*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*
The machine attached to his mother rythymitaclly beeped. Kyle knew, with an impending sense of dread, that heart rate monitor will stop any moment. He stood behind his brother, Ike, who had started to cry already. He felt bad for Ike but also a little envious. Why envious? Well, Ike could let out his tears shamelessly without judgement. Kyle was the headstrong child, the shoulder to cry on when anyone needed it. This resulted in him never getting his own shoulder. His father, Jared, was also silently weeping, knowing his wife would be dead soon. Kyle had to hold in the tears that welled in his eyes.
*BEEEEEEEEEPPP*
Just like that, Sheila Broflovski, happy, smart, fierce Sheila Broflovski had left the world. Dead, the light in her eyes completely gone as a permanent peaceful smile etched itself into her soft but stern features. Life seemed to slow down around him and all sound turned staticy and unclear. Jared started bawling, too heartbroken to even comfort Ike. Poor Ike, he had fallen to his knees, crying so loud people down the hall could hear him. Kyle couldn't control the tears that silently slid down his cheeks, he was in shock, in two seconds she was... gone. He comforted his crying family, sniffling silently but never breaking down, no, he'd have to save that for later when no one could see him be weak. He, being the only person not completely breaking was forced to talk to the doctors about donating his mother's organs
"Everything useful except the skin, she... she always wanted her funeral to be an open casket" he responded quietly right after the doctor had asked the question. He was let out into the hall, which surprisingly, and fortunately for him was vacant. He finally broke down. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs as he slid down the wall, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face in his knees. He took off his signature green ushanka to clutch onto since he had nothing else at the moment and he just continued to sob and sob until he felt large arms wrap around him and pull him close, stroking his back and hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down since he was basically having a full blown attack. It took a couple seconds to realise that the person consoling him was his mortal frienemy, Eric Cartman. His eyes widened in shock
"Wh-why are you here?" He asked, still crying. Cartman's eyes softened once he saw how heartbroken Kyle really was.
"I realised Stan wasn't here with you when I saw Wendy dragging him around and thought you'd need someone, especially right now." He said. His voice was soft, and gentle and kind. He continued to cry in cartman's arms, not really being able stop himself even if he wanted to.
"C-can you p-please not tell anyone I'm crying like this?" He asked Cartman, not expecting what Cartman said next.
"Of course Kyle, of course" He had said Kyle's actual name, Not 'Kahl' or 'jew'. The pleasantly surprised male said a quiet 'thank you' before continuing to cry. Kyle buried his face in Cartman's chest, his hat had long since fallen out of the grip his hands had on it and had fallen to the floor. Kyle was now clutching onto Cartman's shoulders for comfort instead. Cartman continued to hold and comfort Kyle until Kyle was all cried out and cried himself to sleep. Despite popular belief, Cartman did hold compassion in his heart, but only for his little Jew.