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Titled: It's Okay
Female Reader!
[fluff?]
Carlisle moved again. Trying to find a better lifestyle, the last place got too sunny.
Now being in New York in the winter time for now until he figures out a better place, other than going to the freezing places.
He's been exhausted, just wanting a better life, or what ever he can get being what he is.
"Doctor!? Is anyone a doctor?!" A woman shouted, desperately on the look out.
Her face was in a frantic expression.
"My brother! Please!" She cries out, hovering over a teenage boy on the ground obviously turning blue. Carlisle's eyes widen, looking around to see if anyone was going to help, instead people stared.
They crowded but did nothing but help shout for a doctor. He was just moving into his apartment.
He wasn't expecting to already be putting his skills to use by being a doctor. He was still trying to find an office to build into his own.
But of course he quickly raises a hand half way, moving fast through the crowd.
"I'm a doctor!" He gets to the ground with the boy and woman, immediately getting hit with a strong smell of blood.
His nostrils flair but he tries to push the feeling back.
"What-" He clears his throat. "What happened?" He needs to know before he does anything.
"He- I um, I'm sorry I don't know. I walked away and came back to him struggling to breathe." The woman tries to calm herself, hiccuping as tears fell down her face.
Not even noticing the fact that the man in front of her was struggling to contain himself around her blood.
"Okay," He lays his head down on the boys chest, still hearing a faint heart beat.
Carlisle didn't need to do that but if anyone was watching and knew what he was doing it was necessary.
He breathes out heavily, starting to push down on the boys chest, his one hand in a slight fist and the other laid on top.
Doing it for a while before pinching his nose and blowing air into his mouth.
Repetitively doing it until the boy gasps for air, coughing roughly.
Moaning from the pain in his chest.
Carlisle stands up, letting the lady hug her brother.
The crowd cheers, calling Carlisle a hero as the lady cries, cradling the teenager. The wind hits them and her hair flows out causing the young man to smell it stronger.
His nose burns in agony. It's becoming too hard to resist and as the lady turns to thank him he's already disappeared.
He rushes up to his apartment, opening the door like a mad man, slamming it right behind him as well. He grabs the wall, confused on what just happened.
Not understanding the pain he just went through.
Blood has always been a constant battle to fight off, not wanting to put humans in pain.
This.
This was different.
It was like her blood was special. Her blood hurt him in a good way.
The smell was so enticing.
He needed it. But he couldn't it's wrong. It's against his morals.
He knew if he started drinking he wouldn't be able to stop. He'd kill her just for a taste. He stiffens at the thought, he shakes his head, trying to stop it.
