Tiny Dancer

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the 'That 70's Show' characters.

Summary: See 'Where Is Your Heart?'

Authors note: The song this chapter is 'Tiny Dancer' by Elton John.

-Foreman Basement-

Everyone was in complete shock. They had all led seemingly sheltered lives and none of them had ever gotten seriously hurt. Donna got up out of her seat and put on her jacket. "Where are you going?" Eric croaked through the emotion that he felt lumped in his throat.

"I'm going to the hospital. She's my best friend." With that Donna walked out into the rainy night.

"She's right, we should all go. She's our friend." Kelso said standing up. Fez took his lead.

"I'll go up and tell my mom what happened. Maybe she could help." Eric ran up the basement steps to the kitchen.

-Intensive Care Unit-

There were throngs of people rushing around to help the sick, but Hyde didn't look at any of them. He had his mind set on Jackie and he would do anything to find her. "Can I help you sir?" a female voice asked from behind him.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Jaclyn Burkhardt. She's a patient." The nurse nodded and directed him straight to her room.

He walked down the hall cautiously and pushed the door back even more carefully. There she was. She looked like she was asleep. She had bruises marring her skin all over. She was going to have a scar above her right eyebrow, and had a scratch on her left cheek. The only sound in the room were the soft beeps of the heart monitor.

Hyde sat in a chair near her bed and felt hot tears come to his eyes. There was only one time that he had cried and that had been when Bud left. This was different. Jackie was here. She was right in front of him. But she wasn't. He didn't know if she was going to come back. He didn't know if he was ever going to hear her voice again. He didn't know if he was ever going to taste her lips again. He didn't know a lot but he knew he couldn't be without her. Hyde couldn't believe that he had had the strength to tell her to leave. Now he didn't have the strength to be ten feet away from her side. Hyde reached over and picked up Jackie's bruised and battered hand and held it up to his lips. "Please come back to me." He pleaded with anyone that would listen. His tears fell down his cheeks freely now.

"Hyde?" A tentative voice asked from the door.

Hyde cleared his throat and wiped his tears away. "Yeah."

"Hey," Donna said coming in and walking over to the bed. She leaned over and kissed Jackie's forehead. "Hey brat." Donna rubbed Jackie's bruised arm. "You remember how you said that one day you would make Hyde cry? Well you did it." Donna never took her eyes off the little girl lying in the hospital bed.

"This is one of those times that I wish she was yelling at me." Hyde kissed the top of Jackie's knuckles. "I wish she were mad at me, or not talking to me, god, I wish anything right now. I just want her to wake up." Donna reached over and put her hand on his shoulder.

"She'll wake up. She's too stubborn not to."

"I just… I can't be without her."

"Are you Mr. Hyde?" A man in a white lab coat asked walking into the room.

"Yeah."

"I'm Dr. Harris. I'll be Jaclyn's doctor here. From what we've learned she is in a mild a coma, meaning she has a 75 chance of coming into consciousness. If she does wake up she has a small chance of amnesia."

"Would she remember me?" Hyde asked worriedly.

"That's the thing about the brain. We don't know. She might and she might not. The amnesia is a very small chance, you shouldn't worry about it unless, she gets it."

Hyde was ultimately defeated. He sat back down in his chair and gazed at his angel. She was a miracle to him. She was his guardian angel.

"It might help if you talk to her. Talk as if you're having a conversation with her. Coma patients usually react to that." Then the doctor walked out of the room.

"I'm going to see who else is here." Donna kissed Hyde on the top of his head and left the room.

-ICU Waiting Room-

"Donna!" Eric yelled spotting his girlfriend. Eric jogged up to her. "How is she?"

She took his hand and smiled and brought him over to the rest of the group. "Is she okay?" Kelso blurted out.

"She's in a coma. There's a 75 chance she might wake up and the doctor said she has a small chance that she'll have amnesia."

"Why are they gonna put her to sleep if she's already asleep?" Fez questioned.

"No, amnesia, not anestesea." Eric pointed out.

"I'm not hearing a difference." Fez reported.

"Dumbass." Red mumbled.

"Where's Steven?" Kitty asked.

"He's in the room with her." Donna answered.

-Jackie's Hospital Room-

"So, the doctor said I should talk to you." Hyde spoke playing with Jackie's hand. "I'm not much of a talker." Hyde sat in silence for awhile when an idea popped into his head. He stood up and lay down next to Jackie on the bed, being careful of the cords and wires. He got close to her ear and started to sing. "Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand. Jesus freaks out in the street. Handing tickets out for God. Turning back she just laughs. The boulevard is not that bad. Piano man he makes his stand. In the auditorium. Looking on she sings the songs. The words she knows, the tune she hums. But oh how it feels so real, lying here with no one near, only you and you can't hear me, when I say softly, slowly, Hold me closer tiny dancer. Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen. You had a busy day today. Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band. Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand." By the time he had finished he had started crying again. "Please, baby, you have to give me some sort of song. Something to let me know that you'll come back to me." And with that he felt his angel squeeze his hand.

AN: Uhm, I'm not a doctor so I don't know if what I just wrote is right or not but lets just pretend it is.