So I'm a senior in college now and this is my last foreseeable winter break and as I'm sure you guys have been able to tell by now, I am taking full advantage of it, haha.
So this particular fic has two versions: this one, and a much darker one. Maybe one day I'll write out the darker one, maybe.
(Uh, there's swearing in here later on, and idk I might write an M ch later too so rated M just in case).
Until then, enjoy, I own nothing, and reviews are nice!
Cartman was growing annoyed. He had sent Butters a facebook message in the morning, it was evening now and still no response. What was that little shit doing all day? He usually response quickly. At the very least he'll respond with a 'I'll get back to you later' if he's busy. Eric was composing a text to Butters when there was a knock on his door.
"Honey?" Liane popped her head in. She stepped into his room and looked upset.
"What is it, mom?" Eric asked, putting his phone down.
"I just got off the phone with Linda-"
"Butters' mom?" He interrupted.
"Yes, and it seems Butters got into an accident earlier today-"
"Is he okay?" Again he interrupted.
Liane looked down and shook her head. "He's in the hospital."
Quickly Cartman got up and headed out his room.
"Where are you going?" Liane walked after him.
"To see him," he answered, putting on his jacket and heading out to his truck.
. . . . .
Eric felt like the rug had been pulled from under him when he saw Butters laying there on the hospital bed.
Butters was unconscious. He had bandages wrapped around his head; both legs, torso, and his right arm were in casts; he was hooked up to different machines and ivs; and there was a large plastic tube going into his mouth.
Linda had been in the waiting room crying when Eric arrived. She explained to him that Butters and his dad were in a car accident, their car had been t-boned. Stephen's injuries were mild, he would be discharged that night; Butters had taken the brunt of the impact.
Cartman just stood there, not sure what to do. He took a step forward and was next to Butters bed. He lifted his arm and lightly touched the back of Butters' left hand with his fingertips.
Eric grabbed the chair besides the bed and pulled it forward. He continued running his fingertips up and down the back of Butters' hand for what felt like hours.
A knock on the door made Cartman jump, Butters' mom walked in and he immediately dropped his hand.
"It's getting late, you should go home," she told him, walking up to the bed.
Cartman looked at her and then back at Butters. "He hasn't woken up yet," he whispered.
"He probably won't for a while," Linda confessed, tears in her eyes.
Eric bit his lip, but didn't say anything. He got up, told Linda he would be back tomorrow after school, and left.