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Sunlight spilled through the window of Lizzy's hospital room as she sat, drawing with her sketch pad laid out on the swiveling table connected to the bed. She felt considerably better than she had in the past few days, due to the amount of visits from family members and the improvements on her condition. She was happy to be drawing again, although having a cast on her wrist made it difficult. However, it kept her occupied when she was alone or wasn't able to sleep late at night.

There was a small knock on the door courtesy of Lucy, who was announcing her presence before entering the room. Lizzy looked up from her drawing and smiled.

"Hey." Lucy sat down on the edge of the bed, and Lizzy closed the sketch pad, pushing the table out of the way. The teen noticed that her mother's smile was noticeably brighter today--something was definitely up. "What's going on?"

"Well, it just so happens that I have some good news…"

"Oh, yeah? There isn't any bad news attached to this, is there?"

"Nope."

"Really? Okay, good. Tell me."

"The doctor is letting you go home today," Lucy said brightly. "And…"

"And?" Lizzy prompted.

"Paul is out of the ICU and doing very well. He'll have to stay in the hospital another week or so, but…you'll be able to visit him before we go."

Lizzy's smile got brighter, if that was even possible. Her cerulean eyes lit up, the life within them more vibrant than they had been since the accident. Knowing that Paul was okay, and that he was going to recover and be just fine gave her a strong feeling of hope that she hadn't had before.

"Your father is bringing over some clothes for you to change into," Lucy continued. Lizzy smirked, amused at the thought of her father trying to pick out an outfit for her to wear. "I'll take you up to Paul's room before he gets here."

"Can we go now? Please?" Lizzy begged, sticking out her lower lip. Lucy, who couldn't ever resist that face, rolled her eyes. Some things never change.

"You know, you made that exact same face when you were little?"

"Mom…"

"All right, all right. We can go now, if that's what you want."

"Of course it is!"

Lucy got to her feet, and brought over the wheelchair that had been sitting in the corner of the room ever since Lizzy's last visit to Paul. She had told Lizzy's nurse that she was going to take her daughter to see her friend, so the nurse wouldn't freak out if she came and saw that she was gone. Lucy gingerly helped the eighteen-year-old--who was still quite sore almost everywhere--into the wheelchair before the two of them left the room. They took the elevator up a floor and went down a maze of hallways to get to Paul's room.

As Lizzy and Lucy approached the doorway, Lizzy silently prayed that Paul was awake. She wanted nothing more than to talk to him; to see with her own eyes that he was okay. Lucy reached out and knocked on the door that was slightly ajar.

"Come in." said a familiar, albeit hoarse voice. Lizzy shared a glance with her mother, and Lucy wheeled her into the room. Paul's bed was elevated so that he was sitting up somewhat--as best as someone who was recovering from surgery could, at least. To Lizzy, it was good to see him returning to his old self, free of breathing machines and tubes. Paul, meanwhile, was happy to see his girlfriend, whom he hadn't spoken to since the night of the accident. He smiled when Lucy pushed the wheelchair over to him, placing her by his bedside.

"I'll give you two some space," Lucy told them. Then to Lizzy, she said, "I'll be back in a little while." Lizzy nodded and watched her mother leave before turning to her boyfriend. They smiled at each other, sharing a silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. Because, really, what does one say after going through an ordeal such as this?

Lizzy looked at him, and suddenly, she felt hot tears running down her face. Maybe she was happy, or maybe she was sad--she wasn't really sure. Concerned, Paul reached over and took Lizzy's hand in his, and rubbed circles into the back of her palm.

"Please don't cry, Lizzy." He seemed to know what she was crying about. She was upset over the accident, and for whatever reason, she felt guilty.

"I-I'm sorry." she cried, trying to wipe away the tears.

"None of this is your fault."

"But I--"

"Lizzy, you have no reason to blame yourself for what happened, okay?" he reassured her. "We're both gonna be all right. Trust me."

