I had been happy during the trip back home. I wasn't doing anything productive, I wasn't watching a movie or anything to get my mind into a puddle of goo. I was only sitting cross-legged in the backseat of my car, staring out the window with a thermos of Godiva hazelnut coffee and sugar perched in my lap, surrounded by my trembling hands. I was calm, for once. The newly falling snow having a calming affect on me as my father sped down the highway from my cousin's house. It was strange, normally I would blab on and on about how he shouldn't go so fast, especially in the snow. But I was still, only the regular trembling of my body being the movement I make.

Why had I been so oblivious to the outside world?

"We'll be home in an hour or so, Tweek. Just calm down." My mother had told me, only saying that out of habit. I don't even remember nodding, only staring at the silence the road presented. As though the world had stood still and we were the only ones on the road.

I only had a moment to think, to see the world flash before my eyes.

I heard the car's tire skid against the newly formed ice on the highway, I felt the tug of my seat-belt on my shoulder as my body shifted to the side with force. That was when I snapped back into reality. My eyes darted around with worry as all I could see was the scenery outside as a blur, my parents in a similar position, being yanked by force and kept still by the seat-belt. All I could hear were my mothers frightened screams, my fathers cursing as he tried to get control of the car again. But me, I was silent.

I was… paralyzed. Stinted into silence with the occurring events. The next thing I knew was that the car had not stopped and only increased in speed, my head was jerked forward and back, hitting the back of my cranium rather hard. That was when everything went black.


Before I even open my eyes, I could head beeping noises next to me and something wrapped around my right arm, I feel the thin clothing I am wearing and the not-so-comfortable object I am resting on and immediately conclude that I am in a hospital. It wasn't hard. The beeping matches the rate my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I could feel something cold pinned into my skin, a metal of some sort, tapped to my skin for support. The thin clothing was a hospital gown. The hospital bed was stiff, not at all like my own bed at home.

I make a noise at the back of my throat, signaling to whomever was in the room, if anyone was there at all, that I was awake.

"Tweek?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me from beside the bed. I didn't speak quite yet.

At first, I only sat up, taking my free arm to rub my throbbing head before opening my eyes to look at my surroundings.

However, there was one problem.

"W-what..?" My voice cracked as I asked this incoherent question. I can feel my eyes being open, I can feel myself blinking, my head moving around left and right. "What!" I exclaimed, a little more than thoroughly frightened.

"Tweek, what's wrong?" The voice asked.

I turned left and right, "Kenny?" I asked, recognizing the worry in my best friend's voice. "Where are you?" My voice was cracking, shaking, and almost unrecognizable by even myself.

I could not see.

"Tweek, Tweek! Calm down, I'm here Tweek." I could feel someone grabbing my arms near my shoulder and I reach out my hands to bring Kenny closer, if only for security.

I could not see.

"What's wrong, Tweek?" He asked again. I felt myself on the verge of panic.

I could not see. I could not see Kenny beside me. I could not see the room I was in. I could not see who else was in the room. I could hear, but not see.

"Kenny, Kenny!" I called out, hurrying, trying to look around and blink as if to see if it was only a temporary thing. "What's happening? I can't see anything!" I blurted, loudly, breaking down from the pressure. As far as I knew, my vision was either blocked because of a blindfold or something, or… I had lost it somehow.

It was a while afterwards before the doctors, my parents and Kenny could calm me down enough to get me to fall asleep. I'm not sure if they put anything into the ivy drip or I was calm enough to let my fatigued body to fall asleep, but when I awoke I could still feel someone near me, possibly resting on the edge of my bed.

Testing my hypothesis, I led my fingers on a journey down the fabric of the hospital bed into the general direction of where I felt the presence. At the tips of my fingers I could feel the first thing I came in contact with, some fake fur material. I gulped. Not because I didn't know who this was, or where exactly I was (even though they had told me it was the hospital, how could I know for sure? Although the antiseptic smell did give it away), but because I lifted my hands and placed them in front of my face, I got close enough to touch my skin and still I could not see my hands. I blinked and blinked, opening my lids with my fingers, turning my eye-balls left and right, but nothing worked. It was literally "lights out" for me. The only thing I could see, per say, was the fluorescent light above my head.

It was at that time that the building pressure behind my eyes had over-filled. It was one thing for me to get bad eye sight, but… to suddenly loose the sense of sight altogether..

I could feel my face being dampened with the tears from my eyes. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I pushed the palms of my hands into my eyes to rub away the incoming tears. Eventually, though, I just let them go and brought my knees to my chest to wrap my arms around.

