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Post by Angela Weber on Dec 25, 2011 17:45:18 GMT -5
When Angela was in her room upstairs by herself when her mother and father had taken the twins out for a little trip, but Angela did not want to go, she opted to stay behind and get the house to all neat and tidy for when they came back with the twin.
Walking out of her bedroom door as she was heading towards down the stairs she then picked up one of her youngest brother’s toys, and that is when she stepped on the a little toy car that was on a step halfway down the stairs she then suddenly slipped and as she crashed onto the floor she then landed on her ankle a bit strangely. Great now, I have to go out, but I’ll get the house sort first, at least upstairs is down. Oh I need to leave a note for mum & Dad
As she got onto her feet she then scribbled a note on the paper that was right next to the phone and left her mum and dad a note to say she would be at the hospital, walking out of the house with a little limb. This young lady was very happy she really did not live that far from anywhere, after a few minutes walk she them made it to the hospital, and managed to check herself in she was then told to sit down in the waiting room and wait for the doctor to come.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 27, 2011 23:46:42 GMT -5
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The hospital was busier than usual, Carlisle’d been called in early on his shift to handle an emergency call. He had them in and out of the hospital in less than a couple hours before moving on to his office and going over a few of his patient’s files before receiving another call from the nurse’s desk that he had a patient waiting for him in room twenty-eight. He checked the chart for, a familiar name registering in his mind, and knocked lightly on the door before entering to see the young Weber girl sitting on the chair across from him.
“Good afternoon, Angela,” his low, yet melodic voice, filling the air as he moved closer and took a second look at the chart, "ankle giving you trouble?". According to the desk nurse the girl was in for what sounded like an ankle sprain, he listened silently to the various sounds in the hospital as he pulled a pair of latex gloves. Gently he placed his hands on her right ankle, pressing slightly against the soft human tissue, the sensation of holding back his strength was second nature to him. He barely felt the difference between the hard vampire skin and that of a humans. Looking up from her feet to her face he smiled a bit. “How does this feel?” It was a routine question, on the chart was written which one was likely injured.
He never trusted what the human nurses wrote until he tested their judgement. The human capacity for error was something he’d grown very used to. Over the course of the last two hundred years he’d spent his time around so many different kinds of injuries and diseases that he’d become aware of the various forms each and every one could take in response to a different action or cure. Letting go of her right ankle he placed his hands on her left in a similar fashion and gave her eye contact with his golden irises. “How about this?”
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Post by Angela Weber on Dec 29, 2011 15:21:27 GMT -5
As her chocolate brown eyes spotted Dr. Cullen coming into her room she had been sent to by one of the nurse. Even though her ankle was bothering her this young lady hardly ever complained about anything.
Hi Doctor Cullen. Yeah I was tiding up and slipped on one of my brother’s toys.
[/color][/size] her words where quiet because this young girl really did not like to complain about anything. Feeling his hand on her right ankle as he did things to her ankle the only show of her pain was through her facial expressions. Most of the time when Angela was feeling unwell she always gave herself a lovely warm drink with some cold medicine in, she would try her best not to visit the hospital if she could help it. Out of nowhere Angela suddenly gave a little scream when Carlisle turns her right ankle the other way. That way hurts, but I really do not want to take up any of your time.[/color][/size] she then a smile cross her face it was very true Angela was so nice she really did care about everyone else rather than getting herself checked over. This beautiful young lady just wanted to get herself back home and carrying on tiding up the downstairs of her house. So any idea how long it is before I am able to finish of my house cleaning?[/color][/size] As soon as she had finished speaking she rested her back against the back of the chair she had been sitting since the start for the meeting. [/center] |
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Jan 4, 2012 16:24:43 GMT -5
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Rising from his seat Carlisle moved to the other side of the room and picked up a roll of bandage. He unraveled what he felt was necessary and once again picked up her chart to jot down his own diagnosis of the injury. Her reaction was more than he'd expected though he was sure it wasn't a break. Furrowing his brow slightly he turned around to face Angela once more and smiled warmly. He did not wish to cause her stress, made aware that she was stressed as it was.
"Well, Angela, your ankle should be fine, however you did twist it. I'd suggest you stay off it for a while." He explained to her in the calmest, most comforting fashion he could and began to wrap the bandage gently around her ankle, making sure to get it as secure but not restrictive to the point of being immobile. Giving himself and estimate of time he inhaled a breath and jotted down another note or two. "I think you'll have to leave the rest of the cleaning to your parents, I don't want you on that ankle. It might get worse."
His tone was a bit more serious but exceptionally genuine with care. He saw no need to write any prescriptions but he did make note that her parents should be informed. A brief moment passed and he turned to look at her and then at her ankle, school coming to his mind. "Would you like anything for your ankle? You'll be able to go to school, but I suggest keeping walking at a minimum." She seemed determined to stay active and that worried him.
He'd seen similar injuries in the past made worse by hard driven personalities but from what he read of her file she sounded fairly responsive to treatment, rarely visiting the hospital. He nodded slightly as he scanned her paperwork once more. "Looks to me like you're very good at keeping yourself healthy, Angela, it's been quite some time since your last visit. What's your secret?" He joked a bit, attempting to alleviate the stress.
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