Chapter two
Kitty walked into the psych ward after being called in; and boy was she nervous!
I don't want to do this...I don't want to be doing this behind Red's back... She went to the desk where the head nurse of the ward looked up at her. "You're here to see Stephen, right?"
Kitty nodded a little, crossing her arms over her chest as if she was cold or something. "How's he doing?"
"He's doing okay for now, we have him on a mild sedative so he won't do much but listen to you." The nurse laughed a little and Kitty forced a small smile, she hated the idea of any of her children on drugs.
"What room is he in?"
"27," The nurse mumbled, going back to her papers. Kitty's eyes widened a little, alarmed. "He's in the high-security?"
"He shot your son, Mrs. Foreman, what more of a choice did we have? When we received him he was going ballistic!"
"But it's been two weeks!"
"Apparently two weeks isn't enough to let him into minimal security. Go ahead and see him before I change my mind..."
Kitty glared a little, starting to leave. "You can't tell me what to do...I work here too..." She went down the hall to room 27, peeking through the little window on the door. She saw Stephen lying on his bed, his left arm dangling over his eyes while his right arm swung over the edge of his bed.
She walked in and knocked the door gently. "Stephen, sweetie?" Stephen removed his arm from his face and looked at her, then he sat up slowly. "Hey..." He looked horrible, his face was nearly as pale as Eric's was and there were bags under his eyes.
Kitty winced and sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Oh, honey!"
Stephen didn't move a muscle, he leaned his head on hers and closed his eyes. Kitty sighed and stroked his hair, leaning back and looked at him. "Tell me one thing...why did you do it?"
Stephen opened his eyes and shook his head, looking his bottom lip a little. "I can't tell you..."
"And why not?"
"Because I hardly know why I did it myself..."
Kitty put her head in her hands and groaned, "Well, Stephen! That's not going to go well when they put you on trial-"
"Wait," Stephen looked at her and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face. "Trial?"
Kitty turned white and her eyes grew wide, "You...weren't supposed to know about this..."
"Obviously! I'm going to jail?" Stephen wanted to stand up, wanted to move around like he always did when he got nervous like this. The drugs the nurse gave him earlier were killing that possibility.
"No, no, we don't know that!" Kitty said, prying his hands off of her wrists. "Now you listen to me, you and I are going to get through this...I promise you."
"So you're saying that Red won't help?"
"What do you expect? You shot our child." Kitty whispered, touching his cheek lightly.
"But Red hates Foreman!" Stephen snapped, pulling away and scooting to the far corner of his bed.
"You'll be surprised how an accident changes a man..." Kitty mumbled, standing up. She knew Stephen needed to calm down and relax, "Just...go to sleep, okay? I'll see you later." She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't believe how hard it was to talk to him.
Kitty was afraid something like this would happen, having his parents abandon him, it was just proof that sometimes things would just end up nasty.
Donna walked into Eric's room, holding a couple flowers in her hands. She winced when she saw him and sighed a little, dragging a chair up to his bed. "Hey..."
Eric opened his eyes a little, looking at her. "Hey," He smiled a little, reaching for her hand. "How are you?"
"I should be asking you that...but I'm holding up, I was a mess after I heard what happened."
"Me too, I've been crying for weeks!" Eric teased, laughing. He winced when the laughing hurt and he stopped. "So..."
"It's not funny, Eric. You could've died," Donna pointed out, touching his knee. Eric sighed and leaned his head back, looking at her. "But I didn't...I'm fine. The doctor said I'm healing up quite nicely and should be able to come home in a couple of days."
Donna smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. "Good..." She whispered. Eric grinned and ran his hand through her hair. "I love you..."
Donna bit her bottom lip, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I love you too.."
Jackie stood outside of Kelso's house, knocking on the door harder than usual. "MICHAEL!" She yelled, pounding on the door again. She sighed loudly and stopped, finally just opening the door and letting herself in. "Where's Michael?" She asked one of Kelso's little brothers. Trent looked up at her and grinned a little, "Hiding from you. He's in our mom's room though."
Jackie smiled, "Thanks!" And she ran up the stairs to his parent's room, opening the door. "Michael!" Kelso gasped and jumped, hiding in the closet. "Michael! I have something very important to tell you!"
"If this is about last month Jackie, I swear to God she was coming on to me!" Kelso said, walking out of the closet. Jackie waved her hand, shutting him up. "It doesn't matter who you are with, Michael, we're over. Anyway," She began, "I have something to tell you! It's about Eric and Stephen!"
Kelso's eyes got huge and he grabbed her shoulders, "They love each other...don't they?"
"NO!" Jackie shook him off and sighed, folding her arms over her chest. "Eric's in the hospital because Stephen shot him." Kelso stared at her, realizing the situation. He didn't say anything for a minute, trying to find the right words. "Is...Is Eric okay?"
"He's fine...Red told me all about it this morning, Eric should be coming home in a couple of days." She whispered, staring at the floor. Kelso nodded slowly, "Okay...and what about Hyde? What did they do to him? Is he okay?"
Jackie shook her head, shrugging. "I don't know..."
