A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for those of you who have read, reviewed, favorited, or followed so far! This chapter is a bit heavier than the last, but I hope you enjoy it as much!

Kitty felt like all of the wind had been knocked out of her. Half of her wanted to stay and prod Kelso and Angie for more information, the other half of her wanted to return to the ward and find Steven herself. "My dad rode in the ambulance with him," Angie offered before she even had to ask.

"He was screaming like a banshee," Kelso added, giving Kitty another valuable piece of information and alleviating her biggest fear; Steven was alive. "You know, that reminds me. What even is a banshee?"

Kitty decided that this was enough information from the kids, and dashed off in search of Steven. She nearly bumbed into a gurney in her rush, and as soon as she dodged it, a doctor approached her, asking if she could change a patient's bandages. "Uh huh," she muttered, utterly distracted, and then pivoted. "Wait, Doctor Matthews, have you heard of a motorcycle accident patient coming in?"

"Uh, yeah, I just saw them take him off to radiology. But the patient whose bandages-"

"Oh, change them yourself!" She left the doctor sputtering and confused as she headed towards the radiology department. On the way, she spotted WB walking in the direction she'd just come from. "WB! WB!" She scurried over to him.

"Oh, Kitty..."

"I just heard. What happened?"

WB tried to sum it up for her. What had happened was that he was in the backseat of Angie's car, with Angie driving and Kelso in the front seat. WB made sure they took roads that were usually pretty empty, and Steven was driving some distance behind Angie. They'd taken a right turn, and after a short distance, WB heard a loud commotion, followed by a yelp. Turning around, he saw the motorcycle lying horizontally, little bits of it scattered on the road. And then there was Steven, also lying motionless in the road, seemingly unconscious. WB yelled for Angie to pull over, and quickly all three were out of the car and running to the crash. Soon he was doling out orders; Kelso was to watch out for incoming cars, and Angie was to drive to the nearest building and call for help.

In reality, the ambulance had shown up fifteen minutes after Angie left, but it felt like much longer. A moment after WB reached him, the boy came to, and even though the motorcycle helmet covered up half of his face, WB could see that Steven was in a lot of pain. It would have been obvious anyways, from the muffled screams and body language. Not to mention the blood, which seemed, thankfully, to be coming only from his leg. WB tried to keep up conversation, but it was very nearly one sided. Hyde offered pained, one word answers every few questions, which was a moderate comfort. Finally they were headed towards the hospital, this time with Angie trailing behind while they rode in an ambulance.

The ambulance was overwhelming. Telling this to Kitty, WB felt a bit foolish; afterall, she dealt with the hecticness of emergency medicine daily. From what he could tell, they were checking for vitals and alertness. The admitting doctor checked for internal bleeding (luckily, none), and the next course of action was to do a CT scan followed by x-rays.

Kitty was grateful that WB was more informative than Kelso. "How is he?"

"Well, he's not happy, but he's alive."

Kitty nodded her head. The man looked tired, but calm. How could he be calm? Well, she told herself, WB knew a lot more about the situation and he was calm, so maybe she should be calm. But she couldn't be.

"They said it would be a while," WB said. "I was going to get some coffee and sit with the kids. Do you need anything?"

"I'm going to try to get someone to cover my shift. I ought to call Red. Oh! Can you make sure Michael doesn't call the kids? I don't want them to hear the news from someone so..." She searched for a nice word.

WB held his hand up to stop her, understanding her intention. "I have it covered. Go do what you need to do. I'll be in the waiting room."

Having a plan helped Kitty stay focused and under control. Things were slowing down a bit in the ward, so she was able to get off work (besides, a panicking medical care professional was not good for patients, her boss decided). It didn't take long before she was dialing her home phone number on one of the pay phones in the hospital. She was hoping for Red to pick up, but it was Eric who answered. Of course; Red would be at the muffler shop this time of day.

"Hello?" Eric sounded happy, like he had been laughing. There were voices in the background. Kitty hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"Eric, sweetie, I need you to pick up your father and meet me at the hospital. Steven's been in a bit of an accident."

"Oh," Eric said knowingly, "did he fall of the water tower again?"

"No, he...he fell off a motorcycle."

"What? Where'd he get a motorcycle?" She could hear him saying something to the others in the room. "Is he okay?"

"He will be, I'm sure, but I haven't seen him yet. I'm going to call your father, but I think you two should come here."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'll start heading to the muffler shop."

Her call to Red didn't go as smoothly. She only told him enough to motivate him to come, since she didn't want his temper flaring too much. She was trying her best to keep everything calm. He was angry, of course, but that was his way of showing concern. "If I had a nickel for every time one of these dumbasses landed themselves in the hospital, I'd have enough to pay off the bill from the last time it happened."

Half an hour later, a doctor was asking for Steven Hyde's parents. Because of the added time it took to swing by the muffler shop, the others hadn't arrive yet. Kitty left instructions for Angie to update them when they arrived, and followed the doctor with WB into an exam room. Steven looked much the same as last time WB had seen him, with the addition of a neckbrace and sling, and the thick jacket and jeans having been traded in for a hospital gown. He didn't look much happier, either. Perhaps they hadn't given him any pain killers yet. He shot WB and Kitty an annoyed look as they entered, which WB decided had more to do with how he felt than who just entered.

Kitty looked startled, and after taking in the scene said to Steven, "how are you feeling, sweetie?"

The answer came with biting sarcasm. "Super."

"For someone who's been in a motorcycle accident, you're actually very lucky."

"Hate to see the unlucky guy," Steven slurred. "Jackie's gonna flip."

There were x-rays on the wall. WB wasn't a doctor, but even he could see the breaks. Soon the doctor was giving a full run down: broken clavicle, one broken rib, one very broken leg, concussion, whiplash, and road rash. It felt like a long list, and Steven didn't look like he heard a word of it. The doctor continued anyway. "We'd like to perform surgery to insert pins into the leg-"

"Surgery?" Kitty repeated.

Steven seemed much less concerned than she did. "You gonna knock me out?"

"Yes, we'll give you general anesthesia for the proceedure."

"Right on."

"Do you have any questions?

"Only one. When can you do it?"

"Now hold on just a minute," Kitty said, "I would like to hear more, wouldn't you, Steven?"

Steven turned to the doctor. "You gonna cut my leg off?"

"No."

"And you're gonna knock me out."

"Yes."

"Then we're cool."

"Alright. Assuming no appendices rupture in the meantime, we can take you back at five. I'll have a nurse come with some forms, and then we'll start prep." With that, the doctor left the room.

There was a grave moment of silence, before Steven spoke up. "WB, man, I'm going to need a few days off of work."

WB nodded. "Yeah. Just a few."

A/N: I originally intended for this chapter to go on even further, but it got a bit long and I thought this would be a good stopping place. So the good news is I already know exactly where to pick up! Thank you so much for reading, I'm really enjoying writing this one, so expect another update (with Red and the rest of the gang) soon!