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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 19, 2008 21:29:48 GMT -5
Elaine had gotten out of her car and ran inside to the emergence room. She had been washing some dishes when something happened and a plate in the sick happen to break. She was trying to get it out when it slipped and she slit one of her wrists. When she pulled it out she looked at it and started to get worried. She did not know if this time she had gotten the vein or not. That what bought her here to the Emergency room.
Elaine look around at everyone and ran up to the front Desk. "Please I need help I thought I might have cut a vein. Someone please." Elaine was holding a rag wrapped up in her wrist. It was almost blood red now from the loss of blood. She was also getting really sick. Her head was starting to spin. It did not help that she was freezing because it was raining and she had forgot her Jacket.
"please someone hurry." She then sat down on the ground not feeling good. She knew she was light headed. She just hoped that who ever looked at her would not realize the scars she had all up and down her arms. That was her past she was actually getting better. She then looked down ar her clothes. *Great now who ever looks at me will think that I am depressed agian* She happened to be wearing all black.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 19, 2008 22:28:21 GMT -5
Carlisle stood a few metres down the hall towards the emergency wards, just outside the waiting room, staring at the duty roster for the night. He had just begun work having offered to cover a colleague’s night shift and was not due to actually start for another half hour or so - he was always early. He turned automatically at the smell of fresh blood coming through the door, his amber eyes curious to know what was happening and eager to see if anyone was there to help.
Behind the reception desk the plump receptionist looked up at Elaine with disinterested eyes. She had seen it all before and no doubt she could wait a few hours, get the girl to fill in a few forms before a doctor came free. However, as the girl dropped from her view behind her desk, the receptionist could not help but let out a gasp as she struggled to her feet.
“Doc- oh.”
“I’m here, Barbara. Get me a chair, please,” Carlisle smiled at the receptionist that had been about to call his attention, before bobbing down to the girl’s side. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was suffering from blood loss, he could smell it.
“Hey there,” he said, speaking gently yet insistently, persuading her to respond to his voice with everything he had. He put one of his white hands on her back, ensuring that it only touched her clothes out of habit. “It’s okay, we’re here now.”
He glanced up as a wheelchair appeared at his side and he smiled his ’thank you’ to the receptionist. “Alright, we’re just going to get you up here so we can take a look at you, okay? Do you think you could tell me your name?”
He knew it would be much more efficient if he could just carry her, but that wouldn’t exactly be discreet. He kept his arm around her back to offer a little support as she stood, just in case she had lost more blood than he thought.
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 19, 2008 22:45:23 GMT -5
Elaine looked at him and nods. She was glad that she had a doctor that was willing to help her out. All she knew was that her head was really spinning. She heard the doctor talking to her. All she seemed to hear was a word or here there. She could fell him healing her to the wheel chair. Once she was there she held her hand protectively. She was hoping it had stopped but she knew it had not yet.
"I'm Elaine Rhodes."She said in barely a whisper. She knew she was not doing so well of all the time she had cut herself in the past nothing this bad had happened. "I am sorry I did not mean to." She leaned back into the chair and started to slump into it. She was just hoping that she could keep conscious thought this. She did not know what was happening. She barely opened her eye hoping to stay awake. She saw who it was. "Who you."
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 19, 2008 23:28:08 GMT -5
Carlisle easily helped the girl into the wheelchair, it actually took more effort for him to act as if she weighed anything to him at all. He settled for a slight tensing of the muscles to show the strain, it seemed to work most of the time. As soon as she was securely in the chair he whipped himself around and pushed her through to one of the vacant nearby treatment rooms, listening all the while to what she was saying.
“It’s nice to meet you, Elaine,” he told her, his voice raising a little as he heard how weak hers was. He needed to keep her attention - it wouldn’t be a massive problem to him if she did faint, but it made things much simpler and less complicated if he could keep her lucid. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything.”
He whirled around the chair once more and crouched to take a look at her injury away from the prying eyes of the public. He didn’t think twice about the blood as he pulled away the makeshift bandage to see the extent of the wound, he was too focused on healing.