And she did. Lizzy did trust him. She needed him to tell her they were okay--that's what she needed all along. He was always the one to keep her going, and optimistic. Without him, she knew she wouldn't have made it to New York in the first place, let alone successfully find her parents.

Lizzy brushed away the last of her tears, and Paul smirked. After a moment or two, he broke the silence. "I can't believe we managed to ruin two of Charlie's most expensive cars." She laughed nodding.

"Leave it to us, huh?"

"It's a known fact--we're a couple of troublemakers. Always have been."

"We weren't voted 'Double Trouble' in grade school for nothing…"

Paul laughed. "Exactly," he agreed. Changing topics, he said, "So, when are they letting you go?"

"Today, actually," she replied. "I won't be able to do anything for awhile. My mom said that neither of us will go back to school until finals."

"Great," Paul groaned. "Just in time for exams. Doesn't it figure?"

Lizzy nodded. "Well, once you get out of here, and I'm feeling better, I'll come over and study with you, as per tradition."

"Sounds like a plan," he answered. "So, what are you gonna do to occupy yourself for the next couple weeks?"

"I have no idea. My entire family is here, so I probably won't be too bored. I'll think of something…"

"Your family is here?"

"Yeah, they all flew in to see me--everyone except Julia and her fiancé. Their flight gets in the morning of graduation. And everyone else is staying at the Harrisons' until then, too. I'm guessing the house is going to be crazy…"

"I can only imagine," Paul laughed. "I mean, that house is pretty big, but there isn't enough bedrooms to fit everyone. So, I wouldn't be surprised if you went home to find people sleeping in the most random spots."

"Uh-huh," Lizzy smirked. "God…I can't believe we're graduating next month."

"Yeah," Paul said, his tone not carrying as much enthusiasm as Lizzy's. There was a hint of underlying sadness in his voice. "I can't believe it."

It had been a week. A long, and somewhat boring week. Well, not exactly boring…it was just that Lizzy was getting extremely restless. She was under strict orders from her doctor to not do anything too strenuous, and as a precaution, Lucy had advised her to stay in bed, only getting up when absolutely necessary. She was going crazy. Her family was here, and she couldn't really visit with them to the extent that she might've liked. What was worse was that the weather outside was beautiful--she would've given anything to go to the beach. But, unfortunately, she was stuck on bed rest for at least another week.

Michelle had painted her fingernails and toenails twice. She had played with Max and his action figures several times. Eleanor and Lizzy had spent an afternoon making up stories, and Lizzy had discussed music and bands with Jimi for a good hour and a half one day. She'd drawn pictures and cartoons until she filled up an entire sketch pad and had blisters on her fingers from using the pencil for too long. She had talked to Paul--he was home from the hospital now--on the phone almost every day for close to a half hour. But, she was itching for something else to do.

She'd asked JoJo if he could teach her to play guitar--something she'd been meaning to ask him for awhile. He seemed happy about the idea; Lizzy didn't know that he had wanted to teach her to play when she was little.

"I'd love to," he'd said. "but it'd be kinda hard…ya know, with your wrist in a cast."

"Yeah." Lizzy had agreed. She hadn't really thought that through. Drawing was one thing, but playing an instrument was something entirely different.

"I'll tell ya what…I'll teach ya when we go back to New York."

So, that had eventually been decided upon. But that didn't help Lizzy right now.

In the end, Lizzy had settled on doing homework, simply because there wasn't anything left to do and it needed to be done anyway. It was mostly review for finals; packets and review sheets that both Lucy and Jude had taken turns picking up from Lizzy's high school. They had decided to take up that particular task, since they had never been to the school and had never met any of Lizzy's teachers.

Lizzy had been working on her math review sheet on the Tuesday of her second, agonizing week on bed rest when Jude came in.

"Yer art teacher called," he declared. "H was wonderin' if it was possible for someone to pick up your artwork, so I'm headin' over there now."

"Lucky you," Lizzy joked. "You get to see my painting first."

