Since Donna had let Kelso and Fez go before, and Jackie wasn't anywhere to be seen, she took her chance and went inside. Hyde was sleeping away...or was unconscious, she couldn't tell.
The tall red haired lady took the former seat of her boyfriend, and watched through teary eyes as her friends chest gently went up and down with each breath. Donna totally bought into the whole talking to the patient thing. Not something Hyde would have, but she did. She was big on being there when needed most. And she definitely felt needed by someone right now. She guessed that someone was Hyde.
Donna smiled at the thought of their bizarre friendship. At first they were just friends, pals. She was one of the guys to him and the others. But afterwards...he'd developed feelings for her. But she couldn't return them. It wasn't as if she didn't care for Steven...but she'd known all along that she loved his best friend instead.
It tugged at Donna's heart, knowing that she was the cause of fights between Hyde and Eric. And she realized that she played a part in Hyde's nontrusting ways about people. His parents had left him, and she had taken away his best friend! She felt like a criminal who'd stolen the most valuable treasure in the entire world and smashed it.
Thank God for Jackie! Donna had noticed the sudden...pep in Hyde's step when Jackie was around. Sure the brunette was annoying as hell, but she was Donna's best friend! And...well...ever since Jackie had gotten back together with Hyde he hadn't worn his sunglasses as much. Sure, he still wore them all the time, but not as much. Sunglasses hide emotion, and Hyde wasn't big on emotions. But thankfully, he was taking small steps in self improvement. And Donna could only award that honor to Jackie Burkhart.
So this was it, she was just going to sit here instead of talk. Memories flooded through Donna's mind of her and Hyde's past together. She smiled, remembering a birthday party or two, but the thought that really struck her was when she was on the 8th grade journalism staff.
"I let you read my stories..." Donna said quietly, crossing her legs at the ankles. "I was scared that you'd think they were too sappy, or too girly...I wanted to be tough like you and Eric...er-you at least." She laughed a little at her small joke. "And you read them...and re-read them...and read them again...you kept asking for more. Like, they were actually good or something."
Donna looked down at her hands. "And so I kept writing...and I found my passion...what I really wanted to do." She looked up, tears in her eyes. She sniffed and wiped them away. "And it was because you gave me confidence...you praised me when I thought I wasn't good enough...you let me believe that I could do it...just like I know you can do this...you can pull through...you gotta pull through...We need you...Steven."
