Boundless Love

Unwanted

Levi's POV...

Charlotte kept me busy all weekend with therapy. I can almost completely control my right arm movements, so Charlotte's been focusing on helping me gain enough strength in that arm so that I'm able to support some of my body weight or shift my body when I sit up. Plus if Emma really shows up today, I want to be able to feed myself without her worrying that she needs to help me.

My left arm is another story. I can move it around some, but when I try to grab hold of something or use my arm to push anything, it just trembles and gives out on me. My fingers have no strength and I drop everything Charlotte places in my hand for me to hold. My left leg give me the same amount of trouble, it's discouraging.

I got into the pool for the first time this weekend as well, which was a nerve wracking and calming experience at the same time. It wasn't to swim or anything like that. There is a wide swim out in the deep end where the water comes up to my chest when I sit in it. Charlotte was right when she figured that the water would make it easier for me to learn how to balance myself upright. She keeps a continuous hold on me while I try to strengthen my stomach muscles in the pool, otherwise I'd topple over and probably drown.

I'm Surprised and relieved when Emma finally calls me to tell me she's landed in Boston. Nate finished up my morning therapy and helped me get into jeans and a light blue t-shirt. I actually managed to style my hair too. I know I shouldn't have to, but I feel like I'm back to the stage where I have to impress Emma all over again.

Charlotte agreed to let me take the rest of the day off from therapy as long as I promised to work extra hard tomorrow.

I decide to wait in the lobby for Emma to arrive. I can't help but smile when she walks through the door covering her face from the small swarm of photographers hoping to steal a picture of her... or me. It took them a month to figure out where I've been and now they don't leave.

"Levi ! " She squeaks, either surprised or happy, I can't really tell by her expression but I hope it's happy.

"Hey baby!" I say back, holding my right hand out for her.

She walks over and accepts my hand. I pull her towards me and plant a kiss on her cheek.

I feel a little nervous and start rambling off questions without giving her time to answer , "How was your flight? Are you hungry? Do you want some coffee or tea?"

Not sure she was actually listening to me because she was standing in front of me examining me up and down and blankly staring at my chair.

"Emma," I call out her name so she looks at my face.

" Yes, some tea would be great," she says.

I lead her outside to the patio. It's a beautiful day and we can drink our tea and enjoy the view of the sailboats on the water instead of her focusing her thoughts on my wheelchair.

She smiles while we sit together silently drinking our tea, neither having the courage to speak first.

Surprisingly she grabs my hand from across the small table, "You look great," she says, and courageously keeps going... " You've told me all you've done here so far, but it's nice to see it in person."

" Yes it is nice to see it in person," I politely remind her while biting my tongue so she can't hear my annoyance. I want to tell her that she should've been here in person this whole time.

Changing the subject, I maneuver my wheelchair around to her, still holding her hand and ask her to come for a walk with me. I'm appreciating every moment of her pleasant mood while she follows me to the small garden area. I bring her to a cushioned iron framed love seat among the flowers. " We should sit here and talk for a while," I point to the love seat.