"Jackie, hunny." Kitty Foreman nudged the frightened brunette who was sitting in a chair, biting her fingernails. "Would you like to see Steven?"

Jackie shook her head, her hair bouncing.

Kitty looked sympathetic, but stern. "I think you do."

"Mrs. Foreman," Jackie could hardly control the pain in her voice. "He's in there because of me..."

Kitty waved the statement off "Oh, don't be silly. It was an accident."

"No it wasn't!" She was crying again now. "If I hadn't bothered him into coming to my practice this wouldn't have happened." Jackie covered her face with her hands and started to shake whilst she sobbed. "This...this is all my fault. I'm supposed to be a good girlfriend, and look what I did..."

Kitty couldn't take it, this poor, poor girl! She sat in the chair next to Jackie and wrapped her arms around the teenager. Softly, she spoke "Do you love him?"

Jackie looked up, her hands lowering. "What?"

"Do you love him?" Her voice was so full of concern, and unsureness.

Jackie looked as though she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Of course I love him! How could you think that I don't?"

"Well then," Kitty smally smiled "If you love him, you'll walk through those doors and tell him that."

"But he's unconscious!" She protested.

"It doesn't matter, even if his ears can't hear you, his heart can." Kitty removed her arms and stood. "Now go."

What could she do? Mrs. Foreman was right, no matter how scared she might be Jackie had to go into that room. She slowly rose from her seat, all the while keeping her eyes on Kitty. The older woman had her hands folded in front of her chest and her eyes sparkled with soft tears as she smiled and nodded to Jackie.

This was it, she was going to go through and see him. Jackie placed a shivering hand on the knob and stared at it. She could feel her whole body screaming at her to turn back, and she almost did. Looking over her shoulder, she saw all eyes were on her. Fez looking up from his seat next to Donna, who's just came out a few short minutes ago. Kelso stood by the vending machine, his eyes red and puffy from what had obviously been from crying. Red and Eric stood side by side, the closest Jackie had ever seen them together, both looking like they were about to choke on the thumps in their throats.

And Mrs. Kitty Foreman stood in the middle of all, silently giving confidence and fear to Jackie. "Go on..." she mouthed, urging for Jackie to take that last step.

The cheerleader nodded, and turned back to that dreadful door. But this time she held courage, and with the twist of the brass knob, Jackie stepped inside.