A Prescription for Love

Chapter Two

New Story: This is different from the norm. In all of the stories that I've read or that I've seen, all of the characters are disgustingly perfect unless they are written with very clear flaws. This story is about love (um, duh! Look who's writing it. I'm the queen of romance), and finding it in the least likely place with the least likely person.

Now, this story is based in a hospital. My medical training comes from...WebMD. I'm not a doctor, nor do I claim to be. I'm a music teacher who has a wild imagination and a penchant for all things Twilight. Which brings me to my disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. If was, I'd be rolling in the dough from her insane imagination that gave us Bella and Edward. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Two

EPOV

"So this is it," I said as I heaved my bag over my shoulder.

"Yep," Tanya replied. "Good luck, Edward. Despite the past few years, it's been good."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Be happy, Tan."

"You, too. After dealing with my crazy, you deserve it," she laughed. "Look, I know that we're divorced and all, but can I at least get a hug?"

"Definitely," I said as I pulled her into my arms. She patted my back and unlike before, I felt nothing when she touched me. There would have been a point in time where her touch would have lit a fire in my belly and I had to HAVE her. Now, it's like hugging my sister. Except, not. You know? "I'll send you a text when I get into Chicago, Tan. Even though we're no longer a couple, I know you'll worry."

"This is true," she snorted. With one more squeeze, she let me go and wiped her tears. My ex-wife was undeniably gorgeous, but we fell out of love. No drama. No huge fights. One day, we woke up and we were different people. We wanted different things and now, after two years of separation, we were finally divorced and I was moving on with my life in Chicago. Tanya was staying in Seattle where her plastic surgery practice was located. "I still love you, Edward. I always will."

"Me, too, Tan. We just want different things," I sighed. "Anyhow, I've got to go. My flight is leaving in an hour." She nodded and we hugged one more time before I left our condo in downtown Seattle. I hopped into a waiting cab and was driven SeaTac. I barely got through security before I had to sprint to my gate to catch my flight to Chicago. I just made it to the flight, crashing into my seat in first class. Before the doors closed, I sent a text to my brother, Jasper.

On the plane. Please say that you remembered that you're picking me up! –E

Yes, big brother! God, take a chill pill. You worry too much – J

What time do you come in again? – J

I knew you'd forget, Jasper Whitlock Cullen! My flight gets in at 4:10 at O'Hare, moron – E

Got it. That's the airport off of I-55, right? – J

Forget it. I'm calling dad – E

I dialed my father's number and waited for him to pick up. He was the chief of surgery at Cook County Hospital. I knew he didn't have any cases today unless they were emergency situations. He picked up right away. "Dr. Carlisle Cullen," he said professionally.

"Dad, it's me," I sighed.

"Did Jasper forget?" he chuckled.

"Yes. Can you pick me up?"

"If I'm not in surgery, yes, I will," he snorted. "Oh, your brother. I love him, but he's a few cards short of a deck."

"This is why he's a history major. He lives in the past. Not the present," I joked. One of the flight attendants glared at me, pointing at my phone. "Look Dad, I've got to go. My flight arrives at 4:10 at O'Hare."