Twenty-one year old Kyle Broflovski cursed as an black Mercedes passed him with a speed that was so exceeding the indicated speed. People who drove like that were dangerous for all of them. Kyle's green eyes flicked to the clock of his car. He cursed again, he was already fifteen minutes too late for his college lessons.

Which also meant that he had fifteen minutes lesser to spend with his super best friend Stan and his arch-rival Cartman. Not that he minded the latter. Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick were childhood friends. They met in kindergarten and had been hanging around since then. The four of them had always been close, especially Stan and Kyle. The two boys were always around each other.

But somewhere around the end of High School had things changed. Kenny, who came from a poor family, had announced that he would start with working strait from High School. The McCormicks needed the money, you could see that from every single detail. Kenny never had the newest of the newest or intact clothes.

But even if Kenny was fucking skinny he was still handsome, he had always been the tallest of them all with bright eyes and blond hair. Kenny was there always when you needed him but he could be such a pervert. There was a rumor that Kenny slept with all the girls in High School and even some boys.

So they know they almost never saw Kenny again who was either working or fucking some random person. Stan had gotten himself a girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger. They were really a nice couple to see both with black hair and good build. Stan with twinkling blue eyes and Wendy with her lavender ones.

Really Kyle was happy for them, but Wendy took up all Stan's time. Which was extremely hard for Kyle who used to never apart than more than twelve hours from Stan. And because the other two were never around didn't see Cartman and Kyle any reason to see each other, the fatass and the Jew always ended fighting. Kyle felt alone…

He kicked the brake, the traffic light had turned red. The redhead watched the pedestrians walked across the street, the light flickering as a warning that it would turn red again soon. People started to walk faster, expect for one guy who took his time. The guy was very muscle with short brown hair and a cigarette in his mouth, he looked tired.

The light turned green, but the guy was still walking. Kyle pressed his horn in, the guy looked up and flipped him the bird. The guy was pissing the Jew off! From the corner of his left eye saw Kyle something black driving past him, hitting the smoking guy.

"Holy shit!" yelled Kyle. The car had just fully hit a man and just kept driving! Kyle didn't know how fast he needed to get out of his car. He yelled to some random person that he had to call 911. Kyle walked over the hit man.

"Hey are you okay dude!" They guy was covered in several wounds but was till conscious. The man just looked at Kyle, as the red head leaned over him. The guy smiled and mumbled something about angels, before closing his eyes. Kyle started to panic.

"Hey don't go to the light. You can't do that to me, hey do you hear me!" Kyle shook the guy, he had stopped breathing. Kyle grabbed his red curls and tried to calm down. Breath in, breath out he should try CPR. Kyle slowly placed his mount over the man's and blew air in the others longs two times before starting the compressions. He heard yelling around him but only concentrated on the guy in front of him. Crying, yelling and giving CPR at the same time, prying to Moses that the guy would survive.

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"Mr. Broflowzci…um….Mr. Broflovci….Kyle?" a young nurse looked nervous around the waiting room. It wasn't really busy right know. Kyle stood up and walked to the nurse. His eyes still wide from the shock and his normal pale skin, was so white it almost glowed. It was right know eight pm, he had been here the hole day.

When the ambulance had arrived, was the paramedic also worried about him and was allowed in the ambulance. Since they arrived at the hospital had Kyle been there, the police had came and asked him questions about the accident. The doctors had done some tests on Kyle and told him not to leave.

He was lead to a small bright room. "The doctor will be here in a minute, sir." The nurse started to look even more nervous. Kyle was afraid for what the doctor would say, that the guy hadn't survived the accident. That Kyle maybe had destroyed his change to live! Or that the redhead had made the situation even worse…

"Mister Kyle I assume?" Kyle looked up, he was used to that people called him Mister Kyle instead of Mr. Broflovski, but this doc tor sounded really happy, almost too happy. "I'm doctor Gouache, nice to meet you." They shook hands and the doctor sat down, giving Kyle a curious look. "We've good and bad news for you." Kyle gasped for breath and could only nod.

"The bad news is that Mr. DeLorne has a lot of bad wounds, one of them is broken ribs, that were probably caused by your CPR performance." Kyle felt the last of the blood rush out of his face, he had killed this guy called DeLorne! The red head began to hyperventilate.

"There is no reason for panic, if you hadn't done the CPR Mr. DeLorne would be dead. That's why I'm proud to say as a doctor that you saved his live!" Kyle looked up his face full of confusion, he had saved the guy? He saved the guy? He a simple law student saved some random guy by performing CPR?

Kyle began to laugh, to dance, to jump and finally hugged the doctor. Soon his laughter stopped and he started to cry. The doctor comforting him, saying that he had done a good job. After Kyle was calmed did the doctor inform him some more about the victims situation. "Um…Doctor why are you telling me this, isn't the family only allowed to know this kind of information?"

"Yes normally it is, but Mr. DeLorne really wanted that we told you all this. And Mr. DeLorne like to see you as soon as he is finished eating." Kyle looked confused again, the guy wanted to see him?

A/N: Hope it sounds realistic, I know things like that go a different in real live but hey it's a story!

So hope you liked it.