"I thought you might like to get away from this place," Will said, gesturing at the hospital looming behind them. "I saw somewhere on the drive up."
She nodded. "You're right," she sighed. "I do."
Will kissed her cheek and asked the same question he always did. "And you haven't been hurting yourself again?" he whispered.
She beamed and stood up proudly. "Nope." She said quickly.
Will grinned at her, standing up too and taking her hand. "You really are all better. I love you," he said.
She grinned and pecked his lips. "I love you more."
Will stroked Bridget's thumb as he held her hand. "Are your suitcases inside? I can go fetch them if you like," he offered.
She points to the area where they sit, a little ways off from his car. "Right there," she directs, squinting the sun from her eyes.
Will went and opened Bridget's door for her, then fetched her suitcases and put them in the back of the car. He climbed into the driver's seat and looked over at her. "Let's hope you never have to come back here," he said.
She nods and swallows, glancing down at her feet in his Jeep. "I still don't understnad who could have sent me there..." She returns her gaze to him. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"
Will's face threatened to give him away and he had to turn from her. "Bridget, you tried to kill yourself..." he said softly.
She grimaced at memory and squeezed his hand. "Tried."
Will gulped. "Just promise me you'll never try again," he begged her. "I'll never forgive myself."
She touched his cheek and watched him. "I promise..."
Will turned back to her and stared into her eyes. "I am always here for you, ok?" he told her.
She grinned and nodded.
"Let's see about that picnic then, shall we?" Will said, starting the car and pulling out of the side road.
She pulled over her seatbelt and swayed her legs, pulling down the window and glancing outside. She closedher eyes at the wind and smiled. "I haven't seen home in so long..."
Will didn't say anything, but watched her in the mirror. She looked so beautiful, and it hurt him to think that someone like her could have become so broken. He wanted to protect her from the world, but he just didn't know how.
She rested her arms in the window and placed her head on them, looking out. She never got tired of the sight and missed it. She turned to him, her hair a mess but she dismissed it. "So where are we going fro the picnic?" she asked, smiling.