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    Animal I Have Become

    “Oh, thank you sir, I believe I'm just fine. I'll be just fine.” with these words she attempted to rise, but only got about an inch off the ground before she faltered. I caught her before she could fall.

    “I beg to differ” I said, smiling. She returned a beautiful smile back at me.

    “It may be a little more serious than I expected then, but I should be at home right now, my poor young sister has a cold” she hastily explained.

    “You're in no fit state to walk, my lady” I said, worried at how she kept trying to stand on her obviously broken leg.

    “Oh” she said, and winced as she incessantly attempted to walk.

    “It will be fine, I'm a doctor” I reassured her “Would you mind sitting still for a while so I may examine it?”

    She grimaced but nodded. I knelt down and felt the bone, I was certain I had distinctly heard a crack but I wanted to be sure.

    “Regrettably it is a break. I'll have to take you to my office to brace it” I told her.

    “Sir, would you escort me home first possibly? It isn't far and I would not leave my sister unattended for so long” she asked, and how could I possibly refuse?

    “Certainly…err?” I asked her name unnecessarily.

    “Esme” she said with a quick smile. "Esme Evenson"

    “Esme” I repeated. “Pretty name” I said. She smiled the smile that I was involuntarily committing to memory.

    I supported her effortlessly down the street and around the corner to her home. It was a narrow attached house with wooden steps leading to the door. The walls were a fading white, and despite being wedged in between two more cramped and unkempt houses or similar style, it was contrastingly neat, with plants decorating the entryway. I walked inside, and she hobbled in leaning on me, and tended to her sister Elena. Elena was very amiable and shared many of her sisters flattering features. Eventually I persuaded Esme to sit and rest while I tend to her sister, and she agreed only because she felt me more qualified. I waited while Esme said a quick goodbye to her sister. I tried not to hear, but inevitably I heard the conversation.

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