"Well, well. Who do we have here?"

A slight smile lit up his face. Carlisle moved closer to the patient, leaning forward slightly to conduct a couple of small examinations. The man smiled more affably, so as not to scare or worse. He clicked the pen, turning on the flashlight. And pointing it at her eye, Cullen sighed.

"Okay, look at the finger," Carlisle said in a calm, monotonous voice.