After It All

Ch. 4: After It All

Author's Note: See, told ya I'd be quick. So, here it is. The last chapter. It's been fun, sports fans. Pay attention! Changing POV's. My bipolar writing... I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: Once more, don't own That 70's Show. Damn it..

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It was two weeks before Dr. Jackson let Steven leave the hospital. I never left his side, even when he slept. He has to sleep on the couch because he had broken his leg in the accident, so now he's confined to a cast and wheelchair. It was quite a chore, luging the wheelchair up the stairs, few as there are. Mr. Foreman says he's gonna build a ramp tomorrow to make the house more accessible to Steven.

I watch him as he sleeps, and I can't help but smile. He finally looks okay, healthy even. I knew he was a fighter. I stand up from the chair I had been sleeping in and gently kiss his forehead. "I love you, Steven,"

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I can only watch helplessly as Jackie kisses me. It's too late. I'm gone. She had slept through the seizure I went through, which was caused by a blood clot in my leg that traveled to my brain. She might've been able to save me if she had woken up a minute later, but now... God, it's not fair! After everything I went through, that she went through, it was all for nothing. Damn it! Oh, Jackie, I never wanted to do this to you. I love you. I always will.

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My eyebrows knit together at the feeling of Steven's skin. It's so cold. "Steven?" I set a hand on his forehead. It's freezing, like- "Steven?" I say again, more panicked this time. I shake him gently. "Steven?!" I shake him harder. I set a trembling hand on his neck, searching for a pulse. "Steven!" I scream, tears biting my eyes. I hear the Foreman's come running down the stairs.

"Jackie? What's wrong?" I barely hear Mrs. Foreman. My eyes are locked on Steven's face.

"He's not breathing! He's-" I cut off, not wanting to believe my own realization.

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I run to the couch as Kitty gently leads Jackie away. Eric simply sits down heavily on the stairs, eyes wide and unseeing. As I go to check for a pulse I notice that my hand is shaking. I force it still and gently press on the side of Steven's throat. Nothing. Oh, god. I drop into my chair, tears forming in my eyes. "Eric, go call an ambulance," I know it's no use. They can't do anything, but at least they can take the- Eric practically runs into the kitchen, his eyes shimmering. I can hear Jackie and Kitty crying in the den. Eric's sobs soon join them. My eyes fall on Steven again, and I can't hold it back anymore. I bury my face in my hands and let my cries join the others. I don't care anymore.

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Well, whatcha think? Sorry if it's sorta short. It's late. Also, sorry to the Hyde fans. I just had to kill him. Hey, I'm one of you! I just also love tragedy. I'm so twisted.