“I’m Doctor Cullen,” he told her whilst he worked quickly to slow the flow of the bleeding, exerting just the right amount of pressure in the right place. After a few moments of concentrating on his work, he turned his golden eyes flicked up to hers, a small, calming smile on his face. “How’re you doing, Elaine?”
He reached over from where he crouched to discard the rag in a bio-waste receptacle. He knew that he should really move her over to the bed, but he preferred to try to stop her bleeding first.
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 19, 2008 23:46:13 GMT -5
Elaine looked at him with her eyes barely open. She knew she had screwed up badly this time. "I don't know my wrist is killing me." She was trying not to move since she knew that this doctor would be able to hopefully help her. She looked down for the first time and realized that she had cut herself pretty badly.
She looked at her arms. "just stop the bleeding and I will be fine." Elaine was wanting to get under the covers so that he would not see the rest of the scars she had up her arms from about 2 years ago. She knew that at this moment that only one other person would know what she had every did this. That person however had promised never to tell a soul. If she did he was not going to be very happy. She leaned her head back in the wheelchair and closed her eyes. Elaine was trying to safe her energy but her head was starting to cloudy and making it harder to say awake.
Elaine had pulled her other arm up the her chest trying to get warm since she was actually freezing to from being in the rain.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 20, 2008 21:40:51 GMT -5
Carlisle nodded a little, humming the affirmative as he swabbed some antiseptic on to a large sterile piece of cotton wool to clean out the wound. He paused with it above the deep laceration on her forearm and wrist, his amber eyes flicking to her face.
“It is quite a nasty cut you got here,” he conceded, though his ultra-perceptive eyes had picked up on the tiny healed scars that littered the fragile skin there. They were probably nothing a human could pick up at a glance, so he said nothing, though it did make him suspicious. He would have to keep that in mind as he uncovered the shape and size of the current wound. He had also been struck by the realisation that he was crouching over her at an uncomfortable angle for a human, so he straightened himself up.
“The bleeding’s slowing though, so I’ll be able to clean it up and give you a few stitches by the look of it,” he paused, putting the ready sterilised cotton wool on to a surgical plate. “I’m just going to move you over to the bed first, though, okay?”
He slid a free arm around her back to help her up on to the bed, though he loathed to keep it there too long as he could feel that she was already cold and damp from her walk into the hospital. Once up on the thin mattress he pulled up one of the scratchy hospital blankets and handed it to the girl’s good arm, pulling it around her shoulders.
“Okay, I’m just going to clean this out for you now,“ he paused, picking up the cotton wool that he had prepared a minute or so ago. “This is going to sting a little, I’m afraid.”
He began to dab away at the wound, removing the excess blood and any chance of infection from its depths.
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 20, 2008 22:08:17 GMT -5
Elaine let him just talk. Once she was on the bed. She did not know how much longer it would last but she knew all she wanted to do was sleep. She nods her head so that he knew that she was listening. She looked at her wrist and tried to pull it away.
"No it hurts stop it. Please." She was trying to get it away she did not know how though. Her thoughts were so confused now. Elaine looked at Carlisle.
"I cut it on some of glass that all. It was accident to. " She was now just mumbling trying to get the thought of everything out of her mind.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 20, 2008 22:20:08 GMT -5
Carlisle continued to hold Elaine’s arm in place, firmly, though he didn’t allow his grip to become hard enough to hurt or bruise her delicate skin. For a while after he begun to practice medicine he had all kinds of problems in judging the right amount of pressure to exert on a fussing patient, but centuries in, he had it down pat. His eyes flicked back up to Elaine.
“I’m almost done,” he assured her, switching the soiled cotton for another swab as it became too saturated with blood and dirt. “I’ll hurt less this way than if we stop and start.”
He allowed a small smile to show on his face, hoping to instil some confidence in her, though he knew that she was probably too panicked by the situation at hand. He sped up the procedure slightly, allowing his extra senses to guide him over the broken skin without causing unnecessary pain and irritation. It was only another minute or so before he pulled away the second swab to reveal the jagged cut that the plate had left. There was just a little blood pooling just under the surface now, attempting to clog the wide wound.
“There we go,” his eyes quickly swept over the wound and he nodded a little at her plea that it was an accident. “I know,” he told her, realising that it would not be prudent to bring up any past indiscretions at this point. “I think we’re going to need to put in a few stitches here. They’re nothing to worry about, they’ll just help you heal faster. Is that okay, Elaine?”
