Charlotte's POV...

"Charlie! What should I do with all these?" I look at the girl working the front desk, waving around a stack of papers that keep coming from the fax machine.

"Try to put them all in a binder for me so that I can look over them, a lot of information will be coming over and I need to go through them all before he gets here," I tell her.

She looks frazzled, but so does everyone here, including myself. I have roughly 3 hours to have everything ready before he gets here. The orthopedic specialist will be here in 20 minutes to discuss options, and I just finished speaking with the London spine surgeon. This is all too stressful and exciting at the same time.

I've been on facetime with my parents for the last twenty minutes, listening to them trying to convince me to fly home next weekend. "Mom, Dad, I really have to hang up now, there's a lot going on here", I tell them. "Charlotte, I think it would be in your best interest if you came down here to to meet the guy. He's a surgeon and well respected in the community," My dad says. "I don't need to marry a doctor." I've said this to them so many times, yet they continue to make me feel like I can't take care of myself and be successful on my own. They love me and wants best for me, but they don't exactly know what that is. Neither do I.

The truth is, my parents never knew what to do with me. I was considered a genius for my age, skipping two grade levels, and when I entered College, I was much younger than everyone else. I didn't have many friends because everyone thought of me as "socially awkward". I like studying and learning, nothing wrong with that. And because my face was always in a book or my time was spent volunteering at the soup kitchen or local hospitals, I didn't have time to date or party. No guy wanted to stick around long enough for me anyway. My focus has always been on my work. Now my parents think I'm getting older and should find a man who can take care of me... to them, that classifies as being rich, smart, and successful. They mean well, but I don't need all that.

"Your sister married a doctor and look how happy she is now," my mother chimes in. " I can't talk to you two about this right now, I have a very important person on his way in and I need to prepare." I try to hang up. "Okay, just give it some thought, we love you!"

I have four siblings and each are wealthy and happily married to someone my parents fully approve of.  My parents are always praising them and throwing their accomplishments in my face, and I always feel like I need to prove myself to them. Why can't they be happy for me? I've accomplished a lot in my short life, on my own, without needing a man's bank account. I know they love me and want what's best for me, but maybe I don't want to settle down with anyone just yet. My life is fine the way it is.

I suddenly snap out of my thoughts when a body brushes past me.

"I can't believe Levi Dawson is coming to our rehab center as a patient!" I hear Sarah, one of my aides say as she runs down the hall carrying sheets and towels.

It's really is hard to fathom, a movie star, no less, is in need of my help I start thinking to myself again. Famous or not, the poor guy doesn't deserve everything he's going to have to go through now, no one does. From what I've been told, he was put on a flight here right after his surgery. He probably has no idea what's going on, which makes everything more perplexed.

I'm starting to feel a little doubtful, probably just my nerves. Although, I don't know why I'm so nervous, I opened this center for people like him, like my youngest sister, so they can have every possibility of living an active happy life. I've spent all my time in this building, working with patients, perfecting this program. I sleep at my apartment, but otherwise, I'm rarely there. I have dismissed most relationships because of my commitment and my goals. My parents admire my work ethic, though still want other things for me. All that I want at the moment is right here. This is the place I feel most needed, most helpful. Helping my patients regain their independence is something I strive for.

This new patient isn't an ordinary guy living an ordinary life. He has paparazzi following him, who knows how long he has until they find him here. He was just about to finish a new movie, and he has a gorgeous actress fiancé. According to his manager, he's a very important guy to a lot of people , and everything about his life from this point on literally depends on me.

"Hey Charlie! I've got the room all ready for him, and I've spoken to the staff about keeping it hush. I think they all get it," Nate says.

Nate is my assistant. He has poured as much sweat and heart into this program as I have, and I would not be able to run it without him. He does everything from toileting patients to helping them dress and taking over therapy sessions for me when I don't have enough time.

Everyone loves his honest personality. The women here adore his physique too of course. His dark curly hair and dark brown eyes, his dimples when he smiles, and his perfectly toned body; which is something he acquired from working out every day, and from lifting patients all day I'm sure.

