Carlisle went back to work when Esme told him to do so, and the day after that, and the months after that. It helped to have a rhythm back in his life.
There was just no melody to it, so the feeling of incompleteness remained and never faltered.
"How's Esme?" one of his coworkers asked. Carlisle had forgotten the man's name as he was relatively new to the hospital. It occurs to him that it's possible he never bothered to learn it.
"She's well." Noncommittal and not sounding particularly open to conversation.
The doctor doesn't take the hint. "Are you going to the play opening tonight? A handful of tickets are still available from the head of the department since his daughter is in it." Carlisle can't miss the mumbled, "...and you should probably get out more" which follows the suggestion.
A few hours later, Carlisle is walking through the front door to their house.
There was just no melody to it, so the feeling of incompleteness remained and never faltered.
"How's Esme?" one of his coworkers asked. Carlisle had forgotten the man's name as he was relatively new to the hospital. It occurs to him that it's possible he never bothered to learn it.
"She's well." Noncommittal and not sounding particularly open to conversation.
The doctor doesn't take the hint. "Are you going to the play opening tonight? A handful of tickets are still available from the head of the department since his daughter is in it." Carlisle can't miss the mumbled, "...and you should probably get out more" which follows the suggestion.
A few hours later, Carlisle is walking through the front door to their house.
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