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 20, 2008 23:02:49 GMT -5
Elaine pulled up into a ball with her hand out for him still though. She knew she that she had to let this get done faster so that she could get home faster. "okay stitches are fine. I have had then before they are not that bad."
She then looked at him as she sat there. She knew that if he this was the only way. She then started to run her hand through her hair. "okay I was wondering After stitches am I able to leave. "
She was not wanting to talk about any of the scars she had. She was also glad that he was not messing with her chart. Elaine had so many different things going back in the past. Her chart said that it had she had over dosed. It then said that she had been in and out of the hospital because it gave her mother time to get away from her. Elaine closed her eyes wondering what was going on. She just wanted to leave.
Elaine started to shiver. "It so cold. I need to get home I forgot to lock it up."
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 21, 2008 18:42:23 GMT -5
Carlisle nodded and walked over to fill a needle with anaesthetic. On his way he scooped up her file, needing to know whether she was allergic to anything, or if anything would cause complications with the procedure. His chin raised slightly as he absorbed the personal information, the depressive symptoms. No allergies though, which was what he was looking for. When he turned to face her again, it was with a loaded needle, ready to numb her arm whilst he worked on suturing the wound. He continued to smile at her in that calming way, but now his quick eyes were more focused on the surrounding wounds, trying to assess how recent the damage was, whether the girl needed more help than she was letting on. He nodded a little, withdrawing the needle.
“That should be fine, Elaine,” he told her, flashing a wider smile at her for a moment. “We won’t keep you here longer than you need to be. Or want to be.”
He dropped in the last half-sentence, just in case the girl needed some ’get out’ time - he understood that sometimes people just needed to be away from whatever their situation was for just a little while in order for them to feel better internally. Not many of his colleagues offered that, but Carlisle considered it a necessary part of his job title. His eyes went down to his work, now using the forceps to pull the surgical thread through the thing skin, careful not to irritate the wound further. He’d done this so often that he could probably do it with his eyes closed, but it figured it would be disconcerting for him to appear like he wasn’t concentrating. His eyes did flash up to her face once more as she complained of the cold.
“We could always call someone for you,” he told her, gently.
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 21, 2008 19:21:04 GMT -5
Elaine smiled and looked at him. She knew that he had read her file now by the way she was talking. She did not look at her arm the whole time he was putting stitches in. She had to get home her dad knew nothing about the her depressive start and she was not going to let him find out. She just need to wait for the right time to leave and not make it seem like she was willing to do it again.
"I think I will need to get home. Dad does not know that I cut my self and well if it any way possible I would rather him not know. You know how parents right alway worried about how there little ones are. He will flip out if he find out I cut my self." She then pulled her feet up into a ball. She was not sure what to do any more. She had made some friends but none of them had know completely about her past. She wanted to cry but could not.
"No I don't have anyone. Well I have plenty of people but none of them know about my past completely. They know my mom kick me out of the house and was sending me to one of Texas's finest mental Institutions. Dad would not let her. He thought that she was the crazy one. I been lying to him all the letter I wrote talked about having friends and being happy. I know but it was wrong but I could not let him know that it had come to what my chart says. SO I need to make sure he never finds out." She knew though she was not in the right state of mind to drive home though. She was just hoping that this doctor would not notice it either.
"So Dr. " She sat there for a minute. "What you say your name was again? I have to clean up all the blood and glass before he get home."
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 21, 2008 21:29:03 GMT -5
Carlisle worked away quietly while Elaine talked, allowing her to work out her own mind before interrupting her. By the time she had come to a halt, asking his name once more, he had already doused her arm with antiseptic over the fresh stitches and was beginning to bandage it up. It was in this part that he could afford to glanced up from what he was doing, even a well-practiced human doctor could bandage a laceration without having to focus their entire attention on it.
“Doctor Cullen,” he responded to Elaine’s question. “You can call me Carlisle, if you like.” He attempted to put her at ease with the familiarity of his tone as he kept the firm pressure upon the wound. His amber eyes searched her expression for a clue to what she really meant behind her blunt words.