I had always been the outcast of the school. I had always been seen as weird or a freak. Well, how the hell was I suppose to hope to live normally now with my sight gone? I choked back a hard sob at that thoughts. There was no chance, I was stripped away from it. If there was one thing out of my paranoid rants that scared me the most… it was the unspoken ones. Losing my sight, losing my hearing. My voice… Losing my five senses would make underpants gnomes seem like a bad haircut or mushrooms on a pizza, they weren't that important compared to losing my eye sight.

I could hear a shuffling noise beside me and assume the person woke up from his or her sleep.

"Tweek?" The person asked. Kenny.

I responded by bringing my knees closer to my chest and wrapping my arms tighter around them as I let out a sniffle, trying to compose myself for my best friend but instead I end up thinking about it, it makes me cry more.

No one can fathom the feeling, at least none of my friends can. With a heavy heart I lift my chin up, wiping away tears as I open my eyes. I don't know how they look like; where they normal? White? Black? I'd have to ask Kenny later or someone else.

I don't see much light in my blank vision. Only a faint, very faint, glow to my left and a brighter glow above. I turn my head to where I assume Kenny to be sitting and gave a pitiful look. I know I'm a wimp, that I should suck it up and try to live with this new change as best I can. But, I couldn't help but go into my crying fit when I couldn't see my best friend. This is where people say or think "if I could only do this one more time, I'd be happy." It's too bad that life doesn't work that way.

"Oh, Tweek. Shhh, calm down. It's okay, I got'cha." I head him say as he shifted. One hand landed around my shoulders and another around my chest. He pulled me to his chest for a hug, it was about the only thing that felt safe right now. He cooed and petted my hair softly, alternating between that and rubbing my back in a languid fashion. Eventually I was calm enough for him to call up the doctor and my parents.

As I had learned from the others, it was around midnight now. I instantly feel relieved and loved to know that Kenny had been with me for so long, never leaving my sight as my parents told him. I'd have to thank him somehow, to repay for his kindness, somehow.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak, it seems that during the accident Tweek had been hit fairly hard at the back of his head." The doctor began to explain, now that I am awake and conscious.

"But, that doesn't explain how my son became blind!" My mother, I can tell from her startled voice, interjected.

"You see, Mrs. Tweak, even though his eyes were completely unharmed that is not the reason he lost his sight." He continues, trying to console my mother. I hear rustling and a click of a switch which I am guessing he pulled out something to show. "This is your son's x-rays on his skull. The impact happened here," I wish I could see. I want to know. "and past studies have shown that, that is where the brain stores the sight processes. Unfortunately, he was hit hard enough that it affected his eye-sight." The doctor explained.

I hear my mother sob and my fathers soft whispering to condone her. Next to me Kenny hugged me sideways as I look around aimlessly, helplessly.

"Is there any chance of a cure? Would lasik work?" My father asked, obviously trying to do everything within his power, or the hospitals power, to try and regain my sight.

"In theory," the doctor replied. "there could be a chance that his sight could come back, but no guarantee. Unfortunately, the human society has not gotten so far in research as to pinpoint exactly were the problem lies, only general directions, or the solutions to such problems."

"Can't they test it on people? Wouldn't that help progression?" My father quickly asked, getting frustrated. I can comprehend what he's feeling. More I than he, he may have to live with a blind child, but I am blind.

"Well, yes, Mr. Tweak, but there are some ethical problems we run into during our research that we cannot surpass."

"Why not, what's so unethical about finding out how to cure blindness?"

"It is unethical to cut someone's brain open and experiment on them for a solution, Mr. Tweak!" The doctor raised his voice, apparently losing patience.

Soon the doctor and my parents begin to start bickering and I zone them out in favor of leaning on Kenny for support, physically and mentally, God knows I need it now. About five minutes into the squabble between the doctor and my parents, I nudged Kenny with my head.

"Hey, -irk- what's going to happen to me?" I asked softly. I only intended Kenny to hear this, but apparently my soft spoken, melancholic voice had over powered the yelling of the grown ups. The room became still and silent. I wish I could see. Would they all be staring at me? At each other, looking for answers unspoken-ly?

"Tweek," The doctor addressed me, a hand resting on my free shoulder as some sort of comfort. Strange, it didn't comfort me at all. "We will try to do anything and everything we can to help you. You'll have to go back to school and continue on with normal life, but we can have someone help. We can hire a specia-"

"I can help him." Kenny interjected. I lifted my eyes to him, or where I thought he was. I wish I could see. "I have most of his classes, and if we talk to the principle we could change our schedules to match and I can help him out with anything he needs." I could have kissed him right then and there out of thanks and appreciation.

Words cannot describe my affinity to Kenny. He's been with me through thick and thin, and now this. I wrap my arms around his torso in a hug, eyes prickling with saltwater.

"I-I would r-really appre-ngh-ciate that K-Kenny…"


A/N: Well then. I'm Eltroi and I feel accomplished. :3

Disclaimer; I don't own South Park or its characters. But, I do claim the story line.