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You know what the Cullens are. They don't know you know, and you're going to keep it that way, but you know.
Your family had lived in Forks since the 1880s when the settlers really started pouring in. You can't imagine living anywhere else, despite the dreariness that Forks near year-round rain brings.
Though there are many families that have been here since its founding and the Quileutes are no stranger to the stories of the cold ones, it seems that your family are the only humans that know that vampires and werewolves are very real, and are located in Forks.
You're not sure how your family knows. There's rumors amongst your own walls that your great grandmother fell in love with a wolf, who in turn told her about his kind and his natural enemies-- which happened and happen to be the Cullens.
You're not overly interested in their existence. Maybe it's because you've known about them since you were born, or maybe there's something wrong with you. Either way, you interact with them like everyone else.
So, that's why you're at Doctor Carlisle Cullen's office today. He may be a vampire, but he's a damn good doctor— and you're tired of being sick.
"Hello, (Y/N)," his smooth voice greets as he walks in. You smile at him, unable to keep your heart steady. You know your reaction to him and his kind is normal and he's undoubtedly used to it, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing.
"Good morning," you reply, your voice unattractively scratchy.
"What seems to be the problem?" he questions, getting out his chart.
"I'm really tired of being sick," you answer honestly. "Not sure what's wrong. Feels like a cold, but it's gone on for far too long to be one."
"Hmm," he muses, setting the clipboard down and starting a routine checkup. You wait patiently as he works, doing as he says.
"Well, from what I can tell, it is in fact just a long cold," he concludes. You frown. "Some things that can prolong a cold is lack of sleep, increase of stress, you're low on fluids, or you're taking the wrong medication."
A lightbulb goes off, and you laugh. He looks up at you, a confused smile on his face.
"I've been so preoccupied with studying for finals, I can tell you I've been doing three out of the four of those," you admit, feeling silly. "I'm sorry I wasted your time."
"Don't be sorry," he assures, waving off your apology. "It's what I'm here for."
"I'm still sorry."
"It's okay, (Y/N). Truly." You let out a struggling breath and nod to yourself.
