CPOV

Today was the day we welcomed the new interns. I usually don't look forward to it, and today was no different.

I parked in the Attendings parking garage, and went into the staff lounge to put my things away. This was my third year at Dartmouth-Hitchcock hospital. And I was the Emergency Departments trauma surgeon.

I changed into my scrubs, and went onto the floor. As I'm walking toward ER to meet the new interns. It hit me. I smell a scent. A human scent. One I thought I'd never smell again in a million years, but would never forget for the rest of eternity. Surely, she could not be here. Though given her proclivity, for injury, it's not a surprise to smell it in and ER, but here? What was she doing in New Hampshire.

I walked past each trauma exam room, but I don't see her. But I know I am not hallucinating it. So, I go to the trauma desk. I look at the board. Her name is not listed. So, I shake it off.

As the new trauma interns begin to file in, I smell it again. I look among the faces, but I don't see her. I take a deep breath and begin my introduction.

"Good Morning, I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and I am your senior Trauma Attending. Welcome to your first day of hell. You will be on a 36-hour rotation and two will be assigned to each resident." I say this without looking up from my tablet.

Once I look up, I look directly in the smiling face of one Isabella Swan.