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"ANASTASIA VON BLYSSEN!" Her Grams called from downstairs, waking up the poor girl. "THERE'S A LOVELY DOCTOR COME TO SEE YOU!" Anastasia suddenly felt her stomach churn, realising who it probably was going to be, knowing her luck.

She hastily brushed through her hair and struggled to get herself changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater before walking downstairs, her grip heavy upon the railings to support her aching body. "She says she's caught the flu or something from school, yet she seems to be down really bad with it." Anastasia could hear her Grams explaining to whoever was at the door.

"How did you know to come here, how did you know she wasn't feeling alright?" Her Grams asked him, unknowing that Anastasia had just reached the bottom of the staircase, hobbling as she did so, trying to mask the pain on her face.

The lovely doctor that stood in the entryway was most certainly Doctor Cullen, to which it about knocked the wind out of Anastasia's chest. But it was then that she realised what Doctor Cullen would reply with and so she stared at him, mentally begging him to keep his mouth shut about it all.

His gaze met her pleading one as he quickly cleared his throat and tried to hide his now worried eyes. "My son, Edward, is in her grade at the high school and told me she wasn't in school for a while, her friend Isabella Swan was growing concerned, so I thought I should take a look, if that's alright with you both?"

Grams then must've realised Anastasia had arrived, so she quickly looked her over and didn't give her a moment to respond. "Yes, most definitely, Anastasia go sit down somewhere for the kind man."

Anastasia then grimaced as she realised she'd have to hobble herself over somewhere again, though she didn't blame her Grams, she didn't know after all. But then Carlisle suddenly walked towards her. "If you'd like me to carry you, I wouldn't mind, if you're ill we best not waste your energy, hm?" He offered.

She blinked for a moment before nodding. "Please."

Swiftly, he lifted her up into his arms as if she were no more than a feather, to which her grip suddenly tightened, to which he didn't seem to mind one bit, it was if he barely even bothered him, but as he moved to place her down upon the sofa, his bare hand brushed hers for a moment.

Ice. Cold.

She shivered for a moment, the abruptness of his freezing hands compared to the warm house was something she didn't expect, although, it was the middle of Winter and he was just outside, so she supposed it made some sense.

"I'll go and make some tea." Grams began to hurry towards the kitchen to busy herself.

"You didn't come because Bella was worried, did you?" Anastasia asked, though she believed to already know the answer.

"No." Carlisle sighed, also knowing that she knew of the fact. "Though I believe she is probably very worried about you, Miss Von Blyssen. I came, because I needed to ensure you'd heal quickly, and properly, your incident wasn't a little bruise or a mild concussion. But I believe you know this."

He frowned, checking her cuts and bruises hidden beneath her sweater to ensure her grandmother wouldn't know about the incident, thankfully, nothing was infected. "Thank you." She spoke quietly.

"I assure you, it's no trouble Miss Von Blyssen." He glanced towards the fire that was lit directly behind him and then shrugged off his blue sweater, leaving him in his regular white button up shirt he most likely wore to work that day, placing the navy piece of clothing onto the armchair beside him.

He suddenly then moved his hands towards her leg that certainly got the worst of the force from the van and began to try and feel the condition bone inside of it, trying to examine it as much as he could without any of the machinery they used nowadays.