Holidays at the Hospital

[Alice Cullen]

It was always hard to catch someone at the Cullen household. Alice was used to not seeing everyone at once unless it was late night and Carlisle hadn't taken the night shift. It had been a while since she'd gotten to see her dear old dad so she'd migrated her way to the hospital to drop in and say hello.

She did have an ulterior motive however. With the holidays coming up she was still trying to think of a few last minute gifts for everyone and she hadn't figured out what to get Carlisle.

Though he never really needed a break from treating the living Alice had a feeling his 'break' was coming soon or already being used. She made her way to his office and knocked on the door should he already be in his lair. 'Carlisle having a lair...'she'd have to remember that one she thought with a laugh.

[Carlisle Cullen]

Carlisle expertly stitched closed a small cut on the man's forehead, his hands moving the needle around as quick as a hummingbird beats his wings.
"Now, Mr.Bartley, can you please refrain from falling over. I'm getting quite tired of stitching you up." He smiled as he finished the stitching/ John Bartley was a quiet drunk, the kind who went home, fell over, came to Hospital. Carlisle didn't mind them at all.

After finishing the injury, he made his way to his office. It was clean, pristine, spotless. He preferred it that way. He had a few sheets of paperwork to do, and they really needed doing.
As he sat down to tick a few boxes, a knock came at the door.
Setting down his pen, he pleasantly said
"Come in, Alice."