A/n: I'm not sure that everyone knows this: I deleted "Authors Note" it was the first chapter, well it wasn't really a chapter. But anyway, I deleted it. And posted a new chapter.

I got an e-mail from a friend who asked when I would update again, right after updating the new chapter. I told her that before there were 8 chapters and there still are, the 8th chapter is the new one! So if you haven't read the 8th chapter yet, then read it before you read this chapter! – I know a bit confusing, but just read it before you go on to this chapter.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to Ann Brashares. More details? Look a chapter 8.

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Eric came home 5 days ago, he tried as well as he could to get back to the normal life. It was just a bit tough, different, and emotional.

He was opening the door, when he saw a bunch of letters lying on the floor. Most of the letters were bills. There was one letter without any return address. He opened the letter and began to read.

He was surprised to receive a letter from Bridget. It was an emotional letter. Bridget's dream may never come true! And it was partly his fault. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He could not imagine what would happen if he weren't able to walk or play soccer again!

Why did this have to happen to Bridget who just loved it? He wanted to be there for her. But she had written that they should live their own separated lives. She wouldn't want him to be there. Even though she didn't hate him. She probably didn't want him to be there anyway.

At Bridget's:

The days went and the doctor finally called to set up a meeting, to talk about the results.

At The doctors:

"Hello Miss and Mr. Vreeland, please have a seat." The doctor said.

"Thanks." Mr. Vreeland said and they sat down.

"Okay let's take a look at the results." He said and opened an envelope. "The x-rays show that your back wrappers are torn apart. We recommend a surgery. It might heal your legs but there's no guarantee. It's fifty-fifty. Though, I must tell you that if some thing goes wrong with this surgery. The hope of your legs to recover will be less than cero. But, if everything goes as planned you'll be able to walk again, and maybe even to play soccer again." The doctor explained.

"I'll give you some time to think about it, but we'll need some answers as soon as possible."

"Dad what do you think?" Bridget asked.

"I don't know, I think we should think about it, when we get home. This is a big decision. It needs consideration."

"Your father's right Bridget. Maybe you should consider if you're ready to give it all up, cause you'd have to if anything goes wrong. But of course we'll be doing our best. Though I would recommend the surgery, at least there's a chance. If you don't take the surgery you'll have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Which also means no walking, no soccer playing." The doctor said.

"So you're telling me, that if I take the surgery I might sit in that chair for the rest of my life. And if I don't, I'll still have to sit in that chair!" Bridget snapped.

"Yes, but that's why I'd pick the surgery."

"Fine,… I'll take it…" Bridget replied.

"Bridge, are you sure?" Mr. Vreeland asked.

"Dad I've made up my mind. As the doctor says. At least there's a chance." Bridget answered.

"Okay, we can operate next week. Come by around 2 p.m." The doctor said, and looked up from his papers.

"Thanks." Mr. Vreeland said.

"No problem." The doctor replied.

Mr. Vreeland helped Bridget back in her wheelchair.

"I despise this chair!" Bridget said.

"I know Sweetheart, but you'll probably get out of it very soon."

"And if I don't? If I have to sit in this thing for the rest of my life?" Bridget asked.

"C'mon Bridge, have a little faith. "

Bridget hated everything after the accident. Except the fact that her father and herself had gotten closer to each other. He was still a very busy man, but now he was there for her.

When Bridget came home she called her friends. They came over and talked.

"Are you sure you wanna go through with it?" Carmen asked.

"Yes, I think so." Bridget replied in silence.

"Think?" Tibby asked.

"Yeah, think. But I already said yes, so there's really no turning back."

"But Bee, the doctor's right. This is your only chance. What are you still concerned about?" Lena asked.

"I know Len. But…" Bridget thought for a moment. "You're right. This is my only chance. I should be glad to have it right?" Bridget said and tried to convince herself. If something went wrong the hope would not just be lost, but lost forever…

A/n: I know this is a short chapter, but please review anyway!