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This is a South Park story I thought of. It's my first South Park fic I'm gonna put on here. It's in Stan's POV.
"No." Was my only response. I mean how could that even happen? Kyle, how could that
happen to Kyle? He's always been careful. "This can't be." I say, "It just can't." By now
I'm in tears. "Stanley it's true." A doctor says. Here I am just standing here, while my
best friend is in what can be his deathbed. I run out of the damn hospital. I just drop down
on the stairs in front of the hospital. I put my head in my hands. My face and gloves are
soaked now. I hear someone walking up, but I don't even care. I don't give a shit. I feel a
hand on my shoulder. Now I look up. It was just Kenny. "What's wrong? I got a call and
was told to come down here." Kenny muffles. "It's…it's Kyle. H-he got hit b-by a c-c-
car a-and now he's in a c-c-coma." I sniff. I know it's a little wimpy for me to cry, but
my best friend might not make it for much longer. "He'll come out. Just watch and you'll
see." Kenny muffles. "Kenny you just don't understand. H-h-he's like a brother to me.
He means as much to me as Wendy does." I cry. "I'm telling you, he will make it."
Kenny muffles. "How? How do you expect me to believe that?" I ask. "I don't know, but
I'm telling you he will survive." Kenny muffles. I get up and start running home. I'm not
even paying attention to where I'm going. I just can't believe what's happening. I know
this is probably just another nightmare. Yeah, that's it, it's just a nightmare and I'll wake
up and everything will be alright. I reach home. I open the door. "Why you cryin' turd?"
Shelly annoyingly asks. "Shut the hell up. I don't feel like arguing." I say. She tries to
shove me. I push her out of the way and I go to my room. They can come get me when
my best friend's all better. I lock the door. I get onto my bed and I put my head in my
pillow. It almost immediately soaks. I hear a knock on the door. "Get the hell away!" I
yell. "Stan, it's me Wendy. I just thought you might want to talk." Wendy says sweetly.
"Wendy, I really don't wanna talk. I really just wanna be alone." I yell. "Stan, maybe you
should get your mind on other things." Wendy suggests. "Wendy can I just be alone?" I
ask. "I guess." She says sadly and I hear her starting to walk down the hall. Why did I say
that to Wendy? I mean she hasn't done anything to deserve that. Neither has Kyle. But
that didn't stop him from getting hit. What's happening here? Has the world gone crazy?
We're not able to handle this. Nobody's able to handle this I guess. But we are just
teenagers. I really think if we can't handle this we shouldn't have to. Kyle never hurt
anyone. He doesn't deserve it. We were always there to help each other. Now, now, I'm
alone while he's on his deathbed. I can't stand it. It really isn't real, is it? It just can't be it
can't. And why Kyle? Why not me? I probably deserve it. He doesn't. Not even a little.
He's my best friend. I know Cartman deserves it. He's never being considerate. Why
couldn't of been Cartman? Why Kyle? My heads filled with these questions. I can't stand
it. I just can't. I don't even know if I can go on without my best friend. He is like my
brother. But why did it have to be Kyle? I guess I can't change the past, can I? Wait
maybe Kenny was right. Maybe Kyle will wake up. I guess all I can do is hope so.
There's nothing else I can do. All I can do is hope he'll be alright. I cry myself to sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed it. I really didn't mean to kinda say those things as if Stan was an ignorant person. He is my favorite South Park character. But most people would think that way about themselves in this kind of situation. Also please review.