Dopamine High (Carlisle Cullen)

Eight

Lorelai sighed peacefully, snuggled beneath a thick, fuzzy blanket in the living room recliner, Macbeth in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. Her legs were thrown over one arm of her seat, her toes pointed towards the parted blinds as she enjoyed the evening sun, however little there may be, as she waited for her brother and niece to get home.

She still had errands to run, dinner to prep, and little tasks to do around the house, but Lorelai couldn't help, but to be a tad gluttonous with her day off from the hospital. At first, she'd been a little stressed at the idea, with how hectic it had been, according to Judy it was hardly ever that busy, there was even a little joke going around about her being a jinx.
She was 'assured' by Kate that even though she was a jinx, everyone still liked her and Dr. Cullen was the defense from her bad luck, saving lives at every turn.

He was like a Godsend at the hospital, a hero.

Lorelai had to agree that he was.

Lorelai placed her book down at the thought of the doctor and took another sip of her tea, the last time she had seen him his eyes were still pitch black, and she often wondered what it was that did that. He dressed in similarly colored clothes every day at the hospital, white's, soft blues, and occasionally a rich brown. He didn't seem to be losing his vision. Nothing was pointing at the odd change in his eyes, and no one else had seemed to have noticed.

Much like Edward.

Lorelai had, embarrassingly, only just realized that Edward's eyes were just the same. A golden color that eventually melted into an inky pit of black, it was rare that his eyes had gotten so dark, they usually reached dark brown, and then one day he would arrive and - poof - gold!

Lorelai couldn't shake off the feeling that there wasn't a legitimate excuse for this, or at least not one she had studied or heard of, then again, when studying medicine you learned new things every day. A high-pitched ringing broke through the silence of the living room and Lorelai jumped, staring down at her phone. It was her 4 o'clock alarm.

"Time to get moving then," She muttered to herself, tossing off her blanket to get dressed.

Once she was dressed down in a pair of dark blue jeans, a white turtle-neck, and dark brown, knee-high boots she hurried to her car to run errands before Charlie got home. Water bottle in one hand and purse in the other Lorelai got into the driver's seat and adjusted her mirrors, she had taken Charlie and Bella to dinner the prior night and Charlie had insisted he drive, messing with her mirrors and all sorts of trouble.

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"Yes, Charlie?" Lorelai answered her phone on the second ring, flicking through a few magazines that rested on a little stand outside of a booth on the corner of the street, "Where are you?" He sounded worried and Lorelai smiled a little, "I'm somewhere between the house and Seattle, why?"

Charlie inhaled a sharp breath, "Seattle?" This made Lorelai's brows scrunch together, he sounded too worried, "I just left, I'm in Port Angeles, why? What's wrong?" She murmured, setting a magazine neatly back in its spot, she continued walking down the sidewalk. Charlie exhaled a grateful breath, "You need to stay out of Seattle for a bit, haven't you seen the news? Read the papers?"

"Am I a retired housewife? No, Charlie, I haven't, what's going on in Seattle?" A few strangers shot her odd looks but averted their gazes when she looked right back at them. "There are a lot more murders going on, right now. Sixteen in the last two weeks." Charlie sounded like he was talking to a child when he spoke to her and Lorelai's eyes flashed, she didn't like that. Not at all.

"You could have said that less condescendingly." She warned him, but she sighed after a moment, "I'll stay out of Seattle, I'm just going to pick up a few loose ends here and I'll be on my way. You can order pizza." She apologized, and Charlie let out a gruff laugh. "You sound like Mom."