As I held hands with my boyfriend, Stan Marsh, I couldn't help but feel a little sick. I didn't notice he had been staring at me with a worried expression on his face. "Kyle? What's wrong?" I couldn't answer. I mean I wanted to. All I wanted to say was that I'd be fine. I just couldn't.
I felt myself starting to get dizzy. I wobbled a bit. Stan quickly grabbed me and sat himself in the snow and laid me in his lap and felt my head. "Kyle what's going on?" I heard him say. I still couldn't answer.
I tried to sit up but I couldn't. I was scared out of my mind. I saw Stan start to tear up a bit as he held me. "Helps on the way Kyle…." It was the last thing I heard.
I woke up in a white room. Well knowing where I was I still said aloud, "Where am I?" I saw I nurse walk in. She said very calming, "Hi Kyle. Your in the hospital. You passed out and we're still waiting for some tests results." Most people would have slapped her with 100 more questions. The only one I had for her was, "Where's Stan…?" She pointed to a couch that was beside my bed. There lied a sleeping Stan. The nurse went to wake him. I told her no. I didn't want to wake him. He looked extremely upset in his sleep. The nurse looked at me. "He's been here since he brought you in over 16 hours ago. He refused to leave your side." I looked at Stan and smiled.
The nurse spoke once again. "I'm Nurse Corana." She smiled. Then she took my chart. "You're scheduled for a head scan hun." She brought over a wheelchair. She helped me into it. "Will Stan be okay here alone.?" She nodded.
The scan took forever. I started getting really bored. After what seemed like an eternity, she walked me back to my room. Stan was awake. He looked like he'd been crying. He didn't notice us come in nurse said I was fine to walk. She smiled and left the room.
I walked over and sat on the couch next to him. "Stan?" He looked up. "Kyle…I've been so worried…" He hugged me tightly. I couldn't help but smile. "I'm so glad you're okay." He kissed my forehead and smiled.
At that moment, a doctor walked in. "Hello Kyle. Stan. I'm Dr. Lytton." She didn't smile. I asked her if she knew what was wrong with me. She looked down. "Kyle, after running many tests. They all came out negative. But the result from the scan came in." Stans grip around my waist got tighter. "Kyle, you have a brain aneurism." I felt tears in my eyes.
There was a pause. "It can be removed. But it will require a surgery. A risky surgery." Stan pulled me closer. I cried. She just looked at me. "Your surgery is tomorrow. You're going to be okay Kyle." She quietly left the room. I instantly went from soft tears to sobbing.
Stan stayed quiet. He was crying too. "Stan, I love you…" I said through the tears. At that moment he pulled me close to him. Kyle don't act like I'll never see you again. You're going to be okay.
He kissed my lips softly. It was at that moment I knew I was going to be okay. He smiled. "I love you too, Kyle"