After It All
Ch. 2: Miracles
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. A lot of mixed thoughts about how the story should continue, but mostly positive. Yay! Finally gave the doctor a name. Dr. Jackson, in honor of my fave man, Daniel Jackson, from Stargate SG-1
Disclaimer: Don't own "That 70's Show". Damnit.
***
Dr. Jackson threw all of his weight onto the young man's chest, not caring if he broke a few ribs, just caring if his patient lived.
"Doctor? Doctor!"
"What?!" He snapped at the nurse.
"It's been thirty minutes. He's gone." The surgeon's efforts slowed, then ceased.
"All right. Call it," He pulled off his gloves and threw them off to the side with an audible "damnit!". He left the room, pulling off his scrubs and trying to figure out how he was going to tell this to the family.
***
I stared blankly at the floor, swept up in my own haze. The hospital had disappeared around me and instead I was in Donna's room, listening to Steven tell me he loves me and then hearing my own acidic reply. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Jackie?" I snapped out of it and looked up. Donna held a soda out to me. I took it with a grateful smile.
"Thanks," She sat down beside me, cradling her own can in her hands.
"Heard anything?"
"No," I stared at the can this time. "Where're the others?" I didn't really hear my own question.
"Kelso and Fez went home," She replied. "Eric and his parents went to get something to eat," I nodded reflexively. "Jackie?" I could feel her staring at me. My eyes met hers. "He's gonna be okay. I know it," I said nothing.
***
My entire body tensed when I heard his voice. "Look, he's my son! I demand to see him!"
"Bud," I stated, barely keeping the digust out. He turned toward me.
"Oh, Red," He sighed. "Hey, do you know where Steven is?"
"Surgery," I answered evenly. Kitty and Eric stayed a safe distance behind me. Smart.
"Surgery? Damnit," He sighed again, shaking his head. "Do you know how much that's gonna cost?" My jaw clenched. Cost? His son was fighting for his life and he was worried about the bill?!
"He would've died without it," I hissed. Bud didn't know how to answer this. "Besides, what do you care?!"
"I care plenty! He is my son!" I could feel every eye in the place on us, but I didn't care. I was not going to let this bastard hurt Steven again.
"Well, that didn't keep you from leaving him before, did it?" My hands curled into fists.
"I-well- I have a right to see him!" He spat out, flustered.
"You gave up that right when you abandoned him!" I screamed into his face. "I will never let you near him again, you son of a bitch! And if you so much as try to call him, I will call the cops, and if they won't do anything about it then, so help me, I will," Bud glared at me, then, with nothing else to say, stormed out with a huff. I glared daggers into his departing back and didn't relax until he disappeared. I turned to Kitty and Eric, who were staring at me, surprised. "Come on," I muttered, gesturing toward the waiting room.
***
I had heard Mr. Foreman yelling from the waiting room, and I could tell who he was yelling at. I silently thanked him. Steven hadn't talked much about his parents, but whenever I forced it out of him I could see the contempt in his eyes. Donna and I looked up when the Foreman's entered. I caught Mr. Foreman's eye and mouthed 'thank you' for Steven. He smiled slightly and sat down. Then, Dr. Jackson came in. We all jumped to our feet.
"You might want to sit down," He said gravely. The others obliged, but I remained on my feet. My heart froze in my chest.
"He's dead, isn't he," I stated, my eyes fixed on the doctor's face. He started to say something, than thought the better of it and simply nodded.
"I am so sorry, but his injuries were just, too severe..." I didn't hear what he said. Tears sprang to my eyes and I slowly sank to my knees.
"No..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "He can't..."
Donna gently set a hand on my shoulder. "Jackie-"
"No! Nononononononono..." I clamped my hands over my ears and began rocking back and forth, repeating 'no' over and over. Suddenly, someone clamped onto my wrists and wrenched my hands from my ears. I opened my eyes.
"He's gone, Jackie," Mr. Foreman said softly, his own eyes shimmering.
"But...I need him," I whispered, pleading. He gathered me up into his arms.
"I know," He whispered. "I do, too,"
"Dr. Jackson!" I didn't open my eyes. I don't care about some other patient. The love of my life is gone. "Doctor, he's back!" My eyes snapped open.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"His heart just started," The nurse's voice teetered on excitement. "It's that miracle we were asking for," The doctor looked back at us, then went running toward the hallway.
