A/n: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry it took me that long to update. But I've been at some camp with school for a week. Boring… Anyway, here's chapter 11!
Disclaimer: Try look at chapter 8.
Note for reviewers:
Loonypadfoot1641: Really? I had no idea; I never broke any bones before. But anyway, thank you for correcting me… (:
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The doctor just entered Bridget's room. He was holding the results.
"Yes?" Mr. Vreeland asked nervously.
"Well, I think we should take a look at Bridget's legs first. Bridget, will you please try to stand up?" The doctor asked.
Bridget tried; she could stand up for about a few seconds.
"Yes, yes…" The doctor said without looking at anything but the piece of paper.
"Yes what?" Mr. Vreeland asked.
"The x-rays show that your legs can't recover 100 percent. I'm sorry… But if you train hard enough, you will be able to walk. Though, I have to admit that the changes of you being able to run or play any kinds of sports again are… Well, it's not gonna happen. Unless you intend to ruin your legs completely. Which we definitely don't recommend." The doctor said and looked sympathetic at Bridget.
Bridget was devastated.
"Are you sure?" Bridget's dad asked. He knew Bridget would be more than hurt, if that accident had crushed her dreams.
"Yes, I'm afraid so…" He apologized.
"What if I train very hard? What if…?" Bridget asked.
"I don't want to give you a false hope. I sincerely don't think that we can do anything… I'm really sorry."
She couldn't help but cry. The tears were falling down her cheek. Even Lena, Tibby or Carmen didn't know what to say. They were all speechless.
"Wait a minute. You said that Bridget began bleeding during surgery right?" Mr. Vreeland asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"Well, can't you just try to operate again? Maybe she won't bleed during the second surgery." Bridget's father suggested.
"We can't, or we don't recommend that. If we try to operate again, well then… It would be a life threatening surgery. Trust me we have thought about the options. But there is nothing to do… I'm really sorry." The doctor replied. After a moment of silence the doctor said: "I'll give you some peace." He said and walked out of the door.
The next day:
Bridget never said a word since last day, whereshe found out that her legs wouldn't recover 100 percent.
"Bee, c'mon you have to eat!" Lena said and tried to put something in her month.
"Yeah. Bee, Len's right you've got to eat. How are you gonna survive without any food?" Carmen asked.
"Listen girls, I don't think it's gonna work. Her father tried, I tried, the nurses tried. No one could get through her." Tibby said tiredly.
"I know, but we gotta try." Lena replied.
"Maybe we should call someone?" Carmen suggested.
"Like who?" Tibby asked.
"Like… I don't know, Eric!" Carmen said.
"Car!" Both Lena and Tibby yelled. They saw that Bridget also reacted.
Eric, the guy she used to love. Or maybe even still loved. God, everything was too complicated. She almost felt like her life was over. Her baby was gone, Eric was gone, and her legs would never recover 100 percent…
"Bridget?" Carmen interrupted Bridget. "Bridget, we all know that so many things have happened the past months. But promise us, you will not give up." Carmen continued.
"Yeah, Car's absolutely right. The past months have been tough. But if you train hard enough… You will be able to walk again." Lena said.
"Len, you don't get it do you? It doesn't matter weather I'll be able to walk or not. I won't be able to run, or play soccer. My lifestyle, my hobbies are been taking away from me. It's like locking me in a room, without any windows." Bridget said and started crying.
"I do understand Bee, I do. I've never had to the through that same as you, but I can't imagine what I would do if I weren't able to draw or paint again. I really couldn't imagine what I would do. Maybe kill myself or something. But Bee, I know that you wouldn't. Cause you're strong. Too strong to do something that stupid…" Lena said and looked compassioned at Bridget.
"I'm not strong Len, I'm weak. I'm in this huge, black hole! And I might not be able to get up again…" Bridget replied.
"If you can't get up by yourself, we're here to help you. So is your father. We're here, just remember that." Tibby said.
A/n: I know this is a short chapter, but I'll post the next chapter like, later today or maybe tomorrow. So don't get too disappointed.
