A/N: You guys are all so nice. Enjoy chapter three!

Angie stood up as she saw Red Forman enter the waiting room; although she had been waiting for him, she didn't think she could miss him even if she tried. The man's presence filled the room as he stormed through. He didn't look at her, but the group of teens who came in after him noticed her and Kelso. She tapped her boyfriend's shoulder to alert him of their entrance. "Hey, everybody," Kelso greeted them.

"Move." Red walked past him and straight down the hallway.

"You know, it wouldn't kill you to be polite!" Kelso called after him.

Jackie also kept walking, but Donna grabbed her wrist. Jackie pulled her arm back, sneering, "don't touch me, you sasquatch!"

Donna didn't look intimidated. "Red's pretty pissed, Jackie, I think you should probably wait a while."

"My boyfriend is hurt, Donna. He needs me."

Eric spoke next. "Yeah, but still...if you don't want to be in the wake of Red's wrath - and believe me, you don't - I wouldn't go back there yet."

Angie knew she was the odd one out in the group, but she decided to speak up. "A doctor came back here a little while ago asking for Steven's parents, so I don't even think you can get back there."

"Don't underestimate me," Jackie said.

"That's right," Fez chimed in, "Jackie is very sneaky. When you least expect it, she'll win. She always wins." He paused for a moment. "Why does Fez never win?" He lamented with a pout, then sat down next to Kelso.

"So, uh," Eric turned to Angie and Kelso, "what even happened?"

"You know how Hyde is no good at riding bikes?" Kelso asked.

Eric tilted his head. "The only time I remember seeing him ride one, we were, like, eight, and he rode into a bush."

"Imagine that, but with a motorcycle. Only instead of a bush, it's just the road."

"Yeah, but where did he-"

"Our dad," Angie supplied for the second time that day. "He bought Steven a motorcycle."

"It was beautiful," Kelso said. "Too bad he only got it, like, two blocks before he wrecked it."

"How was he?" Jackie asked.

"It was nasty. I mean, the road just shredded his jeans up like they were made out of paper. His leg looked like bacon." Kelso always did like to paint pictures with his words. "And he was totally out of it-"

Angie put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. She didn't want him scaring Jackie anymore than she clearly already was. "Michael, I think they get the point."

"So what's going on now?" Donna asked. "Have the doctors said anything?"

"We haven't heard anything," Angie said, studying Jackie's worried face as she answered.

Jackie slumped down into one of the empty chairs. "So now we're just waiting?"

"I have an idea," Donna offered. "We could go to the giftshop. Shopping always makes you feel better, right?"

"I guess..." Jackie sniffled.

"Great! Angie, want to come?"

Angie's eyes lit up. Did this mean she was a part of the gang now? "Sure!"

Red had learned that it was a motorcycle accident from Eric during the drive over from the muffler shop. Why hadn't Kitty told him? He figured it was probably so he wouldn't get worked up and put his heart in danger. He appreciated the concern, but trying to keep a man from being angry was like trying to keep Eric from running his mouth. It was a waste of time. Besides, he could have taken the news. He was calm, damn it!

There were a million questions on his mind, first of all how Steven was doing. He had a soft side that he didn't like to admit was there, a tiny fragment of his heart that wasn't all anger, and that part of him was very disturbed by the news. The kid was like a second son to him. Hell, Red had an easier time relating to him than he did with his own son. He was tougher than Eric. So surely he'd be fine, Red told himself.

A nurse directed him to the right room, where he found WB sitting in a chair in the corner. Kitty was flanking Steven's hospital bed. Red had to admit, the boy looked worse than he had hoped. "Hello, Steven-" His greeting was cut off by the kid vomiting into a basin. "Ah, geez," Red groaned, then tried to remember to act positive. "I mean, how are you doing, son?"

Steven stared blankly at him for a second, then lifted the basin. "Does this answer your question?"

"It's just an unfortunate symptom of concussions, nothing to worry about," Kitty, ever the nurse, said with a forced smile.

Steven was not placated. "Next person who asks how I'm doing better have drugs to give me to change my answer."