Ch. 2: Miracles
Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. A lot of mixed thoughts about how the story should continue, but mostly positive. Yay! Finally gave the doctor a name. Dr. Jackson, in honor of my fave man, Daniel Jackson, from Stargate SG-1
Disclaimer: Don't own "That 70's Show". Damnit.
***
Dr. Jackson threw all of his weight onto the young man's chest, not caring if he broke a few ribs, just caring if his patient lived.
"Doctor? Doctor!"
"What?!" He snapped at the nurse.
"It's been thirty minutes. He's gone." The surgeon's efforts slowed, then ceased.
"All right. Call it," He pulled off his gloves and threw them off to the side with an audible "damnit!". He left the room, pulling off his scrubs and trying to figure out how he was going to tell this to the family.
***
I stared blankly at the floor, swept up in my own haze. The hospital had disappeared around me and instead I was in Donna's room, listening to Steven tell me he loves me and then hearing my own acidic reply. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Jackie?" I snapped out of it and looked up. Donna held a soda out to me. I took it with a grateful smile.
"Thanks," She sat down beside me, cradling her own can in her hands.
"Heard anything?"
"No," I stared at the can this time. "Where're the others?" I didn't really hear my own question.
"Kelso and Fez went home," She replied. "Eric and his parents went to get something to eat," I nodded reflexively. "Jackie?" I could feel her staring at me. My eyes met hers. "He's gonna be okay. I know it," I said nothing.
***
My entire body tensed when I heard his voice. "Look, he's my son! I demand to see him!"
"Bud," I stated, barely keeping the digust out. He turned toward me.
"Oh, Red," He sighed. "Hey, do you know where Steven is?"
"Surgery," I answered evenly. Kitty and Eric stayed a safe distance behind me. Smart.
"Surgery? Damnit," He sighed again, shaking his head. "Do you know how much that's gonna cost?" My jaw clenched. Cost? His son was fighting for his life and he was worried about the bill?!
"He would've died without it," I hissed. Bud didn't know how to answer this. "Besides, what do you care?!"
"I care plenty! He is my son!" I could feel every eye in the place on us, but I didn't care. I was not going to let this bastard hurt Steven again.
"Well, that didn't keep you from leaving him before, did it?" My hands curled into fists.
"I-well- I have a right to see him!" He spat out, flustered.
"You gave up that right when you abandoned him!" I screamed into his face. "I will never let you near him again, you son of a bitch! And if you so much as try to call him, I will call the cops, and if they won't do anything about it then, so help me, I will," Bud glared at me, then, with nothing else to say, stormed out with a huff. I glared daggers into his departing back and didn't relax until he disappeared. I turned to Kitty and Eric, who were staring at me, surprised. "Come on," I muttered, gesturing toward the waiting room.
***
I had heard Mr. Foreman yelling from the waiting room, and I could tell who he was yelling at. I silently thanked him. Steven hadn't talked much about his parents, but whenever I forced it out of him I could see the contempt in his eyes. Donna and I looked up when the Foreman's entered. I caught Mr. Foreman's eye and mouthed 'thank you' for Steven. He smiled slightly and sat down. Then, Dr. Jackson came in. We all jumped to our feet.
"You might want to sit down," He said gravely. The others obliged, but I remained on my feet. My heart froze in my chest.
"He's dead, isn't he," I stated, my eyes fixed on the doctor's face. He started to say something, than thought the better of it and simply nodded.
"I am so sorry, but his injuries were just, too severe..." I didn't hear what he said. Tears sprang to my eyes and I slowly sank to my knees.
"No..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "He can't..."
Donna gently set a hand on my shoulder. "Jackie-"
"No! Nononononononono..." I clamped my hands over my ears and began rocking back and forth, repeating 'no' over and over. Suddenly, someone clamped onto my wrists and wrenched my hands from my ears. I opened my eyes.
"He's gone, Jackie," Mr. Foreman said softly, his own eyes shimmering.
"But...I need him," I whispered, pleading. He gathered me up into his arms.
"I know," He whispered. "I do, too,"
"Dr. Jackson!" I didn't open my eyes. I don't care about some other patient. The love of my life is gone. "Doctor, he's back!" My eyes snapped open.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"His heart just started," The nurse's voice teetered on excitement. "It's that miracle we were asking for," The doctor looked back at us, then went running toward the hallway.