Jude walked down the hallway, slowly approaching the art room. The halls were vacant; the day had ended, so most of the students had gone home. He entered the art studio, the familiar smell of paint and charcoal assailing his nostrils. The room was a good size; there were art supplies stored all around the space, and easels were either standing to hold a painting or folded up and set against a wall. Some of the students' finished pieces were displayed on the walls as well. Jude spotted Lizzy's art teacher in the back of the room, sifting through a file cabinet.

"'ello?" Jude called. Mr. Henderson turned around.

"Oh, hi…sorry about that," Mr. Henderson said, making his way over to Jude. "You must be Mr. Feeny, Lizzy's dad."

"Yeah."

"Robert Henderson," the older man said, shaking Jude's hand. "I had the privilege of teaching your daughter for the past four years. She's a very talented artist--one of my best students."

"Thank you."

"I was just getting her work together," Mr. Henderson went over to a nearby table, gesturing to Lizzy's portfolio that he had laid out. "Back here is the painting she did--the one that I put into the student art show." Jude followed him to the back of the classroom, where the painting sat on an easel.

He was instantly astonished. The painting was beautiful; the detail was amazing, the colors were vivid, and the creativity and symbolism was stunning. He immediately recognized the three people in the painting--the man standing on the earth was himself, the woman floating among the clouds was definitely Lucy, and the girl in between them was Lizzy. The phrases underneath each of them helped add to the symbolism of the painting, too.

"What was the assignment?" Jude asked.

"They were supposed to paint something that's important to them."

Jude nodded, understanding. Lizzy finding Lucy and Jude--and ultimately finding out who she really was--had been important to her. She had been very proud to accomplish that.

"Is Lizzy the only artist in the family?" Mr. Henderson asked, curious.

Jude laughed. "No," he answered. "I do a bit of art meself."

"Ah, so that's where the talent comes from…"

"Apparently." Jude shrugged, ever humble.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Feeny. Tell Lizzy I tope she feels better, and I'll see her at graduation."

"I will," Jude said. "Thank you, sir." He carefully lifted the painting from the easel and gathered up Lizzy's portfolio to take back with him.

When he got to the Harrisons' house, most of the adults were in the living room, while the kids were off in different parts of the house, hopefully not getting into too much trouble, or breaking anything that looked expensive. Little Max had already broken a vase that Mrs. Harrison graciously claimed afterward that it was 'okay', and then proceeded to clean up the mess without a big deal.

"Oh, you got Lizzy's artwork," Lucy said, once she saw her husband walk into the room with a huge piece of canvas and a folder containing a pretty large stack of papers. "Let's see them."

Jude set the canvas painting against one of the tables so everyone could look at it, and he placed the portfolio on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Sadie, JoJo, Rita and Val poured over the folder of drawings first, admiring the detail and the varying methods of shading and mediums used. Meanwhile, Lucy, Max, and Prudence stared at the painting, awestruck. None of them had had a chance to see any of Lizzy's work in this sort of capacity before.

"Holy shit," was Max's response, of course. He let out a low whistle. "I dunno, man," he said, looking at Jude with a smirk plastered on his face, "She's givin' you a run for your money." Jude only shook his head, laughing.

"Wow." Lucy said, her fingers tracing over the woman with flowing, blond hair in the painting, and recognizing it as herself. The likeness of herself--as well as Jude and Lizzy--was amazing.

Prudence smiled, pointing to the earth where Jude stood. She found that the land painted on it was a rough outline of the United Kingdom, to symbolize where Jude had come from, and Lizzy's own newfound heritage.

"That's so cool." she giggled.

Sadie got up to have a look for herself. She turned to Lucy and Jude, a knowing smile on her face. "She's going to make a hell of an art teacher."

A/N: Hope you all liked it! Please review! I don't have a trivia question this time, but I could use your help. I need you guys to think of a Beatles-related last name for Paul…it would help me out a lot, because I need it for the graduation--which is the next chapter! I can't believe they're graduating…tear…haha.