After calling and asking him to come and help her, Brax immediately left Angelo's and scrambled to be with her as quickly as possible. Brax reached the shopping centre and jogged through trying to find the food court.

After seeing Charlie sitting at a table with one foot stretched out with an ice pack on a chair, Brax rushed over and said Hi to Charlie, before getting down on his knees and hugging her tightly. Charlie was so glad to have Brax with her, knowing he would look after her.

"Are you okay?" Brax asked extremely concerned, while taking a quick look at her foot."

It's really, really sore, but I'm okay. Thankyou for coming, and so quickly too! Do you think you could help me to the hospital?"

"Of course Charlie that's what I'm here for!" Charlie gathered together her bags and tried to stand up before quietly yelling in pain and sitting back down.

"Don't try to stand on it, you'll probably end up doing more damage Charlie" Brax said before adding: "There is an exit to the carpark just there, I'm going to carry you."

"I'd love to argue, but I don't think I'm in any state too. My foot is so sore." Charlie grabbed her hand bag and the bag that contained her dress as Brax carefully lifted her. She laid her hand on Brax's heart and tucked her face into his chest, embarrassed to look at anyone directly.

As they reached the car, Brax gave Charlie his keys and bent his legs down so she could reach and open the car door. Brax as carefully as he could, slowly placed Charlie onto the front seat, before shutting the door and quickly walking around and hopping into the drivers seat.

As he got in, Charlie turned her head and kissed him as passionately as she possibly could. When they eventually stopped, Charlie butted heads with Brax and added: "you are so amazing, thankyou for coming to get me, carrying me and taking care of me, I couldnt of gotten to a car without you. You don't know how much I love you!"

"Charlie, I'd do anything for you, don't forget that! And plus, your really light to carry! It's really not a problem, I'm just glad I could help! Thankyou for calling me."

Brax and Charlie continued talking all the way to the hospital, where Brax again carried her, this time into the hospital. Dr Walker was the first to see her.

"Hi Charlie, what have you done to yourself today?" Sid asked politely, while Charlie was still in Brax's arms.

"I was out shopping and I fell and slipped after someone spilt a drink" Charlie answered.

"Okay, well let's take a look, if you just come through right this way" Sid led the way as Brax followed and gently placed Charlie onto the bed, Sid had pointed too.

After examining Charlie foot and taking her for an x-ray, Sid informed Charlie of his diagnosis: "Charlie it appears that you have an ankle ligament injury. It's not anything to major, but I'd definitely reccomend you wear a boot and use the crutches for about 2 weeks. I'm also going to give you a prescription for some medication to help with the pain.

"Sounds good. Thankyou so much Sid, you've been very helpful." Charlie replied thankful of Sid's treatment.

"That's no problem at all." Sid said as he gently put a black boot onto her foot. "Your free to go, if you could just sign the discharge papers, the nurse will bring them to you shortly. Come back and see me In 2 weeks time, just for a quick follow up. But apart from that you should be fine!"

Sid farewelled Charlie and Brax (who was sitting next to Charlie holding her hand) before walking out to see his next patient.

The nurse came into the room and gave Charlie some papers to sign. After signing, Charlie got up and got her crutches ready to go. She started hobbling slowly towards the exit. Brax smiled as he slowed to her speed and walked at her snail like pace.

Once they finally got to the car, 20 minutes later, Brax opened her door, helped her in before taking her crutches and chucking them into the back of the ute.

Brax dropped Charlie home, taking her keys to go and pick her car up from the shopping centre it was still parked at. He had arranged for Heath to go with him, to drive his car home.