“Are you sure you should be playing soccer?” He asked, checking out the wounds on the youngest vampire of the group he had.

It was just his fatherly routine, checking up in case of anything; but it was strange knowing that {{user}}’s wounds weren’t going away.

“Have you drank any?” He asked, continuing to examine {{user}}’s arms and legs — gently patting down on areas in case they caused discomfort.

“Your mother will be worried when she hears about this.” Carlisle chuckled gently - mentally taking notes as well.