The rusty metallic taste was still in his mouth and he was cold, very cold. Every once in a while his lungs felt like they were on fire before everything went numb once again. His body was stiff and he almost felt like he was floating. Every once in a while he felt something slimy brush across his skin. It was usually right before his lungs began to burn once again. He wondered where he was, consumed in total darkness.
He could feel himself fading away. This was the longest he had felt like this he was certain. He was forgetting, forgetting everything. He couldn't even remember his own name. He couldn't remember anything. And he mourned for his lost memories, the things that had been important, that were still important. But there was one at the top of his mind. A face, a face that he couldn't quite make out in his mind. Every time he began to place it, it would fade away into oblivion once again. He knew it meant a lot to him.
It meant everything to him.
A young woman, scantily clad in a sparkely red dress and heels, emerged from a taxi before it came to a full stop, ran up the steps of Hells Pass Hospital and up to the front desk. She began fighting with the nurse there when she refused to let her see a patient, claiming that the only visitors allowed were family.
"Are you Kelly?" an unkept woman with dirty red hair asked her as she walked into the room.
Kelly shocked by the question only nodded her head.
"I'm Kenny's mother. Come with me," she said and began walking away. Kelly ran to catch up with her. They walked quietly through the hospital to the room that Kenny was being kept in. Kelly put a hand to her mouth to keep herself from crying out when she saw him. She went quickly to the chair at his bedside and took his hand in hers and brought it to her face as the first tears began to fall down her cheeks.
He looked more terrible than she had ever seen him. He was so very thin that his bones jutted out underneath his skin. The skin around his eyes was blue, green and black and looked hollow. He had black and green patches all over the parts of his body that were visible and his lips were blue. He looked so frail, like if the wind blew he would just blow away. She couldn't stand it.
"You and Kenny are very close, aren't you," Carol asked from the doorway. Kelly lifted her head but didn't look over. Instead she leaned forward to place her hand and the sick boys cheek.
"I love him," she stated simply, honestly. They were words she had never told the boy herself. Words she wish she had spoken to him. "How do you know about us?" she asked, finally looking over at Carol. As far as she knew Kenny didn't tell his family about them, often keeping it secret when he disapeared for days on end in order to visit her.
"Kenny's friends told me about you. You're welcome to stay at my house for as long as you are here." Kelly nodded her thanks. "I'll leave you two alone now," Carol stated before leaving.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" Kenny asked brushing Kelly's hair behind her ear. Kelly snuggled closer to Kenny in his lap and leaned her forehead against his neck. For a minute there was silence and the only thing heard was the audio from the movie they were watching, the light from the tv casting a warm glow over the dark room.
"What if one day you don't come back?" Kelly finally said.
"Don't worry, you know I'm always going to come see you whenever your parents are out of town."
Kelly shook her head, "That's not what I mean."
Kenny's face fell. He rested his head on hers.
"I don't know."
I never was into South Park fangirlism until I encountered azngirlLH on deviantart. This fanfic was inspired by her deviations on Entirely Unmemorable.