody has ever showed me attention...he always does. he just makes me feel special and that's a new feeling all together. I can't help but be in a good mood for days after seeing him for twenty minutes. I sighed, shaking my head.
I need to cut it out before I not only crush on a patient, but a married man. That's never, ever a smart idea.
It's not like he'll ever be with you anyways. A voice in the back of my mind whispered and I ducked my head, finishing my paperwork.
"You better not be having relations with a patient, Doctor Swan." I looked up, shocked, to see my Mom.
"Wh-what?" I stuttered, my cheeks going up in flames.
"I saw you over there with that man. I know he comes in here and you're the only person on his record."
"That's because I'm always here," I told her, my brow furrowing. She thought I was having an affair with Edward?
"You are?" She asked.
"Uh, yeah, Mo-...Doctor Swan." I corrected myself. "I work over sixty hours a week!"
"And I couldn't be more thankful to have you around, Dr. Isabella!" I looked up to see the chief of staff, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, walking in. I felt my cheeks heat up as my Mom turned to look at him.
"Hello Dr. Swan's." He chuckled. "How are you ladies today?"
"Very well, everyone is good." Mom told him in her stern, suck-up voice.
"I'm good too," I told him, my cheeks turning pinker.
Doctor Cullen was a reasonably handsome man. He's in his thirties, he's got blonde hair, and blue eyes, and he's one of the best doctors I've ever met. He's amazing and taken. His wife, Esme, is very lovely too.
"Isabella!" My Mom spoke in her scolding voice, looking down at me, her blue eyes piercing me, causing me to feel even more embarrassed for speaking at all. "He is an elder, and a doctor, use the respect I taught you."
"Sorry Doctor Swan," I mumbled, sighed, and turned to Doctor Cullen, who'd been watching with a frown. "I apologize, Doctor Cullen. My day has been well, patients have been-..."
"No...I meant how were you," He frowned with a shrug. "Anyways, thanks for your help, Doctor Swan. I've written you up for next on the list to become an upper-resident." He smiled and I felt my eyes widen.
"Yes, I'd have put you at the top if you were making over twenty hours less than you are now. You're very good at what you do, also. So, be looking forward to it. I'm putting in my best word for you!"
"Thank you so much, Dr. Cullen, that means so much to me!" I breathed, watching my Mom in my peripherals. She had a frown on her face, but didn't say anything. I was hoping she'd at least smile at me, say congrats to her daughter...
"You're very welcome, and call me Carlisle, Doctor Swan."
"Only if you call me Isabella," I bit my lip and he nodded.
"Well, see you ladies around. I'm going home to see Esme. Have a nice day."
"You too, thank you again!" I called as he walked away.
My day was just getting bettter and better! I turned back to my clip-board, feeling giddy. First Edward, now I get a promotion? This is amazing. I glanced at my Mom, through my hair, and she was shaking her head.
"What? Aren't you happy for me?" I asked her, confused.
"Dr. Swan..." She sighed, shook her head, and walked away. I just stood there. Shell-shocked.
A/N: Hey! This is my second story, and I hope everyone likes it! I'm no doctor, so I don't know doctor talk, so please let me know how I did in that area? Yeah? Yeah. Okay. REVIEW! REVIEW!
I don't own this story, Stephenie Meyer does.