Charlotte's POV...

I haven't seen Levi this happy in a while and all I can think about is how much I want this to last. I need to thank Mark for giving him that opportunity yesterday and ask him to keep finding him more.

He talked all night, so at ease with himself, so full of pride. Besides his nagging hip, nothing else bothered him while he did his job yesterday. Even Landon says how natural he looked and we all realize how much Levi's misses acting. It was a simple job but it was also exactly what he needed.

Still, his smile remains on his face this morning knowing he has his MRI today.

Walking appears to be quite painful for him though. I feel like suggesting he use his wheelchair today, but I don't want to be the one who ruins his good mood.

"Charlotte?" His low voice surprises me.

"Yes Babe."

"I think I need to use my chair today," he says so softly I barely hear him. Or maybe I'm just imagining what I heard. Landon must have imagined it too because he freezes by his bedroom door with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Levi notices our shocked state and sighs. "I'm having a hard time walking this morning and I don't want you to have to carry any of my weight...I'm sorry," he apologizes, his eyes roaming my face, trying to read me. What is he apologizing for? Am I shocked, yes. I'm also proud of him for admitting to what he needs.

I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest and hug him. "I can use my crutches...it's fine..," I don't let him finish. I use my lips to shut up his insecurities. He sighs again before kissing me back.

"I'm sorry, if you misread me. Of course you can use your chair. You can use it when ever you need to. In fact I'm happy you're choosing to, I know you're in pain," I say to him.

I notice his lips twitch as he stares at me. I can read every thought racing though his mind just by peering through those brilliant blues. He doesn't want to appear less of a man by using his wheelchair.

Landon points to Levi's chair and I nod for him to bring it over.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles again.

"Stop apologizing," I coax him into the wheelchair. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for exactly?" I ask him, because, I don't know. I can't think of one good reason for him to feel sorry about.

"No," he shrugs. Of course, you don't know because it's your mind over thinking everything, making you think your pain is a weakness, when you're anything but weak.

Instead of allowing my subconscious to speak out loud, I lean down and kiss him.

"Are you coming with us?" I turn Levi's chair around so we both face Landon.

"I have a few things to take care of. But please call me if either of you need anything," he says to us while strangely avoiding eye contact. He was quiet last night and is still uncharacteristically non-vocal this morning. I wonder what that's all about.

There's no time for me to ask him now. We need to get this MRI out of the way first before we tackle the next problem.

The procedure is over before either of us have time to ponder over it, and we're now waiting for the orthopedic and spine specialists to give us the results. Lucky for us, my job allows me special perks, so we're able do the MRI and form a plan of action on the same day.

Levi's fingers find mine and he mingles them together. I look over at him to see that he's smiling at me. I smile back, not knowing who's supposed to be comforting who while we wait.

Both doctors enter the room and get straight to the point. "Charlotte, nice to see you," the spine doctor shakes my hand and then turns to Levi.

"Levi, nice to meet you," he shakes Levi's hand and then introduces Levi to the ortho specialist. We are already acquainted; again, perks of the job.

"Let's get right to it shall we," spine doctor keeps speaking.

"Simply put, your hip flexor muscle is tearing from your bone." Levi stares at him but doesn't say a word. I squeeze his hand just to make sure he's still with us.

The doctor continues, "Charlotte here is a miracle worker, to get you to walk again after an injury like yours, it's amazing what her program can do"...wait for it...."But it looks like you were making great strides and then stopped."

The wave of guilt that crashes over me when the doctor confirms my regrets causes me to release the grip I have on Levi's hand. Levi is obviously surprised by my withdrawal, not realizing that I'm the one who's at fault here. I failed. He trusted in my program, and I failed him. I sent him back home when he physically wasn't ready all because I was too stubborn to let him help me when I was sick.

"His setbacks are my fault. I messed up," I confess out loud.

"Charlotte!" Levi reaches for my hand again, but I wave him off.

"Like I said, you are fantastic at what you do, I have no problems referring my patients to your program. You were going through radiation treatments all while trying to maintain a relationship with each other...your judgement was probably clouded, and I don't think either of you should blame yourselves. All we can do is focus on this current issue and move forward." The doctor's words should be comforting but they're falling on my deaf ears as the wave consumes me.

Dr. Hoff, the Ortho specialist speaks up," I agree with Dr. Caleb, and I've written up a plan to get you back on track Levi. I advise you continue to use the wheelchair as much as possible while your hip flexor heals properly. You will have special stretches and exercises to do with your physical therapists every day, on top of the daily stretches Charlotte does with you at home."

"How long?" Levi finally asks a question. "How long will I need to use this chair?"

"That depends on your pain level. We want you to rest your hip, but we also don't want you to lose any muscle function you have. Normally we would have someone use crutches for a while to stay off their leg, but your situation is different because your left side is..."

"Mostly paralyzed." Levi finishes the sentence for him.

"Correct, so you have limitations but still have to work at improving both of your legs abilities while allowing your hip to heal at the same time," the doctor confirms.

Levi reaches for me again and this time I reciprocate. "We will do whatever we need to do," I say with as much confidence as I can muster. I will do whatever it takes this time to make things right.

I remain quiet while we head back to the car, wallowing in my own mistakes. I feel bad for Levi, his constant pain has been my fault. I knew it was, I knew it was wrong to send him home. Yes, I was dealing with my own health issues at the time but what he needed was my professionalism and what I gave him were my own insecurities, my stubborn misjudgments.

Levi breaks the silence first. "Love, this is not your fault. I'm not mad and I don't blame you one bit. We both made mistakes. Now we know what the problem with my hip is and we can fix it. I hate this fucking chair, but if this is what it takes to get me to where I need to be, so be it," he smiles at me, his cute dimples showing through his flawless face, making the butterflies in my gut come alive every time I look at him.

This time will be different. This time I will give him my sound heart and mind because that's what he deserves from me, that's what our baby deserves from me too.