"Forgive me," Carlisle starts. "But since I don't know who might be in the infirmary right now, I don't want to take a chance of not quarantining you."
care of Police Chief Charles Swan
I am writing to you about a number of subjects of utmost import, but all revolves around one gargantuan fact. Namely, that Edward has asked for your hand in marriage, and you have - in your silence and indecision - placed the entirety of my family at your mercy. You call us together to stand alongside you against the wishes of a member of our own family and yet you presume to dictate to us that marriage is somehow more burdensome than the life we live every second of our existence.
I do not deny you your freedom of choice. I do not hesitate to note your youth, or lack of experience in life when it comes to decisions which will irrevocably alter your charted course through it. But please, I beg you, understand this. I have defamed my once-sacrosanct belief about the necessity to protect all life - for you. Because I believed you were the only way to keep my family safe. And now you risk it. Again. This is an incredible insult to not only myself, but my family as a whole. It is the value that I place upon Edward's love for you only that I even deign to explain this to you as you have demonstrated the need to do.
Do not attempt to address me in person about this. At least, not yet. If you feel the need to respond, do so via Milliways. I will not entertain any intercession from Edward on the topic at this juncture.
I will still uphold my word as given previously. I no longer do so willingly.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen, M.D.
Well. Not entirely - Carlisle assumes Edward is with Bella, at present. But Esme has been keeping herself occupied by forgiving Carlisle his self-imposed exclusion from events for the past little while. (Alice continues to regularly stop by his again-office to make sure he's 'not boring himself'.)
He thinks the flicker of movement at his open door is Alice.
But the hair is too blonde.
Milliways wasn't having it anymore; Carlisle was taken as soon as he sat down in the driver's seat of his car and found himself in the bar's garage.
Carlisle walks up the stairs from the garage onto the main level of Milliways. Might as well check in at the infirmary. Do something useful.
It does not effect Carlisle as he walks from the classroom where he has been teaching night courses in Anatomy and Physiology at the community college back to his car.
(He didn't see the student trying to catch him in the hallway to ask a question about the homework. Carlisle hasn't been all that observant of late.)
It all started out so well.
"I look at my...son.
I burned the used gauze and blood trail; I listened to those trying to talk Jasper down and calm him - he was projecting like a madman and I felt his grief at the lack of control in my chest. Even my wife could not bear it, and I could not go to her.
"Tonight is exactly the kind of thing
It did not work and I know it.
"Stop that, please."
Carlisle smiles up at the ceiling, leaving his fingers entwined in peaks of brownish hair, its owner leaning back against Carlisle's ribs. "Stop what?"
"Stop thinking I am perfect. It's not necessary," and Carlisle adds what he hazards Edward's belief to be. That he thinks it is not true.
"I am entitled to my opinion, my Edward. You are still learning." Though you appear to be quite adept as certain new skill sets. I will have to work to keep up with you. Edward sits up at that, full speed, twisting to look straight at Carlisle watching him with an amused kind of expression - as though Carlisle expected it all.
What? Carlisle asks.
"I'm...simply surprised to hear you mention anything of that kind. You are not normally so deciphered."
Quietly, "Are you complaining?"
It is here that Edward leans forward. Hands drawn to muscles, pectoralis major and Edward's mouth curves up in an imperfect parethetical around his nose. Gold to gold, Edward's fingers curl to drag a few nails over Carlisle's skin.
Carlisle...isn't so much, so he'd told Esme that he'd go to the medical conference, present his paper, and drive right back. "I know it's a little late notice, but the hospital found my research notes and had me write up a paper, and then they said that they could get some funding if it were presented this weekend. I'll be back quickly."
Bella is asleep the next time Carlisle checks on her that afternoon, so Carlisle heads back to his office to catch up on paperwork.
Carlisle doesn't succeed. He didn't expect to.
But the cell phone in his pocket buzzes and Carlisle reaches for it automatically, flipping it open.
As they travel, Carlisle keeps up with the rest of his family as best as he can and as much as is safe.
From: 360-227-4753 (Carlisle)
Even if Carlisle has started to see things.
She appears the first few times just for a second. A girl with unmistakable bright blue eyes and golden-white braids in a grey hoodie in the walkway at the hospital watching him when he has a crisis to deal with and can't stop to think about it. Watching him solemnly, and when he looks up, he sees her just in time for someone to pass in front of her and she's gone with inhuman speed.
It's even gone so far as to walk outside the ambulance bay, swearing he saw a flash of blond and fleece he recognized.
Long day, he surmises. Time to hang up the lab coat in the office and clock out.
Carlisle has been quiet in the meantime, but he comes home from a shift after the children are home from school and waits until dusk to ask Edward to come for a run with him.