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JewelsMaroon 5: Thanks for your compliment (: I'm guessing that you've seen the movie since you know that he's good looking… Well I totally agree:p And yes, Bridget's dad has been a terrible father! But that might change… Please review again!

At Eric's:

Eric was a school. After class his teacher wanted to see him.

"Eric, what is going on with you lately? Your essays and work's are really bad lately. The research's not done well enough, and most of it makes no sense. You went from A and B's – to C and D's. Is it soccer, have you been practicing a lot lately or is it something else?" His teacher asked and looked directly at him.

"Ehm… No it's just I've been working for the last 6 months…" Eric couldn't finish cause his teacher interrupted him.

"So in 6 months you forget everything?"

"No some thing just happened. A friend of mine was involved in an accident 6 months ago. And recently I got a letter from her. She told me that she might never be able to walk again. So, I just feel…" Once again, not allowed to finish.

"That is not an excuse Richman." His teacher said.

"I know. I'll make sure to focus, and do some more research." Eric said. He did want to focus, and all that. But after that letter he just couldn't stop thinking about Bridget.

"You better; I hope you'll find a way to balance your school along with your personal life. Otherwise, maybe you should take a break. You can continue again, when you can find out how to balance your school along with your personal life." His teacher suggested.

"No, that won't be necessarily." He answered.

At Bridget's (Surgery day)

Bridget just finished packing. Her father would be home in a half an hour. He would take her to the hospital. Be there when she was going in, and when she came out again. He promised that. While Bridget sat in her own mind the doorbell rang. Bridget couldn't open the door cause she was upstairs. So the maid opened the door. Bridget's father had hired a maid to help Bridget out while she couldn't walk by herself. Anyway it was Lena, Carmen and Tibby. They also wanted to be there for her.

A while after the three girls came, her father arrived.

"C'mon girls. The hospital's waiting." Mr. Vreeland yelled.

"We'll be right there" Lena yelled back.

They got Bridget down the stairs, into the car, and drove towards the hospital.

The hospital:

"Hello Bridget. Just in time. The nurse will help you in that room over there. You'll have to change clothes." The doctor said and pointed them towards a room.

"Thanks." Bridget said.

Bridget changed clothes and lied down on a bed. The nurses came in and started to lead her into the surgery room. Before she got in, she talked to her father and her three best friends.

"Good Luck Bee." They all said.

"Thanks." Bridget replied.

"Just relax Sweetie. We'll be here when you get out." Mr. Vreeland said.

Bridget smiled and got in.

Hours later:

The doctor came out. He looked very exhausted.

"How is she?" Mr. Vreeland asked.

"Well…" After a moment of silence. He began again: "There were complications…"

"What! What happened, how is she now?" They all asked nervously.

"She's stable, but we can not assure you that she'll be able to walk. She began bleeding during surgery, which meant that we couldn't finish what we started. So right now we don't really know if the surgery helped her at all."

"But she is stable, and will stay stable right?" Mr. Vreeland asked. He had to be 100 percent sure.

"Yes, she is, and will be stable." The doctor said.

"Well, can we see her?" The girls asked.

"Yes of course, but please give the nurses a minute to take her to her room." The doctor said and walked away.

"Oh God, please… Please let Bee walk again!" Lena prayed.

Bridget really had to recover. Her biggest dream was to become a big soccer player. How was she gonna accomplish that when she couldn't walk, or run? Carmen thought.

A few minutes later they entered Bridget's room. She was asleep.

They waited for hours before Bridget finally woke up.

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

"I'm fine. How did the surgery go?" Bridget asked.

"Listen, Bridget. I don't want you to take this too hard. But the doctor said that there were some complications. You began to bleed during surgery. But there's still a small chance. They did operate you. But weather it worked or not is still unknown…" Mr. Vreeland Said.

Bridget started crying. She really hoped.

"Well, when will erhm… When will we find out?" Bridget asked nervously.

"The doctors took x-rays again. The results will be out in a few hours, or maybe in a day." Her father answered.

Before Bridget could say more Mr. Vreeland's cell phone rang. He went outside to pick it up.

"Hello Vreeland speaking."

It was his secretary. He had a meeting.

"I'm sorry Caitlin, but my daughter just woke up. Can you cancel for me? She really needs support right now." Mr. Vreeland asked Caitlin.

"Of course, is she alright?" Caitlin asked. And Mr. Vreeland started explaining everything. While he was speaking, a nurse came by and told him to turn off his cell.

"Look Caitlin I gotta go." Just reschedule a new meeting." He said and hung up.

Mr. Vreeland entered the room again. Bridget was in a better mood.

The next day the girls came again. They arrived first, and around 1 p.m. Her father arrived. Barely a minute later the doctor knocked on the door and entered.

"Oh, Mr. Vreeland good thing, you're here. We have the x-ray results…"

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