Author's notes: Just a little thing I came up with. I felt in the mood to write a little sad fic. I don't know if it's really good. I just felt like writing something like this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight... If I did... I'd buy myself that really expensive car I want...

The Bad Day
Carlisle's Point of View

The time had been called. Never before have I been so affected by the death of a person. You'd think over hundreds of years, one would get used to it. But you never, ever get used to a child dying. I worked over an hour and a half trying to save the girl laying on the table before. She was just a tiny thing, four-years-old. Too young to die. Too young. There was nothing I could do. It took two doctors to pull me away to call the time. I could've easily ripped away from them, but I didn't. I couldn't.

"Carlisle, go home." I heard someone tell me. Go home? "You need to go home. You've been working for two days straight. You have the next two days off." I have been working for two days straight, taking "naps" in my office. "Dr. Cullen, did you hear me?" I nodded numbly and went to my office to gather my things, but just kept the light off and plopped down in my chair and slouched down.

Today was counted as one of the worst days of my life, and I had many bad days. I sat in the dark for hours, losing track of all time. It was well after midnight when I left for home.

I drove up the drive way and saw Esme sitting on the front porch. I parked my car in the garage and went out to her. She ran up and hugged me.

"I was worried!" She said. I just buried my face in her hair and held her close.

"I'm sorry. I should've called." I told her and took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. I took her inside. I didn't greet the others. I just went up to our room and shut the door, locking it. I dropped my briefcase and laptop case on the floor gently and got changed into sweatpants then took Esme to the bed and laid down with her.

"Carlisle, what's wrong?" She was worried, more worried then usual. I just held her close and felt a new wave of guilt over come me. "Please, talk to me." She was begging and still I didn't say anything. I just held her against me as I removed her shoes using my feet and pulled the blanket around us. I just wanted to hold her.

I thought of the little girl. The one who wont be going home tonight. The one who wont be growing up into a lovely woman, growing old and having a life and I cried into Esme's hair, though no tears came.

"It was a bad day at work." I murmured, sighing. "I lost a patient. It took two doctors to pull me away so they could call the time. I would've kept working on her, but the pulled me off. Can you believe it, it took two doctors to pull me away." Esme rolled me on my stomach and climbed on me. "I couldn't save the little girl. She was only four."

"You did all you could, darling." She said, soothingly as she rubbed my back. "I bet her parents are thankful that you tried everything." Esme bent down and kissed my shoulder. "Carlisle, you are a great doctor. You save lives everyday, but sometimes, there are those who cannot be saved and you mustn't blame yourself. You did everything you could. No self-blaming." She continued to rub my back and I could feel the stress, tension leaving me. I felt myself relaxed and closed my eyes. I wish I could sleep.

I rolled over quickly and had her straddle my waist. I looked up at her and ran a hand down her beautiful face. "What if I have more bad days?" I asked quietly.

"Then I will be here to help you." She said lovingly and leaned down, kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

Esme can always make me feel better after a bad day at work.

The End.

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