Levi's POV...

I finally got some sleep last night. I knew Charlotte would be back in the morning because she told everyone she has a surprise day planned for all of us.

Nate did my morning therapy session which consisted of stretching and core exercises in the gym. Nate had Jake join too so he could get both of our sessions done at the same time.

"You ready for our afternoon out in the city ?" Jake asks me.

"Not really, but it will be good to get out," I say to him.

He's looking at me confused by my response. "Why would you want to stay here all day every day?" Jake asks with curiosity.

" Have you seen the reporters and photographers waiting for me outside?" I point out. " We'll be kinda hard for them to miss, all strolling around in our wheelchairs together," I add trying not to offend him.

" Ya, I'm sorry, I didn't think of that," he apologizes to me.

Of course he would never think of that first. He's never had paparazzi following his every move. Jake's only excited to get out and enjoy someplace other than here. I know it's been almost six months, but I don't know if I'm ready for the whole world to see me as disabled. It's going to happen sooner or later anyway, so may as well be today.

Charlotte meets all of us in the lounge by 11:00 am. When she walks in wearing jeans and a Boston Red Sox t-shirt, everyone but me figured out where we were going.

" Hell yeah!" Jake shouts.

"We have box seats for the game today, so let's get going," she says with a big smile.

Everyone excitedly makes their way towards her, thanking her before rolling out the door.

She looks over towards me and sees that I'm still sitting by the couch after everyone has made their way out.

"Levi, If you're not comfortable with this, we can stay here?" She says more like a question while walking over to me.

"No, I'm going. I'm not comfortable with this, but I'm also not going to ruin everyone's day," I admit.

"You sure?" She asks again.

"No, I'm not sure, but I'm still going," I groan.

She holds her hand out to me and patiently waits for me to grab it. "Come on then," she says. "We'll try to have some fun!" She grins.

We get to the front door where the four other occupied wheelchairs and the staff are waiting for us. I immediately spot someone with a camera lurking around our small crowd and turn to Charlotte who's now giving me a questioning stare. " Well lets get this over with shall we!" I shrug.

We join the rest of our group and wheel down the sidewalk. I hear the constant clicking sound of a camera going off as the intruder pretends to keep his distance from us. I'm about to turn around and cuss him out until I feel Charlotte squeeze my hand, turning my focus to her. She's been holding my hand while walking by my side the entire way, helping me feel at ease, and I didn't think anything of it until now. Maybe she thinks she's helping me get around better, or maybe she's trying to protect me, I don't know. What I do know is that her hand in mine is comforting to me and I don't want her to let go.

Everyone in our group is laughing and talking about Fenway Park and the green monster. I obviously haven't the slightest idea of what that is, so I ask, "What's a green monster?" Everyone halts to turn to me, hands over their mouths giggling , "It's the big green wall that surrounds the outfield," Jake answers.

"Oh," I say, embarrassed now.

"I thought you British knew everything about Boston?" Sarah chuckles.

"Ha..ha," I sarcastically return.

Having box seats was a brilliant idea. There was room for all of us, endless ballpark franks and drinks, and the Red Sox won. A much needed day for everyone.

We waited for most of the crowd to leave before making our way out, but there were still a lot of people hanging around trying to push their way through like they owned the place. After the twentieth asshole bumped into my chair  I got angry and started calling them every rude name I could think of, under my breath of course, because I'm not that rude. Frankly, I'm Annoyed that Charlotte is no where in sight. I can barely roll myself as it is, never mind wheeling through these blokes who have total disregard for the handicap.

My wheels stop moving when my left arm stops cooperating and I'm frozen in my chair in the middle of the walkway, watching all the people walk by me. I feel angry that they can easily move about... no one caring that I'm down here, it make me feel helpless. Is this what all people in a wheelchair feel like? Is this what I'm going to feel like the rest of my life?

Seconds later, I feel someone grab onto the handles of my wheelchair. I'm about to scream at who ever it is until I feel Charlotte lean her face down next to my ear. "Levi, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I grunt. "Let's get out of here." Where the hell was she a minute ago?

Charlotte answers my silent but angry thoughts, "I'm sorry, I left you here for a minute. Sarah needed some help with Abby."

"Hmm." This is all I can reply with. It's not her fault I'm useless, It's mine.

Thankfully Charlotte and Nate bring us a round about way back to rehab. It's shorter through the city, but it's more crowded. And although Boston is a beautiful city, it's also old and not easy for us wheelchair bound to get around.

Our group is happily strolling along, still delighted about the game, laughing and reminiscing about every great play.

I remain mute, letting Charlotte push my wheelchair, not even attempting to help her because I'm being an asshole, I know. My accident must've injured my personality as well.

"Levi, you could at least help with the hills," she sounds annoyed with me, but I ignore her.

We return to the rehab center and Charlotte brings me to my room. "Ok, well if you want a shower , I'll ask Sarah to come in," Charlotte says to me. I wheel myself over to the window and see her through the reflection. She looks cross but I don't feel like explaining anything to her right now.

"I want to go to the pool," I more or less demand and I see her surprised look through the reflection in the glass.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"I want to work on my balance and walking in the pool... without the leg braces," I tell her.

"If that's what you want, I'll go change and have Nate get you in the pool," she says then leaves my room.

Charlotte is already in the pool when I get there. Nate helps me onto the pool lift and lowers me into the water. I wrap my arms around Charlotte and she wraps hers around me, gliding me from the lift. She keeps a tight grip on me, knowing my legs will probably buckle from not wearing my braces.

"It's ok Charlotte, I need to try," I let her know.

She releases her tight grasp and moves her hands to my hips. Sure enough, my left leg gives out making her tighten her hands around me again.

My right hand clutches her shoulder and I pull myself upright. This is easier in the pool, the water makes me much lighter for her and for me. I'm surprised how strong my right leg feels, it's not giving out like my left. "Hmm," I hum a little louder than I thought, and Charlotte gives me a little smile.

"You can ease your grip a little Charlotte, I've got this," I tell her, returning her smile.

She remains my crutch for the next hour, letting me almost fall over then pull myself back up, over and over again and smiles at me when I manage to stand on both legs for more than five seconds.

" I'm proud of you," she finally speaks.

"Why?" I ask her. What is she proud of? I haven't done anything to be proud of, I think to myself.

"You've gone at this for an hour, falling and getting back up every time. You haven't given up," she states.

"I don't like being in the chair.... I want to walk again, whatever it takes!" I tell her.

"I like this new found determination," she beams at me.

"Yeah, Yeah... don't make such a big deal of it," I smirk.

Before I have a chance to say anything else, she pulls me close and wraps her arms around me, hugging me.

"Charlie! I said it's not a big deal", softly laughing into her hair, hugging her back.