Staring at the doctor, Kyle frowned. "Is he gonna be okay?" Was the teenager's question. The doctor clasped her hands, sighing. "Kyle, your friend might ... Die. He was already in bad shape before he got burned alive. If he does live, he will have the damage showing for a few years, or forever." The doctor stated. At that exact moment, Liane came in, when she saw Eric. "Oh, my baby! My poor baby!" She whimpered, rushing to his side and grabbing his already bloodied hand. Kyle had swollen eyes, and he could barely breath now. "H-how much will it cost when you're done?" Kyle asked. The doctor frowned, examining him. "Roughly ten thousand dollars." Came the answer. Kyle let his jaw drop. "Ten thousand? How are we gonna make that kinda money?" He snapped. Stan stepped in, whispering in his ear. Kyle grinned. "We can do it..." Kyle stated. However, the doctor looked at the door and nodded, before looking back at them. "You two boys need to go. He's about to go in surgery. You too, Ms. Cartman." Liane sadly left, still sobbing as Kyle and Stan followed. Kyle looked behind him, only to see Eric's sad little bruised face. It looked awful!
Following along Stan, Kyle curiously asked. "How are we gonna convince Token to help us?" Kyle asked. Stan thought for a moment. "I don't know. Just beg him like Eric does when he wants icecream from his mom." Kyle frowned, jutting him with his elbow. "Not now Stan, I don't wanna make fun of him, he's going to fucking die!" He said, voice cracking at the end. Stan patted him on the shoulder, exiting the hospital as they headed to Token's house. "But seriously, just... Beg for it." Stan suggested. Kyle had a million questions in his mind. "I'm going to find whoever did this to Eric... And I'm gonna fucking KILL HIM!" Kyle suddenly shouted, temper breaking as he grew angry. "Dude, dude calm down!" Stan shouted. Kyle grew defensive, raising his fists. "Was it you who did this Stan, was it you?!" Kyle snarled. Stan glared. "I will absolutely never help you if you don't get a hold of yourself!" Stan warned. Kyle took deep breaths in and out, although his face was hot and red with rage. They were in view of Token's house, when Kyle seemed to hold his breath, eyes watering. However, Stan noticed and slowly asked. "Dude... Are you... Crying?" He asked. Kyle sobbed. "He can't die... There's no way he can! Eric's always stood up for himself, who could do this to him?" Kyle asked shakily. Stan sighed. "Kyle, who knows who. Eric's done some pretty vile things, maybe he pissed someone off." Kyle found himself at Token's door by then, and knocking, the rich figure opened the door. "Hey guys, what's going on?" He asked. "We need ten thousand dollars." Kyle put in. Token seemed nervous. "What for?" He asked. Kyle bared his fists. "Eric got beat up and is -" Before he could finish, Token slammed the door. "Token, don't you wanna help?" Stan chimed in. Token had muffled speech due to the door. "Cartman is a douchebag, I'm not helping." Kyle hissed in annoyance, starting to shout back. "IF HE WASN'T ALIVE, YOU AND NICHOLE WOULDN'T BE TOGETHER!" Kyle called.
Stan yawned. "Fuck this, there's no hope." And so, he slowly walked away. Kyle raised both fists shouting. "FINE THEN, FUCK ALL OF YOU!" Kyle roared out, splitting paths and going the other way. There was only one way to make money to help Cartman. Not only get revenge, but get rich. He was gonna get his dad, and sue the shit out of who did this. First, Kyle just had to find the man who did it. He didn't trust anybody. Soon he had to just fill out a police report. He was tired though, and didn't know how to start after the police report. Kyle supposed he just needed a plan. And how would Kyle get around school? He needed to find a way. And with the PC Principle around that would be a rough and tough situation. Kyle just needed to find a way to get out of school, only temporary. Although it would be nice if forever. He was getting closer to home... Kyle just needed a nap to refresh him. Looking drowsy as he walked, he had all sorts of suspects in his mind. Kyle suddenly burst into a fit, kicking at the concrete angrily as he walked. Looking up at the sky, he pointed at the air screaming. "Why don't you fucking fix this?!" Kyle shouted, stifling tears. "My friend's gonna die and all you're doing is sitting up there ruining everything!" Kyle snarled, shaking his fist at the sky. Maybe God had abandoned him. He... He needed to get back to the hospital. Cartman could wake up, and Kyle needed to be there for him. Changing directions, he saw Kenny up ahead and was about to say something. However, as Kyle saw Kenny laying on the floor, with worse burns then Eric, and purposefully done damage, Kyle gasped. "Oh my god, they killed Kenny! You bastards!" Kyle shouted. What the hell was going on? Racing away, the ginger barely kept his hat on as it blew in the wind. Spotting the hospital, he saw Butters being wheeled away, with some bad injuries, much like Eric's. Who was doing this? "Uh - um, Eric Cartman?" Was all he managed to say. The doctor nodded. "He's still alive. He just finished surgery, and should come awake soon." Kyle was led away quickly into Eric's room, and he just... Stared.
