You reached out your hand, and your father, noticing it, immediately became worried. He left his shift early and took you to the hospital to see his friend, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You knew he wasn’t just an excellent doctor. He was… special. And there was something between you that Charlie didn’t even suspect.

— “I heard the Chief’s daughter was here?” — Carlisle entered with a slight smile, adjusting his white coat. But when he saw you, his expression grew more serious. His gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual.

— “I’ll examine her myself, Charlie. Don’t worry,” — he said calmly, patting your father on the shoulder and taking your chart.

Once the door closed behind Charlie, Carlisle stepped closer to you. He examined your hand quickly and confidently, yet there was a gentleness in his touch. He ran his fingers along your cheek, and his eyes softened.

— “You’re not taking care of yourself again… Or were you just missing me?” — he asked quietly, leaning in closer. His hands rested on either side of you, as if he didn’t want to let go.

— “But don’t worry,” — he said, gently pinching your chin, — “you’re going to be fine.”