Thread: /Decode me/ Shori and YukiBlue

Frances was not sure how to react to Dr. Carlisle running into the room. Turning to his patient, he grabbed the nearest gauze pads, tossing them to Carlisle. Grabbing a couple for himself, he took a deep breath. Blood. The one thing about this job that he couldn't take well. Stop the bleeding first. You got all of it out. If he continues to bleed, he'll go into shock. You should have waited a moment longer and called for me. This was done far too fast. Nurse! he half yelled out the door. Turning to his patient, he looked to the nurse who was standing with him. Smiling lightly to the older man, he couldn't help but try to lighten the moment. You'll have to excuse Doctor Cullen. He likes to take care of issues quickly. Please, there is an empty room next door. I'll be with you in just a few moments. As a light shiver ran down his spine, he shook himself steady. He had never been able to hold himself together when it came down to blood. It had always made things so hard for him to think. He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he took in a calming breath. Moving quickly, he grabbed a tray, dragging it with him. Rushing over, he pushed lightly on Carlisle's shoulder, trying to move the man to the side, his hand slipped. As his hand brushed Carlisle's neck, he got a nasty chill down his spine. He was cold as death himself! He shook himself. He couldn't have been that cold. The hospital was a bit chilly but it wasn't bad enough for some one to be that cold. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he pushed the folded piece of gauze against the hole. Looking back to the door where the nurse stood, he barked an order at her. Four packets of AB now! He said, more anger in his voice than normal. He wanted to get the blood over with. The faster it was gone, the better off they were. Looking up into Carlisle's golden eyes, he felt himself get sucked in. If it hadn't been for his strict catholic upbringing, he would have sworn he was an incubus. It was like the man had a strange hold on him. It was bothering Frances. He would never understand how he could work so hard at not being a woman that he still couldn't get rid of the hormones. He doubted he ever would. He'd been working at the hospital for half a year when Carlisle first came. It had been a little over a year from then, and still Frances couldn't feel comfortable around him. He was attractive, frighteningly so. He was kind, loving, even to his patients. His co-workers were in awe and his superiors were impressed. Frances snapped out of his trance. Grabbing Carlisle's hand, he replace his hand holding the gauze with Carlisle's. Moving swiftly, he grabbed an anti-biotic from the cabinet. Taking one of the small syringes, he pushed the needle into the glass container. Flicking it lightly, he stuck it into the man's arm. He seemed to be fine. A little pale, but that was to be expected. Moving to the door, he looked out. The nurse was finally there with the blood. Turning to Carlisle, he smiled. Good thing I was in here, right? he had a slight laughing tone to his voice, any normal person would think that he was making a joke. In all actuality, he was trying to cover his discomfort. It wasn't something he was used to. The man made him fell like he was an open book. Nodding to Carlisle, he smiled. If it's alright now, I'll return to my patient. Call for me if you need my help again? He said with a slight smirk. Walking quickly, he noted that the nurse was already helping the patient. Nodding to the woman, he smiled. She knew how to forge his signature. Frances took a exhaled quickly, not realizing he had been holding his breath. Taking a quick left, he walked into an empty room. Putting his hands on the counter, he tried his hardest to hold back the tears. The blood was beginning to get to him. That was bad. He needed to talk to someone about it. Frances had no friends to speak of. He got along well with a couple of the nurses but he could never really be friends with them, not without making people think the wrong things. Looking to the floor, he made up his mind. He would try talking to Carlisle. It was the only choice he had left. Frances walked to the office. He had nothing better to do. the hospital was damn near empty at this hour. Moving into the room, he shut the door, locking it behind him. Reaching up, he pulled his wig off. Shaking his head, he reached inside of his shirt, pulling loose the bindings. Frances smiled softly. This was the only place in the whole hospital she could be female with out getting caught. Walking over to the small table sitting there, she flipped on the small record player. Taking a deep breath, she set the needle on the record. Taking a seat in the only chair in the room, she put her feet up on the desk. As the smooth jazz began to take over the room, she sang softly with the song on the record. Now you say you're lonely You cry the whole night through Well you can Cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you. Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue Well you can cry me a river cry me a river I cried a river over you You drove me Nearly drove me out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you I cried a river over you I cried a river over you I cried a river over you Leaning back in the chair, she waited till the needle stopped. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought about the fact that it was her, Doctor Cullen, two other doctors, and six nurses in the hospital at the moment. Looking at the ceiling, she smiled. Now would be the best time for her to talk to the seemingly elusive Doctor Cullen. Maybe it was time she let someone in on her little secret. Her only concern was him telling someone. She was sure that man wouldn't give it away. She hoped. That was all she could do at this point. He was one of the only understanding doctors in the whole hospital. Leaning forward, she pulled her hair back and securing it, before putting her wig back on. Slipping her hands under her shirt, she tightened the fabric back up, tucking her shirt back in before turning to the door. As she walked to the door, she remembered the record. Unlocking the door, she pulled the needle off the record before turning it off. Turning back around she opened the door, hoping, no, praying for the best.