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Carlisle Cullen was a very gorgeous man.

I sat on the hospital bed watching as he readied the supplies to stitch the cut in my arm. It was strange because this injury wasn't due to my inept nature. Now, if it had been, my father, Charlie, wouldn't be having a 'stern talking to' with my best friend Jacob right outside the door. How did I know that this 'talk' was taking place? Because, I could hear Charlie yelling at Jacob from my spot on this very uncomfortable hospital bed. But, I wasn't really focusing on the words, or lack of on Jacob's behalf, that they were exchanging. I was much more interested in Doctor Carlisle Cullen with his sexily brushed back blonde hair that blended well with his onyx eyes; which I was more than honored to have on me. Unfortunately, his captivating eyes were not on me because he was the one interested, but because he had to fix something that was wrong with me.

It might be a bit self-loathing to say that I would never be good enough for Carlisle's eyes; or just Carlisle himself. I was a plain girl with nothing to offer to such a sophisticated man; who, by the way, had a wife and five children that he had adopted with said wife out of the pure kindness of his heart. He was the most perfect human being I had ever laid my eyes on. Not just because he was immeasurably attractive, but because he was a great person. He was always helping people.

For example, he was a doctor. His job indicated that he helped people everyday, even if it is by stitching up their arm or performing a surgery that could determine life or death. Another example is that he adopted five children who had no where else to go. And, by coincidence, four of them ending up finding someone they loved in each other. Emmett was the only one who didn't have a significant other within their family. Rumor was that he was dating an older woman and had to keep it secret.

"Isabella?"

My eyes shot up to meet apprehensive golden ones. My heart beat picked up and I was aware of the blush rising to my cheeks. I had been so absorbed in my dissecting of Carlisle and his family that I hadn't been paying attention to what he was saying to me. Satisfaction welled in my chest as I thought the words. Carlisle Cullen was talking to me.

"Yes?" I answered, clearing my throat slightly. I didn't want him to suspect anything; my behavior was certainly strange. I didn't usually zone out in the middle of something important.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded my head slowly, not trusting my voice to produce the steady tone I needed it to.

He then started to work on my arm. I watched in enthrallment as he did it quickly and painlessly. His long fingers subtly caressing my sore, reddening skin; breathing a content sigh as the coldness of his touch soothed the irritation of the cut. I suppressed a moan at the mere thought of Carlisle touching me.

I wasn't sure when I had developed a Carlisle obsession, but I was enjoying it. Maybe it had started when I saw him for the first time. It was my first day at ForksHigh School and he was dropping off his youngest daughter, Alice. He looked over at me and I held my breath.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was perfect. Everything about him called to me, especially those beautiful pale lips that hid his beautiful smile. Our eyes connected and my mind went blank, all the coherent thoughts were gone; it was just him, him, him. The urge to touch him, be with him, pulsed through me just as my blood was. It was as if the world had shattered, leaving us in our own galaxy. How could one man be so beautiful? Was I day dreaming? The space between us was almost painful; the pressure to be near him was prickling at my skin like little needles.

My body ached for him, wanting all of him closer; much closer. He was everything now. He was the one who broke our stare-down first, walking back to his car and driving off. I wanted to cry, to follow him, but I didn't.

"All done," a smooth, sexy voice said breaking me out of my reminiscing. My eyes, once again, immediately found Doctor Cullen's and I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips. He turned and removed himself from the space near me. He threw out the needles and the sanitary wipes he had used to stitch up my cut. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, Doctor Cullen," I said, purring out his name as I got off the bed.

I saw him stiffen for the briefest of seconds, before he turned to look at me again. There was a battle of emotion in those golden eyes. "You're welcome. It is my job." He chucked good naturedly, but I knew there was something spinning around in his mind. He put emphasis on the second sentence. It is my job. As if he were trying to tell me that he was expected to do it because that's how he took care of his family, not because he wanted to help anyone. No he wanted to help other people, it was me he didn't.

He knew. He knew that I had a crush on him and he wanted me to get the point. I received the point perfectly. Without another word exchanged, I left the room. Jacob and Charlie were sitting in the waiting room now, both facing different directions. Jacob was the first one to see me. He got up from the chair and ran over to me, picking me up and spinning me around.

"I'm so glad you're all fixed up now," he said, setting me back on my feet.

"Why? Did you miss me?"

"No. Because, your dad won't give me anymore dirty looks."

I looked over Jacob's shoulder to see Charlie glaring at us, more particularly, Jacob. I laughed, mostly trying to cover up my sadness from the things that Carlisle had said. "Looks like that didn't stop him."

I bounced over to my dad in false happiness and hugged him. "C'mon dad, stop being a poor sport. He didn't mean to drop me." Jacob had a knack for picking me up because he didn't think I was capable of going somewhere without getting hurt because of how clumsy I was. But, ironically, he dropped me on the front steps as we were leaving to go to the store. Luckily the only injury I got was a long slice up my right arm. Usually it was a concussion or a broken limb.

"Fine," Charlie grumbled.

"Men," I sighed.