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KATIE : I don't think I need to ask Jocie how happy I made you lol. Looking back, that sentence was pretty complicated lol. Oh I don't care about Josh Jackson not being init lol, just so long as Adam is lol. Hell they should just have him in it lol. I can see it in now, instead of calling it D4 they should just call it ADAM lol. Yeah I like the sound of that lol. Right for my song -
I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows I've fallen in love

It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free

But life still goes on
I can't get used to living without living without
Living without you by my side
I don't want to live alone hey
God knows got to make it on my own
So baby can't you see
I've got to break free

I've got to break free
I want to break free yeah

I want I want I want I want to break free....

I want to break free by Queen. I'm in a Queeny sorta mood lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

xXxSARAHxXx : I'll see what I can do lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

BRNNETTEBABE12 : I actually haven't written it with any couples in it, but, if your imagination tells you that it's Adam/Connie and Charlie/Julie then so be it lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS MI DEARS!!!!

I NOTICED NONE OF YOU REALIZED THE DOCTORS NAME 2 CHAPTERS AGO, GO BACK AND CHECK IT OUT, READ SLOWLY TO GET IT LOL.

Chapter 5

JULIE'S P.O.V

Another month had passed, and Connie had yet to return. I had long since become accustomed to living in our dorm alone and being the only girl amongst 11 guys. Though I continued to miss her, I even found myself writing her letters just about every day, telling her how much I missed her, and what had been going on, but I never did post them, I kept them hidden in a shoe box under my bed, strangely I found doing this gave me some comfort, as though I was keeping in touch with her. A few of us, if not all of us, visited her parents every week for our weekly update on her, though the news was always the same – slowly adapting to life in a wheelchair, and coming to terms with it. Apparently she still wasn't ready to leave as she was still continuing daily treatment and the doctors had decided that throwing her back into the outside world may unravel all the work they had achieved so far.

I had tried calling a few times, but always got the same response – "Miss Moreau isn't accepting any phone calls at the moment", I couldn't decide whether that was her choice or not. As a last attempt, I had tried visiting, hoping to pass myself off as a sister or cousin, but they wouldn't let me through, giving me the age old reason that seeing me may interrupt her treatment. I think the others had come to accept that Connie may never return to us, but I never let go of the glimmer of hope that even if wheelchair bound, she would realize how much she missed us and come back to us. Her presence was still very much missed at our games, and though the others had adjusted themselves to make up for it, I could tell they still very much needed her out there with them.

"Jules, you ready"? Charlie shouted through the door, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Coming". I yelled in reply, rushing to get myself ready at the last moment.

CONNIE'S P.O.V

Over the past month, I had been to hell and back, but it had all paid off. I had slowly regained full feeling in both my legs and shortly after that had mastered wiggling my toes. Now, I was able to attempt at walking, yet with the aide of a walking frame. My legs couldn't move independently of each other properly, so I had to either take small steps, or move them both at the same time. Today was the day that I was to go home, my parents had only found out this morning, but they didn't know about me being able to walk yet, all they knew was that the doctors were sending me home, to see how well I coped with the different domestic obstacles.

My bag was packed and ready and waiting at the end of my bed. I was feeling a little apprehensive about going home, I knew my mom wouldn't leave me alone, babying me, not allowing me to do things for myself. But on the other hand I was happy to be going, to get back to normal, well as normal as possible.

"Miss Moreau"? A young man popped his head around my door. "We're ready for you". He told me, picking my one bag up, and leaving.

I took one last glance around the room, before wheeling myself out – yes I still had my wheelchair, I had to use it still but when I was only going short distances I could walk. I wheeled myself out, to where the mobility bus was waiting for me. Deloris was there waiting, with a proud smile plastered broadly across her face. A smile immediately crossed my own face.

"Stop there". Deloris told me. I did as I was told. "Here, use this". She passed me my walking frame. "I told you I'd get you to walk outta here". She chuckled.

"Thank you for everything Deloris". I reached up and gave her an unsteady hug.

"Hey, I'm not finished with you yet, you still have to come back to me once a week for physio". She laughed, then guided me to the van. Once I'd gotten in and gotten myself comfy, she leant in and gave me one last hug. "How's it feel to walk outta here"? She whispered in my ear.

"Great". I replied.

"I'll see you next week". She told me before shutting the door and watching me drive away.

Within half an hour, we were about 15 minutes away from home and I stared out of the window, thinking about the ducks, finally getting to come home. I looked at my watch, 11am, the ducks practice ended half an hour ago. I suddenly felt something calling at me.

"Hey, could you possibly make a detour for me"? I asked the driver.

"Sure". He replied.

Within 10 minutes, he had pulled up and began helping me get out. He offered me my wheelchair at first, but I refused and took the walking frame. I slowly hobbled the best I could inside. Immediately on my entrance, I could feel the memories flooding back in. The fresh scent of ice and the cold breeze hit me, and brought a smile to my face. I continued down the passage, the rink slowly coming into view. I stopped half way to catch my breath, and it was only then that I could hear voices. Not thinking much about it, I took a deep breath and carried on. It was only when I reached the edge of the rink, that I realized the voices were indeed the ducks. I froze with shock, undecided whether I was ready or not to see what was in front of me. I felt a little pain, seeing them out there, playing, without me. Half of me wanted to just get out of there, before they saw me, but the other half wanted to stay and watch them, allowing my memories to come flooding back in. I was physically frozen on the spot though, and luckily not one of the ducks had yet to spot me.

"Connie"? A voice asked from behind. I immediately tensed upon hearing my voice.

"Coach". I turned gently.

"How are you"? He gave me a quick hug.

"Better than expected". I smiled

"You look great". He replied.

"Considering the last time you saw me, I was laid up in a bed, unable to move my legs, I'll take that as a good thing". I chuckled gently.

"So how long can you stay for"?

"Not long, the mobility bus is waiting for me, to take me home". I answered.

"Ok, it's nice seeing you, don't be a stranger". He told me, before wandering off. I nodded. I took one last glance at the ice before making my way back outside. I hadn't realized, there were a few tears dribbling down my cheeks.

Ok, I think I'll finish it here. Let you guys decided in your own heads whether or not she made up with the ducks. PLEASE R&R!!!!