Thread: /Decode me/ Shori and YukiBlue

Carlisle threw open the doors before him and strutted into the hospital room with a air of confidence and reassurance around him. Brushing a pale hand through his yellow blond hair, he stopped and looked at those around him. He couldn't help the feeling of pity that filled him as his eyes landed on the sick and injured humans that were being attended to or just waited to be attended to. All of them seemed so frail in comparison to himself. Just one single ill fated step and their lives could be snuffed out forever. But things were different for him. He would not die and he would not grow old. Why do you ask? Because it was harder to kill a person that has already died once before. Yes, he could die, but the possibility of this was almost non-existent. He was to live forever with his immortal self. Though this wasn't a completely horrible prospect, the thought of being alone for that long was almost daunting. Turning his attention back to what he was suppose to be doing, Carlisle flashed a brief smile to those he passed as he made his way to the nurses station and picked up his own file of patients. Scanning through all of the paper work swiftly, yet at a human rate, Carlisle snapped the file shut and couldn't help but feel a little relieved. But this relief wasn't because he didn't want to work. It was because their were so few people that need his attention. Though he did find humans frail, he also found that he felt compassion for them. Then again, it was hard to find anything that he didn't feel compassion for. But this was mainly because his compassion was heightened after he had became what he was now. Either way, the lease people needed the attention of a doctor, the better. Or, at least that's how he felt. Deciding to attend to the one that needed his attention most, Carlisle tucking the file in between his arm and his body and turned to a nurse and cleared his throat to get her attention. Once he had it, he unconsciously flashed her a kindly smile and said, Will you get me Mr. Jamesin please? He couldn't help but noticed the slight blush that came to her face as she nodded her head swiftly and ran off to do his bidding. He didn't believe that she would have reacted in such a way if she knew what he truly was, but he would make sure that no one would find out that bit of information. It was his greatest secret and he would held if forever. Slipping his file back into place, Carlisle waited for the nurses return, but he didn't have to wait to long. With in moments, the nurse had returned to him, pushing the over-sized man that was to be his patient in his own wheelchair. Looking his patient over with swift critical golden eyes and using the humans own scent against him, Carlisle quickly took notice of everything about the person before him. Though the file had told him everything he had need to know about the man, he didn't need it to tell him what was wrong with the man before him. His breath was labored and his skin was slowly starting to turn a purple color from lack of breath. He could sense the blood pumping at a unnatural speed with in the mans body as it rushed to try and get more oxygen to parts of his body and failed. The file had said that he was having a allergic reaction, but Carlisle knew better by this point. This isn't a extreme allergic reaction! His throat is filled and clogged with mucus! Alarm flashed in his eyes as he pushed the nurse to the side as gently as possible and rushed the patient into the nearest room. Though he could see that it was already occupied, his patient was what was important at the moment. Excuse me, was the only thing that Carlisle said as he pushed his patient to a unoccupied area of the room and rushed over to a table with various tools upon it. Swiftly picking up a empty syringe and a large hollow needle, Carlisle attached the needle to the syringe and pulled the pump out of the syringe. Returning to his patient with tools in hand, Carlisle pulled his patients clothing away from his throat and thrust the needle deep into a safe place of the human's throat. Almost instantly a cross between mucus and blood started to flood out of the small hole that the needle had created. Thinking fast, Carlisle took of his doctor's coat and threw it over the lap of the man to catch the blood and mucus. Though human blood would have driven anyone else of his kind crazy, it didn't seem to bother Carlisle at all as he watched and waited for the blood to be free of mucus. Deciding to turn his attention to the others that he had disturbed, without looking away from his patient, Carlisle finally realized who's room he had barged into. Frances. He could recognize that feminine scent anywhere and there was no doubt in his mind that it was the one that had just as big of a secret as him. Frances, I need a type AB blood transfusion now! Will you help me please? Carlisle said as he continued to watch his patient with unwavering golden eyes. Depending upon how much blood the man lost, while he tried to get the mucus out of the man's throat, he didn't know if he would need it, but he would rather be safe then sorry. He felt sorry for interrupting Frances' work, but he had a feeling that he could truest the young woman to help him.