So, I own pretty much nothing from The 70s show. I own nothing except the additional characters. I truly enjoy The 70s show. Events that occur in the 70s show may change due to new characters added. It is my first time writing and I am going with the flow. Please, leave a comment! I want to know where I can improve. English is my second language, so I am not an expert in writing but I will try my best. I definitely will update!

* I am not a professional writer. I am only writing this because I enjoy it. If you are looking for 100% professionalism, sorry to burst your bubble, but you will not find it here. I will try my best though*

All I can remember was the light beaming at me. Surrounding me was a bunch of unfamiliar faces. My body was in so much pain. I try to open my mouth, but nothing came out. "She's losing too much blood!" I heard a man said. My eyelids felt heavy, I wanted to close it. "Stay with us hunnie. You're going to be okay" a woman said. Huh? Me? I'm going to be okay?

Beep Beep Beep Beep. What's that sound? Holy crap! Is that me?

Beep Beep Beep. "We're losing her!"

Beep Beep Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep….

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times. The light from the window was hurting my eyes. Damn. Can someone close the window?

"She awakes! Dad! Linh is awake!"

My face immediately scrunch as I try to focus my eyes on the small body in front of me. Shut up! My goodness, why is he so loud.

A pale white man wearing a suit came in. He went down on one knee and lightly held my hand. "Sweetie are you okay?" His voice was deep but comforting. He had light green eyes with dark brown hair that was nicely cut and styled. There was a small mole underneath his left eye.

Wow. He is really good looking. Who in the world is he?

A man in a white coat came in. He was dark skinned with wrinkles all over his face. Is he my doctor? He flashes a small light into my eyes. "How are you feeling?" Okay. He is my doctor.

"Okay." I look at his name tag. "I feel fine Dr. Rough." Was my voice always this high?

He started checking my body then focus his attention on the good-looking man. "She will be fine, although, she does need to stay here for a few more days."

The good-looking man nod and look at me. His eyes were sad and full of regret. "Thank you, doc."

He went back to his original position next to me "Sweetie do you need anything?"

I wanted to yell at him for calling me sweetie. No one calls me that except my fiancé, but I was too tired. "Bathroom" I really need to pee. He nods and lift me up in his arms. What in the world? Was I always this easy to lift? I know I'm like 95 lbs, but I shouldn't be that easy.

He set me down in the toilet and stood there. We both stared at each other. I don't know about him but I was extremely uncomfortable. "Uhhhh can I have some privacy" His face was full of concern but he nods and head towards the door. "Call me if anything is wrong. Okay sweetie?"

What the fuk. Sweetie? Again? Whatever. I finish my business and stood up to go wash my hands. Damn. It hurts! Am I limping? Geeeez. I look in the mirror. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The door burst open. "SWEETIE WHATS WRONG"

OMG. Who? What? Huh? I put my hand on my face and continued screaming.