Red sighed and walked further into the room. "So how did this happen?"

"It's partially my fault," WB said. "I thought it'd be fun to get Steven a motorcycle."

"You got him a motorcycle?"

"Well, he told me you all had one, and said he'd always wanted one of his own, so I thought it would be a nice gift."

Kitty looked confused. "Hold on. Red is the one who owns the motorcycle; we never let the kids drive it."

Red gestured to Steven. "Because we didn't want this to happen." That and he didn't trust them with any of his expensive vehicles, but for the sake of making a point, he focused on safety.

This time it was WB who looked confused. "Steven said-"

Steven looked at a spot on the ground. "Yeah, about that. I told you about Red's, cause you were talking about the one you used to have. I never technically said I drove it. You kind of assumed I did, and I just kept my mouth shut."

Red stared at him incredulously. "And yet you got on the bike?"

Hyde shrugged. and immediatly groaned as it hurt his broken shoulder.

"Good," Red said. "You remember how that feels next time you think about doing something stupid."

"Red," Kitty said softly.

Red stared at her, and then looked away. He was being harsh, he knew. But this shouldn't have happened. "So what do the doctors say?"

"They want to do surgery!" Kitty said urgently, to which Steven nodded.

"What?" Red said. "Surgery on what?"

Steven pointed to his bandaged leg. Kitty proceeded to give Red a full run down of their meeting with the doctor, trying not to sound upset. While she was talking, he put his arm around his wife to comfort her.

"Five o'clock, huh? That's prett soon."

Steven scoffed. "Not soon enough," he mumbled.

"What's that?"

Kitty explained, "Steven is...oddly eager for them to start."

"More about what they're going to give me than being sliced and diced."

"Honey, it'll be soon - do you want to see any of the kids before they take you back? They all came with Red."

Steven exhaled. The kid really looked tired, Red thought. He probably just wanted to sleep. "I should probably see Jackie. She might kill me if I don't." He looked at Red. "Let me guess. She freaked out the whole ride here?"

Red nodded. "The girl has no off switch."

"Tell me about it."

WB stood up. "I'll go find her. Give you three a minute alone."

"Actually, when she comes, could you all-"

Kitty smiled. "of course, dear. Red, you heard the boy."

Red walked to the door, but turned around when he noticed she wasn't following him. "Kitty?"

Both Steven and Red looked at her expectantly. "Oh, he didn't mean me," she giggled. "Did you?"

"Yeah," Steven said, "sorry Mrs. Forman."

She took a step back. "No, I understand. You need to be alone with Jackie. Of course." She giggled again. "Just kick me out, that's fine. All I did was take you in and love you like my own child, but if you want me gone, I am gone!"

"Mrs. Forman..."

"I'm sorry, Steven, I just-" She looked at Red. "I'll try to stop by again before five, okay?"

"Sure thing. Thanks."

She followed Red out of the room, taking one final look back as they left.

Jackie held three cards in her hand, debating which was the best one. "Donna? Why aren't there any that say 'I'm sorry your boyfriend is hurt'?"

"Um..." Donna pretended to look puzzled. "Probably because normal people buy cards for the person who's hurt, and not themselves."

Jackie looked at Donna, annoyed. She deserved sympathy, too!

"I think that one's good." Donna pointed to the card on the left. So of course, Jackie opted for the card in the middle. She was in the check out line (with flowers for herself, a teddy bear that was also mostly for herself, because she knew there was no way her puddin' pop would accept it, and a card for Steven) when Eric approached.

"Hey Jackie, my mom says Hyde wants to see you. Apparently they're doing surgery on his leg-" He didn't get a chance to finish. Jackie shoved her collection of gift shop items into Donna's arms and bolted. She came back quickly though, and pointed at Eric.

"What room?"

A/N: Once again, each scene ends up being longer than originally anticipated. There will be more Red+Kitty/WB connflict soon. Next chapter will include the conversation with Jackie and a post-op, drugged up talk with the gang. So that'll be fun. Thank you so much for reading! Stay tuned for more to come soon!