A/N: ok. So a lot of you wanted to know how Edward is 17 when he hit his head when he was little, so here's a flashback in Carlisle's POV. So here it is. Oh. Don't forget to read and REVIEW.

Carlisle POV:

I was sitting at home, enjoying my peaceful dark, dreary day, while reading my newest medical book. Suddenly I was called to come down to the hospital. I instantly dropped my book and headed for my brand new firey red Mercedes.

When I arrived at the hospital, three of my fellow doctors surrounded a bed where a child lay. The boy's hair was almost a rustish color. He had unusually pale skin for a human, but it might have just been because he was had lost so much blood. He was checked in under the name Edward Manson. Apparently he fell out of a tree and landed on his head.

I brushed the other doctors aside as I made my way to where I could get a good look at this boy. He looked so helpless just laying there. I gently pulled off the bandages that had already been wrapped around his head so I could get a better look at the damage. The blood had already been wiped away from his forehead, but I wanted to get a better look at the cuts.

"Looks like he landed pretty hard." I said to my assistants. "He might not survive this." I had the boy wheeled into the x-ray room so I could get some shots of his skull. Things weren't looking very bright for Edward Manson.

I stepped out into the hall to inform Edward's parents that he was in a coma. His mother instantly started sobbing into her husbands shoulder, while he patted her on the back with a distant look on his weary face. "I'm so sorry." I said. I absolutely hated informing any parents that their child might not live much longer.

I thought of Esme back home with Alice, Emmett, and Rosilie. Even though they weren't truly my family, and they were all grown, I couldn't imagine loosing one of them.

Days past. Then weeks. Then almost a month before Edward awoke from his coma. And once again I had to be the bearer-of-bad-news. Edward's parents had died in a tragic car accident the week before, leaving him with no known realatives or legal guardians. He was an orphan.

After I broke the news to him, he would sit in the bed staring into space. He never asked for anything, and never complained. Many of the nurses and doctors that attended to him thought he was a little angel, but I think he was just in a state of shock after loosing both parents.

Finally Edward was fully recovered, physically that is. He was still quiet, yet polite. When I told him that he would need to leave the hospital soon, he simply nodded. I for some reason felt a strong connection with him. I wanted to be able to help him throughout his troubled life.

The day in which he was to be sent to a local orphanage was creeping closer. An idea formed in my head. I went about my days as normal, but when I got home each evening, my mind started concocting ways to get Edward's and my family's approval on adopting Edward. It was a brilliant idea if I do say so myself.

When Edward's leaving day rolled around, I waited by the doors of the hospital to bid him farewell. He wore a slightly too small shirt with a pair of high-water kahakies. He looked the part of an orphan perfectly. "Goodbye Edward. I'll be seeing you soon." I whispered in his ear as he turned to leave. He gave me a confused look, waved goodbye, then hopped into the cab.

I dashed back inside to call Esme. She was already at the orphanage, just waiting for the go. She was led into the tall, brick building by a plump woman in her late forties. She met all of the children, but said that she didn't want to adopt them, when suddenly, Edward pulled up and stepped out of the cab. Fifteen minutes later Edward became a Cullen.

We loved and cared for Edward the best we could. Although it managed to pull it off. That is, until Jasper joined us. He was young and stupid. He honestly wanted to change his ways, but was having a very rough time with it. I always made sure to keep an eye on him.

Just when I thought Jasper was making a breakthrough, he sneakily bit Edward. The strange thing was though, once vampires are changed, they do not age. Edward was the exception. He was bitten when he was fifteen. But he continued to age for two more years. It was like nothing I've ever seen before! So by the time he stopped getting older, he was fairly used to being a vampire and not killing people.

Everyone has always loved and nurtured Edward, but sometimes he still seems to be in a daze. I feel so useless when that happens because, unlike him, I'm unable to read people's minds. Therefore, I have no earthly idea what to say to comfort him.

Once when he was still human I went into ohis bedroom while he was asleep and heard him murmuring about someone named Bella. I looked in all of the local phone books until I found a Bella, Bella Swan. I enrolled Edward and the rest of the gang into the high school where Bella went, hoping to make Edward happy; unfortunately things only seemed to get worse.

A/N: This chapter was kinda weird, but I needed some way to explain how Eddie-boy was seventeen in chapter 2. so. Hope you liked it! Plz r&r.

-emy