A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm sorry I made a mistake; I thought that Eric was studying in the country Columbia, but it was obviously a college in the United States of America. But I don't really wanna repost most of my chapters, because of that mistake. So I'll just continue with the fact that Eric is studying in the country Columbia. I hope you don't mind… - Thanks to Sarah and Hillary for telling me that… (:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot, Jennifer Carter, Dr. Jack Bristow and Dr. Macy Barringer. Bridget, Eric, Lena, Tibby, Carmen and all those characters belongs to Ann Brashares.

Note for reviewers:

JewelsMaroon 5: Thanks for that interesting idea. But I've already planned the next chapters. And that idea is not included. Sorry, but thanks anyway.

Bellamegs: Yeah, I know I use '…' a lot, I'll try not to (: Thanks for reviewing!

Sarah: I'm not offended at all; actually I'm glad you told me. I had no idea, but now I do (: Thanks for reviewing, I hope you'll continue reading the fanfic, even with Eric's studying in the country Columbia.

Hillary: Thank you for reviewing! Well at least now I know that it's a college and not the country. (:

None: Well no did, until now. Hillary and Sarah already told me, but thanks anyway. (:

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The next days were full of tests. The doctors had to see if there was anything they could do to safe Bridget's legs.

"Mr. Vreeland, we're taking some X-ray pictures on your daughter to see if we can get her legs to work again. The results will probably come out in a few days, a week tops." The doctor told Mr. Vreeland who just arrived at the hospital.

"Yes, of course. Are there anything we can in the mean time?" Mr. Vreeland said.

"No not really, maybe keep her mood up. I can see she's been a bit depressed these days. But well no one can really blame her, can we?" The doctor answered.

"No we can't… Thank you." Mr. Vreeland

"No problem." The doctor said and walked away.

Mr. Vreeland entered the room. Bridget wasn't a bit depressed, but very depressed. Since she read that letter from Eric, she hadn't smiled once. Her head was full of thoughts, thoughts about her life, soccer, Eric, her legs and all those problems.

"Hi Sweetie, are you okay?" Bridget's father asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Bridget couldn't convince anyone, she was lying. She was not fine. "Dad, when can I go home? I'm sick of the hospital, it's so depressing, and the food isn't exactly delicious. Besides, it just reminds me of mom."

"But Honey, your mother didn't die at the hospital? But I'll talk to the doctor, maybe we can get you out. And you can take some time away from this place, and room." Mr. Vreeland answered.

"I know, but this is a hospital, this is a place where many people die! But thanks, I really hope I can get out of here." Bridget said in a tired tone.

"Okay I'll go talk to the doctor now. You just make sure to rest okay?" Bee's father said.

"Okay…" Bridget replied and her father walked out. Barely a minute later her friends arrived.

"Hey Bee, how're you?" They all asked.

"Well I guess I'm hanging in there." Bridget answered.

"We brought something for you." Carmen said and took something out of her bag.

"The travelling pants!" Bridget said and smiled. She had good and some bad memories with those pants. But she was very happy to see them anyway.

"We thought you might want to have them around?" Tibby asked.

"Sure, but it isn't exactly summer. It's almost winter." Bridget said and looked at them all.

"Yeah, we know. But hey, this is an emergency. You should have them around." Lena said.

Bridget was actually happy to see those pair of pants. She almost forgot everything about them. Lately she hadn't really had time to think about anything nice. It was all, the baby, Jennifer the idiot! Eric and her legs.

While the four girls talked Mr. Vreeland came in with good news. Bridget was able to go home. And they would call with the test results. If she needed any surgery or anything like that, she could always come back.

Bridget tried to stand up, and walk but she fell. Her father had to carry her into the car. And the hospital borrowed them a wheelchair. Bridget was absolutely not happy about that. She liked to feel independent. And having her father carry her around, or sit in a wheelchair would definitely not make her feel anymore independent.

Bridget arrived at home, late at night. She kinda missed that house. It was big, and reminded her about her mother. But she missed it anyway.

"C'mon let's get you inside." Mr. Vreeland said. And took the borrowed wheelchair out of the car.

Later that night Bridget couldn't sleep. No matter how hard she tried, something bad always came up. The only things she brought home with her were the letter and the flowers. The flowers were still as beautiful as they were when Lena handed them to her. There was something that told her to write a letter back to Eric. After a really long time, she finally decided to write a letter back.

Dear Eric,

I have so much I want to tell you. Yet, I don't want to write or call, or do anything that contains you. But I feel like I have to reply. I feel like there are some things you should know.

First of all, I don't hate you… I can't hate you. It's just impossible. As much as I want to. Then this isn't entirely your fault. But I don't think I can love you anymore either. I can't hate you, but I can't love you either. Maybe we should just live our separated lives. And if we ever meet again, then we'll just take it from there…

I was very surprised to hear that you weren't married, and were not expecting any children with her. (I don't feel like mentioning her name. I hate her more than anything in the world. And never wish to hear, or see her again.) Even though, you're not married and all that. That really doesn't change much. Or maybe the fact that the chances of us getting together again, sometime in the future, is bigger. But right now I really can't imagine being with you again. But I don't know what happens in the future, so I can't say that we never will be together again. Right now I just can't imagine it… I hope you understand.

Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass.

I think you should know that I might never be able to play soccer again. My legs were heavily injured in the accident. And I might never be able to walk, run or play any sports anymore. The doctors just took a test last day, and maybe… They can fix it. But the chances are not exactly big. So I would rather not have the biggest hope and then get that disappointed, instead I just take it easy, a not get that disappointed. I'll take one day at a time. Luckily I have my friends and my dad here, so I think I'll be fine.

Of course it would be a lie to tell you, that I can easily except that my biggest dream of becoming a big soccer player may never come true. But what has happened is the truth; it's nothing I can change. So as much as I want to. I can't… I just have to look at the positive things in life. Such as my friends, and family.

Goodbye Eric. Maybe we'll run into each other someday in the future, but so far. Goodbye.

Have a nice life…

Bridget.

Bridget had one thing she didn't mention. The baby. Now that he was gone. And they probably never would meet again; there was no point in mentioning it. It was probably very unfair. But she would really love to end that chapter of her life. It wasn't anything pleasant…

A/n: Okay, not a cliff hanger. But please tell me what you think anyway!