Forget You – Chapter Eighteen – The Return of Stephanie Tanner

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"I know what I have to do. Mom, I love you."

Michelle was bent over her sister's bed when a frantic beeping filled the room. Her head instantly snapped upright and she froze as she saw the monitor connected to her sister begin to flat line.

Within seconds, nurses burst into the room, one gently grabbing onto Michelle's arm to guide her gently out of the room. At the feeling of being moved, she snapped back to reality, "What's happening to my sister?" She cried out.

"We don't know, sweetie," The nurse tried to reassure her. "Why don't you wait with your family and I'll let you know as soon as I can what is happening, okay?"

The nurse was talking to her as if she was a small child, but at that moment, Michelle felt almost as if she was a small child. She plopped into the open seat next to her other sister, instantly drawing her legs to her chest and resting her head on her knees.

Danny was talking to the nurse, who was trying to calmly explain the situation to him. D.J. just wrapped her arms around the younger girl's shoulders in an effort to distract herself from the frantic movements in the surrounding world.

"Come on!" The doctor cried as he performed chest compressions on the blonde woman on the bed. "Do not make me go out there and tell them they've lost you again."

He paid no attention to the others in the room as they tried to help him. Very quickly he realised that he was going to need the defibrillator. Two paddles were thrust into his hands as he charged and administrated the shock.

It took several attempts, but the work paid off. The frantic beeps that had been echoing around the room calmed to a steady collection every few moments.

Stephanie's eyes began to flicker as she began to regain consciousness. When she first opened her eyes, they were quickly snapped shut again due to the brightness of the room.

Ever so slowly, she began to open them again. This time, the light wasn't as painful and she managed to open her eyes most of the way. As they began to focus, Stephanie managed to make out the figure of a doctor standing next to her.

Her next was stiff as she turned it to meet the man's dark eyes.

The doctor smiled a little, seeing her become a little more responsive, "Hello, Stephanie."

"H-hello," Her reply was strained as her throat ached, dry from not being used for however long she was out of it.

"I need to do a few tests to see if there was any lasting damage," He informed her. "Also, my name's Lucas, I've been taking care of you while you've been here and until you eventually leave us."

Stephanie nodded, watching the man move around as he began to test things such as her memory etc. By the time he got down to her legs and asked her to move her toes in her left foot, they hit the brick wall.

"I-I can't," She croaked out, beginning to panic.

Lucas wrote down a few notes onto the clipboard before turning back to Stephanie, "We're going to have to run some tests to find out what the exact problem is here, but – and I don't want to get your hopes up – there is a chance that this could be temporary."

Once he had left the room to get everything ready, Stephanie was left to her own thoughts. Her first reaction was the urge to cry. A few tears did manage to break through the barrier, but they were quickly dried up by her next thoughts.

She could have been worse off. She could have ended up with no memory of anything and be back in the same position as she was nineteen years ago. She could be dead.

Yet she wasn't.

She was alive.

She was breathing.

The loss of the use of her legs would be nothing compared to losing her life. Of course, it would have major setbacks to her day-to-day life, but it was nothing that she couldn't get used to. It's not like she would have a choice anyway.

But the doctor had told her that it might not even be a permanent thing. There was a chance that she would regain the use of her legs, that she would be able to move around again.

Lucas walking back into the room drew her out of her thoughts, forcing her to put her attention on him.

"Let's find out what's happening here, shall we?"

Stephanie had temporarily lost use of her legs. But temporary didn't mean that she couldn't ever walk again.

She was once again in her room, sitting up slightly and waiting for the nurse to return with her family.

In all honesty, she had forgotten that they would have been there. And suddenly she was filled with worry. She hadn't seen her true family in nineteen years. Of course, she had seen them during the time she had lost her memory, the time that she was Emma Wright. But that wasn't as Stephanie Tanner.

There was a sharp knock on the door, followed by it opening. They had moved her out of the ICU but were still keeping her separated from the rest of the patients, just in case something went wrong.

"Your sisters are here," She told Stephanie, stepping aside to allow Michelle and D.J. to enter. The two seemed to be stood frozen in the doorway.

They had seen Stephanie before; they had been friends with her for months now. But now they were looking at her as Stephanie.

The cuts and bruises that littered her face along with the bandages didn't deny the fact that they were looking at the third Tanner girl. Nobody moved for what seemed to be hours until D.J. took the first steps, moving towards her younger sister.

She flung her arms around Stephanie, the latter quickly wrapping her arms around D.J. in return. Michelle dashed across the room after coming back to her senses and joined in the group hug that had formed.

Everything was finally looking up.

They had told her that she would be able to start the therapy in six weeks time, once her injuries had had time to heal a little.

After that, it took two months to take her first unaided steps.

Within a year, Stephanie was able to walk by herself once more.

Things were defiantly looking up.

Oh look, the ending of this story, finally. Well, kind of. There's one more chapter to come (probably sometime this week) but then it's all done. This chapter has to be the worst one of all, but I think I've lost motivation to write anymore. The part where Stephanie loses the use of her legs had always been a part of the plot line, but I couldn't write it in right, so I ended up scraping the top of the idea. I have no idea if anything I mentioned is medically correct, but I'm sure you have an imagination. Thank you for 102 reviews! I've never in my life had this many responses to anything I've written but you guys seem to love this story! I finished my GCSEs and managed to get myself a part-time job, so that means I get to write for you guys! I'm sure I'll have a new idea for you once I've finished the rest of my stories :)