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Post by Laurence Chambers on Jul 19, 2009 17:11:59 GMT -5
Laurie loooked down briefly as Katie's leg began to bounce up and down repeatedly. It wasn't unusual in a hospital to see nervous habits coming out, so he looked away without much of a second thought to it. He did hope that she wouldn't go after Dr. Cullen's patient again while they were both at the hospital. He didn't want to have to call security on her.
"Okay good" He said with a nod as she told him that she was fine with needles. He knew the injection would give her quicker relief than waiting for the medicine from a pill to enter her bloodstream as it got digested. She had already told him she wasn't allergic to anything so he didn't have to worry about an adverse reaction. He drew up some of the analgesic into the syringe . "Just a quick pinch" He told her, and tried to administer the medicine quickly and as painlessly as possible. "You should feel relief soon"
As Laurie began examining the break in her hand further, making sure the blood supply wasn't compromised he wanted to try to do something to help his patients emotional wellbeing. He could see she was on the verge of tears and didn't want to just patch her up and send her on her way home. "Do you want to talk about it?"
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Sept 11, 2009 7:36:39 GMT -5
“Each of our actions are our own,” Carlisle responded, still trying to reassure the hybrid. It wasn’t necessarily true, within the family unit they shared in each others’ actions, but he didn’t want to highlight any differentness that Jayden was feeling right now, she was probably feeling different enough. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t help the girl out if her mistake turned out to be costly, but he also didn’t want her to feel the burden of familial responsibility that each of the Cullens had. “Jayden, we all make mistakes, we are only derived from humans, after all. I will patch your face up so that it looks injured, I can tie a tight bandage, you know.”
The smile on his face switched to a grin for a brief flicker of a moment as he played with their species and it returned when Jayden admitted that she didn’t think the others thought her anything more than a silly teenage girl. “That’s perfect then,” he congratulated her gently. “Teenagers are sillier than they are sensible, you’re fitting in perfectly. A good ruse, though next time perhaps try to avoid physical altercations.
Carlisle nodded as the hybrid discussed her physiology, unable to resist finding out more about her fascinating existence. His calm smile remained, stretching slightly as he recognised the change of tone in her voice. “Don’t feel guilty for what you are, Jayden. Nothing good will come of it and you’ll on waste what you have to give out of fear. Marks will fade, the girl’s arm will heal, but you will carry your lessons around with you for the rest of your life, I’d imagine.”
He tilted his head, still exuding calmness as he heard her breathing deepen, becoming consciously regulated as she tried to remain in control of her faculties. He extended his hand and placed it on her shoulder, a motion that would usually intimidate his human patients, and so one that he rarely made. “I know,” he reassured her. “You’re quite welcome.”
Regaining the slight comfortable distance between himself and his ‘patient’, Carlisle listened to the few words of explanation with understanding and patience. He nodded his head slowly, having heard this tale more than a few times in his various incarnations as a doctor. “Ah yes, fickleness seems to be another teenage characteristic that has become more prevalent in this age of plenty,” he paused, remembering the initial fight between Edward and Jayden about his being with Bella and wondering what had changed. He decided not to bring it up at that point, though. It was her prerogative to change her mind as she willed. “Another student?”
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Post by Jayden Murphy on Sept 30, 2009 21:29:58 GMT -5
Whatever Carlisle could say Jayden doubted it would make her feel better for her actions or the consequences of those actions. She knew that everything that had happened today had been through her actions, and future consequences could ensue to cause more trouble something she didn’t wish. She nodded to Carlisle’s response not feeling what she could add other then saying again how guilty, sorry and terrible she felt for it all. “Thank you, but a prop on my face is all it will be, the real pain is elsewhere.” She said quieter then before finally feeling the pain of the whole event in her heart as it was breaking.
As Carlisle spoke she knew his words were spoken like that of a father, something she knew he’d had many years practice in. However, Jayden was out of practice listening to a father or male adult figure, she again nodded to him feeling almost chastised for her actions but with a caring tone. “Then at least my action are good for cover if that other girls hand. I didn’t meant to hurt her.” She confessed again.
“I don’t think I’m going to forget these lessons or these feeling any time soon.” She told him honestly trying to believe what he was saying and take it to heart, but it was harder to accept then to hear. “I certainly wont be entering into these sort of situations again.” She vowed to herself as much as Carlisle.
Jayden wanted to break down and cry, to let out all the tension and pent up upset. Feeling his hand on her shoulder a silent sob escaped she she felt her shoulder heave and her body shake. Jayden knew her action could have meant she lost all the closeness she had with the Cullens something she wished to never happen, Carlisle’s touch reminded her of their friendship and all the other things she’d risked in her foolish actions.
Hearing his words Jayden realized he wasn’t just speaking as a father, but as an elder that he was. His words had wisdom and feeling. “He was human, and I can’t blame my feelings just on the age of plenty. It was my own actions and mind that chose this.” Jayden admitted trying to take the responsibility for all her actions once more. She wasn’t sure she could tell Carlisle it all, but she wasn’t sure who else she could either. “He wasn’t a student, I made so many mistakes.” She confessed.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Oct 6, 2009 7:28:57 GMT -5
Carlisle nodded once and extended a compassionate, sympathetic look as Jayden told him that the dressing was in the wrong location to heal the pain. Emotional pain could feel like the worst to get over, with time being the only real remedy, but so long as she allowed her friends to help her through it, then she would be fine. It was just a shame for her now.
“I am sorry, Jayden,” he told her, genuinely. He kept his honeyed eyes upon her as he stood to wait out the time that the actual treatment would take. “It must feel bad now, but you have a long, bright future. There will come a time when you look back upon this without any ill feeling, but unfortunately there is not a lot I can do about it now. Perhaps if you spoke to those that understand your predicament, it might bring forth closure.”
He continued to view his patient with a fatherly concern, feeling closer to her by virtue of how close she had gotten to his family over the last few months. He knew that since the death of her father she had not had anyone to lean on for support and he wanted her to know that he and his family would help her as the friends that they were. He smiled at her, gently. “I know that – anyone that knows you would. High emotion can cause anyone to lash out. It was a perfectly natural response for a teenager, because it would be a response evoked in most people when they feel hurt and betrayed.”
As she went on to say that she wouldn’t get herself into such situations again a slightly more serious look permeated Carlisle’s calm smile. “Don’t shy away too long, though, Jay. Wait until you’ve healed emotionally maybe, but don’t shy away from human society again. You were better for it and it for you, remember you have the right to belong there as much as the next person.”
Carlisle’s hand remained on Jay’s shoulder, supporting her as she sobbed. He knew it must be difficult for her, being what she perceived as so different from all those around her, but it was all he could do to reinforce his own affection for her via small actions such as this.
“Your feelings were real, not a product of the time, but I fear that others may be less impervious to the ideals of their culture, having only experience of this one,” he told her, not standing with his arms loosely supporting his body (as if he needed it) on the equipment trolley. “Everyone makes mistakes, as I’ve said, so decide what you’re going to do now and for the rest of your life around these humans – that’s what builds the character of who you are. Don’t trick yourself into thinking this is the end of any chapter in your life, because it might just be the beginning of another.”
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