“It’s good that you have a father that would go out on a limb for you like that,” he said, gently, finishing off the professional bandage. “You may be able to trust him more than you think. I know if one of my children came home with a problem, I would certainly listen to them and support them…”
His mind wandered to the conversations he had with Edward when he returned to the Cullen fold after feeding off humans and with Rosalie after her vengeful encounter with Royce in Rochester. A lot of parents simply wished that their children would share with them in times of crisis, but they were often not equipped to deal with the situation properly. He smiled at her again, this time a more open, friendly smile as he stood back from the bed.
“I know it’s difficult, though, and it’s completely your own decision. If you ever need someone impartial to talk to, though, you know where to find me. Now, you’re all sewn up, almost good as new. I wouldn’t recommend driving for another few hours, though, if you’re still light headed.”
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 21, 2008 21:47:04 GMT -5
Elaine looked at him and smiled. "So Carlisle thanks for everything. It just hard. I mean everything has went down hill in the past couple of years. I lost the man that I loved due to death. So much had happened."
She pulled herself up into a ball and looked at him. He had not her not to drive for a few hours and she was not going to walk home like this so she had not choice but to stay here. She pulled out a picture of Jason she always had with her. "I know that you looked at my charts and found out that I was well depressed and even well suicidal. This was not it though. I have a few friends that I talk to but not about this. Most kids would just turn and run if they found out about this. " She leaned her head down and cried. She then turned and looked at Carlisle.
"What would you do if your kids came to you depressed because they had a person they could not live with out die. Look at me I am all in black and love it. " She laid the picture so she could look at both it and him. She wanted here what he would do in a situation like this. She never talk to her dad so she knew it was going to be even more of a problem if she did.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 21, 2008 22:28:51 GMT -5
Carlisle’s eyes crinkled in sympathy as Elaine mentioned the death of a loved one. That would explain a lot. The mourning process was different in every human, but it was omnipresent throughout the race. The sad thing was that with the right help she probably wouldn’t have had to go through it alone, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. He shifted his position, consciously fidgeting to make himself appear more human, to add a little vulnerability to his façade and put her more at ease. He leant an arm casually over the surgical steel moveable trolley, opening up his posture even more. He knew that human love was often fickle, but if someone was torn away from another in the throes of new love - that would be just like him losing Esme, Edward losing Bella - except humans, at least, had the ability to grow, heal and move on.
“Kids can be cruel,” he told her, his tone even, calm and knowledgeable. In this situation he knew he was to be the one that knew what to do, the one that knew that everything would be alright. He slouched a little more in an attempt to look less imposing. “It’s just because they can’t understand yet…”
He trailed off as Elaine asked her question, remembering the pain of Edward travelling to Volterra to end his life when he thought Bella had ended her own. That had been terrifying, but it lack similarity in the fact the Edward was not a real teenager, he was old enough to know his old mind. That hadn’t stopped the pain that had torn through the Cullen family, though. He thought through his answer carefully, taking long, deep breaths.
“I would try to reassure them, support them, show them how much I loved them - there are more people out there to love and to love you, whether it’s in a different way or not. You’re important to a great number of people, everyone is. It’s difficult to hear and understand when all seems at a loss, but there’s always something or someone to live for, Elaine,” he paused, allowing it to sink in. “There’s nothing a parent or another loved one can do to heal the pain properly, but they do everything they possibly can to make it better somehow.”
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Post by Elaine Rhodes on Dec 21, 2008 23:10:29 GMT -5
Elaine listen to him as he talked. Elaine knew he was telling the truth. She then put her feet over the side of the bed. "Your right. I need to find someone to talk to. The problem would be finding that special person that could help me. I mean my dad I love him to death, the problem is that he is never home. He works all the time. So I could have not bothered coming in today. Well you know what would of happened your the doctor."
She held out her picture to him. "This is my ex. He was the one that is causing me all these cuts and pain." She went to stand up and leave. "How much is it going to cost. So I can go pay and get out of here. I spend to much time in them that it just creepy. Thanks for talking to me about this. I will come and look you up if I need someone to talk to. Dad is not the best one to ask and well my mom is not talking to me anymore. I thing it really my fault."
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