"Thanks Nate." I smile back at him and he can't help but notice my smile is more an expression of worry.

He grabs my hand, stares at me with his encouraging eyes and says, "You are great at this! He may not be a typical patient, and this is not a typical situation, but you are great at what you do. If his family and whoever else in charge of him didn't think you could handle this, they would not have sought you out all the way from London." I allow his words sink in for a minute and my smile turns genuine. "And remember what I told you about delegating work, you don't have to do it all," he reminds me. "I can't help it," I shrug back, and he rolls his eyes at me. I know, my need to help everyone gets the best of me, and I know I should delegate more, but I can't. I don't want anything to go wrong today.

I finish reading all the paperwork sent from the London hospital as the ambulance pulls up. Right behind the ambulance is a black SUV. Nate directs the EMT's to room #5 and tells the SUV full of family, I assume, to follow him to the room.

I didn't get a chance to have a good look at him, but I heard him mumbling, "Emma, Emma."

"Right here baby!" I hear the woman holding his hand say.

She's tall, blonde, and beautiful, and I recognize her from a few movies. She is definitely his fiancé.

An older couple maybe in their 60's, are nervously following the stretcher. The woman's eyes are swollen and tearful and she's holding onto the older man's arm for support. This must be his mom. She has the same expression of worry and fear that all mothers have when something horrible has happened to her child.

Left behind in the front doorway is a well-groomed guy, looking to be in his 30's, frantically waving one hand around in the air while he shouts into his cell phone. He has a heavy British accent, it's difficult to understand what he's saying.

"Get it done!"

"I don't care what they have to say!"

"It will have to be postponed!" Is all I make out of his shouting match with who ever's on the other end.

I feel like this guy calls all the shots and he comes off a bit angry, I am not sure I want to introduce myself.

Just when I am about to head to room five, the intimidating dark haired guy walks over to me.

"Do you know where I can find Charlotte Thomas?" He asks, giving me an anxious stare.

"I am Charlotte Thomas," I tell him.

Immediately his bright green eyes pop open and he jerks his head back slightly while looking me up and down. I already know what he is thinking. I'm young, no one expects someone of my age to be responsible for a facility like this.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would be much older," he surprisingly states.

"Thank you, I get that a lot." I respond back with a smile. I've learned to take reactions like this as a compliment.

"My name is Mark, I'm Levi's manager, I will be here for a few days making sure he gets settled in," he says to me as he looks down at the floor and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. A few days? That's it? I hope he realizes Levi will be here for much longer.

"Don't worry," I assure him.

"I will go over everything with you and the family once I have a chance to talk with Levi," I tell him.

"Can you tell me who those people are who came with you?" I ask Mark.

It is important that I get to know everyone who will be with Levi, helping him and supporting him. These will be the most important people in his life while he is here. All my patients have thrived when they had someone by their side, encouraging them. "Also, Levi will need to sign an approved visitor and caller list. I'm sure this is a sensitive situation you all are in."

"Yeah, sure, those are his parents Tom and Jenn and his fiance, Emma," he states. "I'll have to monitor who's allowed to visit and call, we don't want many people knowing where he is just yet."

As I lead Mark towards Levi's room, I see Levi's father standing outside the door with his face resting in his hands.

Loud shouting is coming from Levi's room.

"Where the fuck am I? Why isn't anyone telling me what is going on, and why the fuck can't I get out of this bed?"

As I approach his room, I hear his mum softly say, "Levi, sweetheart, you were hit by a car and you are paralyzed, we have brought you to Boston where you will have the best chance of walking again."

Levi starts shouting again. This time louder, more hysterical.

"Walk again! Walk again! What the fuck!" He starts screaming again. Poor guy, has no one explained his situation to him yet?

Mark looks back at me with apprehension. "He's not normally like this, he's not what you'd think of someone with his fame...he's normally very humble." He nervously rubs the back of his neck. "Bear with him, we haven't told him much, we just wanted to get him here as soon as possible," he admits. I nod back with understanding.

I've handled this situation before, minus the famous part of course. I've got this!