Hey! Thanks for the reviews! Love ya! *round of applause for reviewers* This is going to be the last chapter and then there's the epilogue. In this chapter, Lucy's in the hospital and old memories are stirred up from Jackie. How will she get through them? Read to find out! Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show. I don't own the seasons. I'm just a humble, over-caffeinated writer.

Jackie felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest. Lucy had been taken to get stiches, and she was sitting in the waiting room anxiously. Bad memories loomed in this waiting room. She and Lucy had sat there in complete and total fear. The doctor wouldn't tell them about Jason's condition until a parent or guardian arrived, and there was no use in telling him that their parents were out of town and didn't really give a crap anyway. She had clutched Lucy's hand so hard that she was surprised that the blonde girl's hand didn't lose circulation. Lucy didn't mind though. She just rubbed Jackie's back and told her Jason was going to be fine. Of course, she had been wrong. Jason had been dead.

She was snapped out of her dark memories by hearing someone call out her name. The tiny brunette turned around to see Dexter and Trent standing there nervously. Jackie couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. She could tell they had been practicing by the messiness of Trent's usually well-kept hair and the sweat on Dexter's face. Even when they didn't have practice, the two were still rocking out. Jackie knew they had sensed the tension at band practice, and Dexter had approached her about it more than once. "Dex…' she started, her voice shaky. Dexter just pulled her in for a hug and said nothing. Jackie started to cry. Trent stood close by and started to make really corny jokes.

Once Jackie stopped crying, the three of them sat down in the waiting room. After a few minutes of silence, Trent spoke up. "Anyone else feeling déjà vu?" he asked. Dexter gave him a look, but Jackie only gave a weak smile.

"You could definitely say that," she agreed. A doctor appeared in front of them.

"Are you the family of Lucy Ring?" he asked in a pompous tone that made Jackie want to claw at his face.

"Yes," she immediately spoke up. "We are." The doctor then started to explain what they had done to Lucy and handed her medical forms to fill out. The three of them sat there while Jackie filled out all the forms. A few minutes later, Jackie heard yet another person call out her name. The loud midget turned around to see the entire gang standing in front of her. She ran into the arms of her boyfriend, giving him a quick kiss before stepping back. "How did you…" Jackie asked but trailed off after seeing the sheepish grin on Trent's face.

"I figured they needed to know," he replied with a shrug.

"Thanks, Trent," she replied softly, reaching up to mess up his already messy hair.

"No problem, Blue," he answered, batting her hand away from his precious hair. Jackie rolled her eyes.

"What happened?" Donna asked worriedly, taking the conversation to a more serious place. Trent and Dexter just looked down at their shoes nervously while Jackie's eyes went dark. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

"I found her in the bathroom with blood everywhere. She was cutting again," the pint-sized princess whispered just loud enough for them to her. She still couldn't believe she hadn't seen the signs. She wiped away a stray tear on her cheek.

"Blue…" Dexter started, but he didn't get a chance to finish what he was going to say. The doctor had come back. They all looked at him anxiously.

"How is she?" Trent dared to ask. Hospitals weren't a good place for them.

"We have her in stable condition, and I have a list of psychiatric facilities for you to look at," the doctor stated in a monotone.

Jackie couldn't believe what she had just heard. "Excuse me?" she demanded with an angry frown. Dexter and Trent both took a step back. This wasn't going to be pretty.

"Your friend is mentally ill. She needs the right anti-depressant regime and a psychiatrist," the doctor explained as if he was speaking to a child. Jackie felt her face go red.

"I know what psychiatric facilities are. I just don't think Lucy needs one," Jackie replied coolly.

"According to her charts, mental illness runs in her family," the doctor replied, glancing down at her charts.

"Yeah, that's usually happens when you drown yourself in alcohol and painkillers," she shot back. "Lucy doesn't have that problem."

"Well, only her medical proxy has the right to make those kind of decisions for her," the doctor said smugly.

Jackie smirked. "You're looking at her," she stated.

"What about her parents?" the doctor asked, trying to find a way around this girl.

"Her father's dead, and her mother is in one of those facilities you seem so fond of," the spoiled princess answered with a bite of sarcasm.

Before the doctor could even say anything else, Dexter cut in. "We'd like to see our friend now please." The doctor nodded and stepped aside.

Everyone walked to Lucy's room. Once they got to the door, all eyes were on Jackie. "I'll go in first," she said softly, opening the door and stepping inside.

The sight of her friend in a hospital bed made her want to cry. Jackie didn't know how things had gotten so screwed up. Lucy was lying in a hospital gown with bandages around her wrists. Her skin seemed paler than usual, and it was odd to see her without that signature smirk on her lips. Jackie walked closer to the bed and stroked her friend's cheek gently. Lucy opened her eyes.

"Blue," she whispered softly. Jackie looked at her friend.

"Luce," she said back, a small grin on her face. There was a moment of silence between the two girls. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," the blonde girl reassured her. Jackie shook her head.

"I was a bad friend, and I know that now. You need to talk to me from now on. I don't want to be scared like that again," Jackie replied, her voice strained. Lucy nodded.

"Are you going to lock me up in one of those places?" she asked worriedly. Lucy was afraid of turning into her mother. The woman was out of her mind and had been for years. She didn't want that kind of life for herself.

"No," Jackie answered firmly, playing with her friend's long hair. "But you have to promise to never scare me like that again."

"I promise," Lucy swore. The two best friends sat together in silence for a little while. An idea occurred to Jackie. She turned to her best friend, the girl who was almost like her sister.

"Luce, I'm going to make you a promise. I'll get better if you do. We'll do this together. I'll eat full, regular sized meals, and you'll stop with cutting. We'll do this together." Jackie's words were sincere, and they touched Lucy right to the core. Jackie was willing to deal with her own issues if she did the same.

"Okay," Lucy agreed.

"Love you, Luce," Jackie said with a smile.

"Love you too, Blue," Lucy replied softly. She didn't know how her life was going to turn out at this point, but she did know she wouldn't be alone anymore.