!Carlisle' P.O.V!

I was in my study looking at some old pictures when my cell-phone started ringing.

"Hello," I said.

"Carlisle," I heard Jacob's voice from the other line and I could tell he was worried from teh sound of his voice, " I found someone in the forest, he's almost dead and it looks like he's lost a-lot of blood."

"what? Jacob where are you?" I asked. my Doctoring instincts have now kicked in and I was worried about this person that was to be my new patient.

"I'm on my way home I'll be there soon," Jacob answered, he said that he was on his way home instead of on his way to my home because since the run in with the volturi fifteen years ago he has lived in this house with us.

"alright I'll be ready," I told him "bring him to my study."

"alright," I heard Jacob say right before he hung up.

by the time Jacob arrived everyone had gathered in my study to see who he had found. Jacob came through the door carrying the body of an eight-teen year old boy that was covered in blood and leaves. I took the boy from Jacob and carried him into the room next to my study that I had turned into a hospital room a couple of years ago, I put him on the bed and then started washing off the blood and leaves with a wet rag.

"Jacob, I need to now how you found him," I told Jacob without turning from my task.

"ok," Jacob started, "I was running through the forest..." and he continued to tell me how he came across the half dead boy.

"ok. everyone out!" I ordered, and everyone left.

I continued to wash the blood off the boy and the more I uncovered his skin the more horrified I got. who could do this to a kid?

I finally removed all of the blood and I looked over the badly injured boy. he still had his clothes on and i could already tell that he was in terrible shape.

I carefully removed his shirt and set to work on his upper body. I started with his arms, his wrists were red and raw where ropes had cut into them and upon closer inspection I could see where threads from the rope had stuck in the cuts on his wrists. taking a pair of tweezers I set to work on getting the strands out and bandaging his wrists.

I then moved onto his arms, there were bruises all up his arms and his right shoulder was dislocated, I put some gel on his bruises to help them heal and then I relocated his his shoulder.

I moved onto his chest to see that he had been stabbed at-least three or four times, I stitched and bandaged these and while I was doing that I discovered that he had four broken rib's.

I checked to see if he had any more injuries on his upper body and found that besides a bad head wound his upper body has been taken care of.

I moved to his lower body and removed his pants to see that his left leg was was broken and there were bruises all over his lower body but beside that his lower half was fine, I took care of his broken leg and the bruises before going to my desk and looking over the notes I have been making.

what I found disturbed me as it would any other doctor, I put my notes on my desk and was about to leave to tell the others when I rembered that I didn't know who he was, I looked through his clothes and fiound a library card in his pants pocket. it said.

NAME-Perseus J Jackson.

BORN-1994.

ADDRESS-unknown.

after looking at the card I decided it was time to inform the others so I went downstairs to tell them what I had found.

when I got to the living room they were all just sitting down and waiting. and looking at the clock I saw that I had been up there with Perseus for two hours.

"I have good news and bad news. what do you want first Jacob?" I asked Jacob deciding that since he had been the one to find the boy he should be the one I tell.

"why are you asking me?" Jacob asked me looking confused.

"because you found him!" I told him, "know do you want the good news or the bad news first?"

"Good," Jacob answered looking a little worried.

"ok. the good news is, first that he will live. and secondly, I found out who he is, he had a library card on him, his name is Perseus Jackson, and he is 18, unfortunately the card doesn't tell where he's from." I told them.

"and the bad news?" Esme asked sounding worried as she always did when a child was hurt.

"the bad news is that, first, he was in very bad shape, his right shoulder was dislocated, four of his ribs are broken, his left leg is broken, he was stabbed in the chest about three or four times, he is covered in bruises and he took a bad hit to the head..." I stopped and looked at Esme with a worried look, I knew how this information would affect her if she had already decided that it was up to her to look after the boy.

"what is it?" Esme asked.

I took a deep breath before speeking "he is in a coma and there is no way of knowing when or even if he'll ever wake up."