Levi's POV...

I didn't intend on shutting myself in the bedroom when we got home, I just couldn't handle anything and I didn't want her to see me fall apart.

I couldn't get out of the slump I was in and I couldn't hide it either. Charlotte wanted to help me, yet I was afraid to let her. I was afraid to speak, I knew if I even tried to form one word, it would come out wrong, or I would yell or cry. Everything I tried I failed at. Nothing was getting better, it was getting worse.

So, I sat on the bed and cried like a baby. I was feeling like less of a man to begin with, why not let go of it all, I thought.

Charlotte gave me my privacy for a bit, which I appreciated. After letting go of every emotion I was feeling at that moment, I decide to unhinge my leg brace so I can bend my knee and change into comfortable clothes. Not thinking clearly, I stand up to remove my pants and my leg gives way, sending me toppling to the side. My left elbow catches the side of the nightstand as I fall to the floor.

Charlotte bursts into the room after hearing all the noise and finds me sitting on the floor leaning against the bed with blood dripping from my arm. I'm completely numb to everything at this point and just sit there with my head down.

I hear Charlotte go into the bathroom and turn on the water. She walks over to me a few seconds later holding a washcloth, kneels down next to me and carefully presses the warm cloth to the cut on my elbow.

I feel her gaze on me. I must look like a mess to her. She probably doesn't know what to do with me anymore.

"Hold this, keep applying pressure," she softly tells me while grabbing my right hand and placing it on top of the wet cloth.

" I will be right back," I hear her say.

A minute later she comes back with another warm wash cloth and a bandage. She kneels in front of me this time and gently rubs the wash cloth along my forehead, then my brows, slowly wiping each eye and then down my cheeks; washing away all my tears. She then removes my right hand from holding my left elbow and cleans the rest of the blood from my arm before securing a bandage.

"You have a nasty bump on your elbow, so I'm going to get you some ice, but first I'm going to help you get into bed," she keeps talking, knowing I won't respond.

I then feel her soft lips press against my forehead and her hand cup my face. "I am here for you, always, no matter what," she sweetly says I want more than anything to believe her as I look into her beautiful eyes, causing mine to swell again.

Charlotte hooks underneath my arm pits and picks me up off the floor, using my half decent right leg to help her.  Carefully, she lowers me onto the bed and then places both my legs up onto the mattress as I lay back onto my pillow. She removes my leg brace and massages all the muscles in my leg, then massages around my injured elbow, being careful not to hurt me. I silently watch her take care of me and feel like a jerk for not speaking, I didn't have the right words.

I watch her leave the room again and return with an ice pack and a glass of water. She hands them both to me before walking over to the other side of the bed to change her clothes.

The moment she climbs into bed next to me and wraps her arms securely around my body, emotions started flooding my mind again.

" I'm sorry," I finally say, my voice hoarse and cracking.

She squeezes her arms around me tighter. "You have nothing to be sorry about," she whispers.

" Yes I do, I've been trying everything and my leg isn't getting better, it's getting worse, even my arm is giving me trouble again... I am more work for you, when I shouldn't be...I don't want you to get tired of me," I choke back more tears. All I can think about is her talking me into going back to England again.

She pulls me over to face her and runs her fingers through my hair. Her eyes are a glossy green in the dim light and her pink lips form the slightest smile.

"You make me so proud to call you my fiancé and you inspire me every day," her voice is so sincere and I look at her like my ears have just deceived me.

"You have been working so hard and have been pushing through the pain every day and you haven't given up. Through it all, you still came home every night and did what ever you could for me while I recovered, and I've loved you more each day for it. I am never letting you go Levi, I am with you for all the good and the bad," she tells me before pressing her lips to mine.

Stunned silent again by her remarks, I try to remain focused on her. The state I'm in makes it hard for me to believe her, how am I someone to be proud of looking like this. Her loving touch is the only thing able to  soothe me.

"I know you're struggling, but we are going to change some things and I promise it will get better, maybe not perfect, but we don't need perfect, I want you for you," she kisses me again. I can't help but smile back at her this time.

"I've missed that smile," she says as she traces my lips with her thumb.

"Come here," she motions for me to come closer and I nuzzle my face in the crook of her neck, my arm and leg wrapped snug around her. I take comfort in her as she strokes her fingers through my hair and down my back.

"I am never letting you go either," I let her know before we drift to sleep in each other's arms.