Blown Apart

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Chloe POV 

Relief and happiness is all I can think about. That's where the tears probably come from. No. That is where they come from. I just sit and hold her. The bed fits us in comfortably and I can see Beca wanted to do the same but both of us scared to sit on the other side with her missing leg. Since we have been in. Bronte hasn't spoken a word since we came in, and i don't know how much she said to Dr Grey but it i doubt it was much. Beca is grabbing her hand for dear life and we are crying and telling her how happy we are. 

"How...are you?" Bronte mumbles pulling away from me slightly. I loosen my grip but still hold on. My face drops slightly but you can't blame me i'm worried a nearly lost my baby girl, and Beca caught the look. I don't know how to feel. I know i must have come on a bit strong but after a little over a week of not being able to hold her and constantly in fear she wouldn't make it, of course i would have come on strong so would everyone. 

"I'm a lot better now you are awake!" Beca says smiling and i nod along. I'm trying to read her expression and Bronte just seems awkward. Like she doesn't know what to say to us. Or to anyone. 

"Everyone is doing good if you are were wondering." Beca says next trying to get conversation. 

"Everyone but me." Bronte says back. And i can see Beca then pull away from Bronte. She is admitting the truth. Which we are all trying to hide.

"You are doing better now though, baby. Look you are awake and that is good. Baby steps." I follow her comment trying to make her feel better but in turn made it worse. 

"Steps, i can't walk. Remember?" Bronte snaps getting herself worked up, and in turn Beca and that Beca stood up, her faced filled with anger and pain. She states she needs a minute and goes outside. I know she is stood out there crying and braking down. She needs her moment. We all will in turn.

"I do but don't think of it like that. Remember what i've told you. Come on, tell me?" I say nudging her slightly careful in not being to rough. 

"I don't know." she mumbled looking down.

"Yes you do when you sit there throwing a strop about school. And about Math and about it all being to hard and you can't do it. Then me being the super mom i am i fly over and say..." Bronte trys to hide a truthful smile thinking back on it. 

"I say you can't do it yet! Huh?" i say tickling her slightly and she giggled and it was like seeing a glimpse into the past a glimpse into before hospitals and crying all the time and constant fear and explosions. 

"Or when... Cece trys to take... 600 self...selfies and then is sitting and throwing her phone across the room every morning. Or every minute of the day." 

"Exactly, even though she looks beautiful in all of them. I tell her not yet!" 

"That is such a mom response!" 

"Good thing i'm your mom then isn't it." I say we laugh and we relax into each companies. She moves back towards me and i'm feeling like this may be okay. We grab the T.V remote and look through the channels making fun of the T.V shows and laughing and trying to forget that the real work begins now and what has happened for a least a little bit. I hope Beca comes in soon to see our smiling little girl again and her laughing and enjoying the moment, while we still have this moment. Cause for me right now that is enough.