A/n: This is a repost, if you already read it, then don't read it again. The only difference from the chapter beforeand this chapter is the end. KD-Walker told me that I wasn't allowed to put any lyrics' along with my fanfiction, why? I have no idea!

Note for kd-walker684:

Okay, I removed the lyrics, but why? Is it a rule here, or something?

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Ann Brashares. Except the plot, and the persons who aren't being mentioned in Ann Brashares' books.

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It's been 2 days since the big news. Bridget was really getting tired of being at the hospital. When her father walked in, she had to tell him how much she wanted to go home!

"Dad?" Bridget asked.

"Yes, Sweetie?" Mr. Vreeland answered.

"Now that there's nothing more they can do, do I still need to be here?" Bridget asked.

"Well, if you'd like to go home instead I think that will be okay. But when you're ready you probably have to get some training, so your legs can walk again, wouldn't that be nice?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"I guess it would." Bridget said with an unconvincing tone.

"C'mon Sweetie. I know you're upset, and I know that every time no one's around you cry. But this is something that happened, not that it's okay or good in any how. But this is the truth, the awful reality. And you can't change that, I know I would do anything to help your legs recover. But now that we can't do anything we just have to, as hard as it is, we just have to be strong and positive…" Bridget's father said.

"Dad, I know you want me to be happy. I love you for that, but do you get how hard it is? It's like completely breaking my legs. What does it matter that I can walk, when I can't do the other things that I love?" Bridget said and once again began crying.

"Yes, Bridge. I know. I've been through the same pain, when your mother died… I just couldn't continue. But finally I got through it, and I know that you will do the same. It was actually just recently I hard the power to move on, that was when the accident happened. I realized that something more important was going on, other than your mothers dead, so many years ago…" He said and kissed Bridget on her forehead.

"Dad, what would mom want me to do?" Bridget said with a little voice.

"I think she would want you to recover. Maybe your legs can't completely, but you can. Your heart, your soul can recover. In fact, recover for your mother's sake. She would be happy, wherever she is."

After a while of consideration Bridget finally answered: "Okay, I'll do it, for mom…"

"I'm glad Bridge. Now, I'll go out and talk to the doctor, and see if we can get you home. In the mean time you can eat some of your food. If you don't have the strength to train, you can't recover for your mother's sake." Mr. Vreeland said with a big smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll eat…" Bridget replied.

Mr. Vreeland went out to talk to the doctor. Bridget was allowed to go home. But she had to go to a rehab-center to train her legs. And besides that, she also had to come by the hospital twice a month, for a check up. Just to make sure nothing went wrong.

When Bridget came home she lay down on her bed. It was nice to be lying on something other than the usual hospital bed. Around 30 minutes later the girls arrived.

"Hey, your dad just called and said they transferred you home." Carmen said.

"Yeah, I was getting tired of the usual bad smell and all the other bad things about the hospital. And now that, they couldn't do anything I decided to go home." Bridget answered.

"Good idea." Lena said and smiled.

"So, when do you start training?" Tibby asked.

"In a few days, I've been a bit down lately. Sorry if I said, or did anything inappropriate." Bridget apologized.

"That's okay, we understand." Lena replied.

Before they continued their conversation someone knocked on the door. It was Mr. Vreeland; he wanted to see if he could get any of them anything. Especially Bridget, the doctor said that it was important that Bridget ate enough.

"Maybe a piece of bread?" Bridget said.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Can I get any of you anything?" He asked.

"No thanks." They all said.

"Dad, I'll just get it myself." Bridget said.

"No, Sweetie. You just got home; let me get it for you." Bridget's father replied.

"Dad, you wanted me to train right? This could be a great start." Bridget answered with a little smile.

"Okay, but I'll go with you." He said and started helping Bridget down the stairs. Bridget was about to fall like 5 times, but she tried. That was all that mattered.

While they walked towards the kitchen. The three girls looked confused at each other.

"What did they do to her? She's like so motivated!" Tibby asked.

"I don't know, but does it really matter?" Carmen said and looked at Lena.

"Car's right, as long as she's going forward, nothing else matters." Lena said and thought of Eric.

Maybe they should at least give him a call or write a letter or something. After all, it did look like he really loved her, and cared about her. Maybe he would be happy to hear that Bridget was making progress. Yet, he had no idea about the legs. Or that was what Lena thought. She thought about mentioning it to Bridget, in case she wanted to tell him, but forgot to do so. Yet, she didn't want to bring Bridget in a bad mood. Lena decided not to mention anything.

2 days later:

Bridget just came home from rehab. The maid helped her upstairs in her room. Before she could do anything else the phone rang.

"Hello?" Bridget asked.

"Bee? It's Lena; I just wanna know how it went?"

"Fine, it was pretty hard, but I'm hanging in there." Bridget answered.

"Good, listen I can't come over right now, cause I've got a bunch of homework, but I'll try to stop by tonight okay?" Lena asked.

"Sure, I need to rest anyway." Bridget said.

"I'll cya then." Lena said and hung up.

After Lena called, Tibby and Carmen also called. They all wanted to apologize for not being able to stop by.

Right after ending her conversation with Carmen, her father called. He wanted to make sure that she ate enough.

After all the phone calls she turned on her stereo set. It was Delta Goodrem's song: Lost without you.

Every time she heard that song, she thought of Eric. It described how she felt sometimes. She was kinda lost without him… Suddenly she missed him so much. She wanted him by her side...

A/n: For those of you, who haven't read the chapter yet, well Please review!