This is a new project I'm starting and it will be purely requests, none of them will be my original idea. The requests can be of anything but there are rules:

It must contain Style.

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Bottom of the Barrel

Stan panted as he charged to the reception desk.

It couldn't be true.

It just couldn't.

"K…" He was short of breath, he took a quick puff of his inhaler before continuing, "Kyle Marsh?"

"He's in the theatre right now," The woman at the desk said monotonously, "Who are you?"

"Stanley Marsh, his husband."

The woman gave him a quick glance of sympathy, "Take a seat in the waiting room, we'll give you news as it becomes available."

Stan walked over a seat and fell heavily into it. He was overwhelmed by this nightmare which had forced itself into reality. Tears sprung to his eyes as he cast them around the hospital waiting room. There were a few people dotted around, but none of them paid him any mind.

"Stanley!"

Stan looked over his shoulder and saw Sheila running over with Gerald and Ike following behind, seeing Kyle's family, the family he might not see again, tore down the final dam and released the floodgates.

Sheila pulled her son's husband into a hug.

"There, there," She said like a mother would to a young child who grazed their knee.

"I haven't been told anything!" Stan sobbed, "I don't know how serious it is or whether he'll make it!"

"Shhhhhh," Sheila cooed, "We can't think like that, he's going to make it, okay?"

Stan took a deep breath and nodded.

"You know that Kyle's a tough cookie better than any of us," Ike said, he tried to offer Stan a smile but his worry was clear to see.

"He didn't deserve this," Stan snivelled, "He's an amazing person and someone shot him in cold blood."

"He'll be okay Stan," Gerald said, "We know how tough it is for you."

Sheila grabbed a packet of tissues from her handbag and passed it over to Stan, he nodded in thanks as he wiped his nose.

"Excuse me, are you here for Kyle Marsh?"

Four pairs of eyes shot to the person who spoke, a young nurse.

Stan nodded, "Is he okay?"

"His condition is stable," The nurse explained, "We're moving him to his own room now."

"Can we see him?" Ike asked.

"Yes," The nurse nodded, "But unfortunately, he's in a coma right now."

"I don't care," Stan shook his head, "I need to see him."

The nurse looked at him sympathetically, "Follow me this way."

Stan nodded and followed the nurse through the bright, white hallways. He'd seen Kyle in here too often throughout the course of their lives because of kidney transplants and mouth-anus removal.

The nurse opened a door leading into a small room with a bed in the middle. Kyle was lying in the bed, his eyes closed and IV tubes in his left arm, Stan walked over to a chair beside the bed and grasped Kyle's right hand in his own.

"He was shot in his chest," The nurse told him, "Straight through his right lung so it's been removed."

"Will he be okay?" Sheila asked.

"It's very possible to live with one lung, there'll be no difference while he's doing everyday activities. He'll have some trouble doing strenuous exercise but one-lunged sprinters have completed marathons before."

Ike walked over to Stan and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They say he can hear you," Ike whispered, "Even if he can't respond he can hear you."

Stan nodded.

"It might be a while until he wakes up," The nurse said, "We're only going to let one person stay with him right now."

"I can't leave him," Stan said softly, his eyes starting to tear up again.

Sheila kissed her son on the forehead before giving Stan a hug, Ike gave Kyle a tentative hug and Gerald patted his shoulder before leaving.

Stan waited for the Broflovskis to leave before pressing a kiss to Kyle's knuckles.

"Ike said that you could hear me," Stan said, "And I'm begging you not to leave me Kyle, I'm going to be right here when you need me and I'm not leaving your side."

There was no response from his husband.

The doctors were worried when Kyle was still in a coma one week later.

It was definitely taking its toll on Stan.

As more of the week passed, Stan had become less confident that Kyle would wake up and it had forced him into some crying fits as he became more worried that he wouldn't hold, kiss or make love to his husband again.

"Kyle," Stan sobbed as he pressed Kyle's hand to his own forehead, "Please wake up. Please, I need you in my life. Right now all I feel is a huge, empty hole in my heart where you should be and it scares me because I don't want to feel this way for my whole life!"

Stan pressed repeated kisses to Kyle's knuckles he managed to calm down.

"I'm going the bathroom dude," He had gotten into the habit of telling Kyle where he was going in case he woke up.

Stan washed his face while he was in there, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink and took some deep breaths before walking back to Kyle's room.

He opened the door to the room and nearly fainted upon seeing the emerald green eyes staring back at him.

"Kyle," Stan breathed.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, his voice scratchy from lack of use.

"You're awake!" Stan's face broke into a wide smile, something he hadn't done since he first heard that Kyle had been taken to hospital, he ran over to Kyle's bedside and pulled his husband into an incredibly gentle and careful hug. He pressed his lips gently to the redhead's.

"Stan, why am I in hospital?" Kyle looked at his husband quizzically.

"You got shot on your way home from work," Stan explained, "You've in a coma for the past week."

Kyle took Stan's hand in his own.

"I love you so much Ky."

"I love you too Stan."

"Did you hear me?"

"Of course I did," Kyle furrowed his brow in confusion, "I just said that I love you too."

"I mean when you were in the coma," Stan clarified, "Ike said you could hear me."

"I don't know," Kyle frowned as he tried to think, "The last thing I remember is leaving work."

"I broke down earlier before I left to go to the bathroom."

"Maybe that's why I woke up," Kyle smiled, "Because I heard how upset you were."

"Sounds romantic," Stan returned Kyle's smile.

"Let's go with that then."

Stan laughed as he joined their lips back together. It felt like the huge empty hole in his heart had been filled.

Requested by icegirl75 or thesoniclove, this was originally a request for Dysfunctional Oneshots but I thought it didn't fit with that series.