After a long while of staring, he suddenly saw the scarred eyelid open of Eric Cartman. "Eric, Eric talk to me!" Kyle instructed instantly. Eric barely opened his mouth, and soft words too quiet to understand came out. Kyle looked at the doctor. "Isn't there anything to know what he's saying?" He asked. The doctor shook his head. "But we do have something that can... Read their minds." He proposed. Kyle nodded. "I'll take it, please." He requested. The doctor frowned. "No little boy, you don't seem to understand. It has a high chance of giving you cancer." Kyle shouted. "I'm not little, fucking asshole! Just give me the god damn thing!" He requested. Sighing, the doctor walked off for a short while. Coming back, he offered it to Kyle. Taking it, he examined it for a while. Reading the directions, he used it. Instantly, he saw thoughts popping up in his view. 'Kyle! Kyle! Leprechauns... I'm not fat! Shit, am I gonna die? Scott Cawthon.. Trent Boyett and Kanye West... I wish I could say goodbyes... Eric Cartman you're gonna Tom Brady this thing!' Kyle frowned, curiously. What was he thinking?
"Eric, think what you wanna say... I can read your mind." At an instant, Eric's thoughts changed with little words in the background wondering if he was going to die. 'Shit! God damned Leprechauns! If you wanna see my mom's tits, do it yourself.' ... What? Kyle stared blankly confused. "Eric, just tell me what you want to say to all your friends, and tell us who did this." Kyle ordered. 'Fine, but only because I might die. Now don't read my god damn mind without telling me. Make sure Kyle, Butters, Liane, and Stan to stay inside. Warn them they will surely die, or even worse be tortured and kept alive. And then, for goodbyes...' Wow, this was one of the most serious times he ever saw Cartman act. Was it actually Cartman? However, Eric started after a few thoughts echoed his mind of wondering why he had done it. What was it, exactly? That was Kyle's question, but it never got to be revealed as Cartman started.
'First, tell Stan we never really got time alone, and I'm sorry about that. Tell him he's always been a pretty good friend. And tell him to stay away from Kyle or someone might have to kick his ass. Tell him to take good care of Wendy, and tell him I'm happy for him that he and his girlfriend are happy with each other, even if I once wanted her. Tell Kenny, one day he'll get a nice, beautiful bunch of girls to bang probably - since he's so determined to do so. Tell em he's a pretty cool guy, and I wish him luck for his family becoming rich one day, and I hope when he gets older he doesn't have to deal with the being poor shit. And then... Tell Kyle that I always saw him as my best friend. He's a great guy. Tell him I'm sorry for everything, like calling him a Jew, and trying to kill him now and then.' Pfft, now and then. Eric always killed him! In the background he heard little sobs from Eric's thoughts, which appeared to not come from him due to Eric's weakness in the hospital. "I'm Kyle, fatass." Kyle pointed out, eyes rolling.
'I hate you, stupid Jew get the fuck outta here.' Eric thought. Kyle planted his face in his hands in annoyance. "You weren't saying that a minute ago, you god damn fatass!" He shouted. It looked like Kyle was shouting at a corpse, despite the fact that corpse was very much alive. 'Anyway, tell Liane I love her, a lot. She has mostly been one of my only friends, as I know for a fact everyone basically hates me and I can't get any lower then I am. And tell everyone else they're major douchebags, and I'm watching everyone in heaven.' At that instant, Kyle felt... Kinda bad for him. They had told him that before, when? Oh yeah, after he and Wendy fought. "You aren't going to heaven, and hell probably won't accept you either because you're such a douche." He stated, but then Kyle quietly looked around. Nobody was watching. Lowering down, Kyle was on his knees at Eric's bed. Quietly planting a kiss on his recovering burned up cheek, Kyle spoke. "Who did it to you?" Came Kyle's question. 'What the fuck just happened? Oh my god I am sooo dizzy..' Eric thought, before everything went black. Panicking, Kyle screamed. "HE PASSED OUT!" And, with that only seconds later a doctor came rushing in. "Okay little boy, just get home. We're still fixing up your friend." He said.
Kyle walked away, but he couldn't believe what just happened. Kyle had kissed Eric on the cheek... That was... New. And did Eric pass out from it? Kyle wasn't exactly sure. Exiting the office looking at his shoes nervously, he went home. After a long while of writing, he some how remembered everything Eric said. Writing them down, he also wrote that he read Eric's mind to communicate. And of course, he remembered what Eric said to him. Tiredly walking down each street, it was in the middle of the night, and Kyle was scared after Eric's warning. He also had been thinking about something before Kyle intruded his thoughts. What did Scott Cawthon and Trent Boyett have to do with anything? As well as Kanye West. Scott Cawthon was in jail, and so was Trent Boyett. Unless... Sweating as his pace increased, he quickly dropped what he printed out at each door step that Eric had instructed. Looking in the direction of the hospital, Kyle sniffled. Bawling his eyes out, he started running home. He had just finished everything. He felt... So emotional. Possibly passing out on his bed from exhaustion without bothering his parents, his pillow was covered in Kyle's tears before he went to bed.
That's all for today, folks! Look forward to Thursday, as that is the day you are going to find out who is the attacker ;-D I hope you enjoyed, please follow, leave a like, and review !