Boundless Love

Life is Unfair

Charlotte's POV...

Love can be capable of so much tragedy.

Levi's been sitting out there alone for a few hours now, refusing Sarah's and Nate's offers to bring him back to his room.

My heart aches for him and he shouldn't be out there feeling alone any longer. This poor guy's life has been turned upside down and the person he needs the most can't be here for him. Life is so unfair sometimes.

It's starting to get cold out so I take a chance and quietly approach him. He doesn't speak or look at me, but he doesn't refuse me either when I grab his left fist, opening his fingers with mine so he can hold my hand. I pull him slightly, persuading him to control his wheelchair with his other hand and follow me inside.

Once in his room, I walk to the bathroom to turn on the shower. " You don't have to," he quietly tells me.

He needs a hot shower, that will help him. He's already refused any help from Sarah and Nate tonight, so I gently get him undressed. He stares at me with a defeated look in his eyes. He's silently pleading for any kind of help. I cover his body up with a towel so I can transfer him to the shower chair. I haven't done any of this with him before, but he's not putting up a fight, and allows me to continue.

"Put your arms around the back of my neck and I'll lift you onto the chair."

He tries to raise both arms but they start shaking and he can't control them. He looks towards the floor and whispers, "Sorry."

I reach for his left arm first, running my hand gently yet firmly from his shoulder down to his hand. That calms his spasms and I wrap his arm around the back of my neck for him, then proceed to do the same with his other arm.

"Levi, you have nothing to be sorry about, now give me a hug so I can help you slide onto the shower chair. "I almost see his lips curl up.

I place him right underneath the massaging shower head and let him sit there hoping the warm water will ease some of his pain.

After his shower I help him get dressed. He wears a depends at night which I know is embarrassing for him, so I quickly slide the thick brief up his legs then get his shorts up on top of them while he's still in the chair. I dress his body with a t-shirt and have him wrap his arms around my neck again. In one swift movement I help him semi-stand so I can pull up his brief and shorts and help him onto the bed. He lays back onto his pillows while I adjust his legs and cover him with a blanket. A storm is brewing in those ocean eyes and I can't read what he's thinking when he looks at me.

He refrains from speaking the entire time until I sit beside him. I want to let him know he's not alone, I'm here for him... " I'm sorry," I tell him. " Do you want to talk," I offer my company and listening ear.

He shakes his head no and says in the saddest tone, "Thank you though."

The next two weeks take a downwards spiral. Levi's moods swiftly changes from hurt to anger then resentment, leading him straight into depression.

He fights with Nate every morning, refusing to get dressed or eat on most days.

This morning, I hear Levi yelling at him from his room when I approach his door. Nate meets me in the hall and says, "He's getting worse every day, this isn't good and Sarah is scared to go in there to help him."