Chapter 3- "He's Yours"
I waited for Stan to wake up. He was finally stable. I was so glad I saved his life, if it wasn't for me, he'd be long gone and my premonition would've came true for sure. The only thing I cared about was that he made it. He was going to be ok but I knew there would be a lot to do in the next few months waiting fro Stan to recover. Stan opened his eyes as he looked at me .
"Kenny...." He replied faintly. "W-What happened....Am I dead?"
"No, you're alive." I replied softly. "I saved you're life Stan and look..." I showed him my bandage. "I donated my blood to you."
Stan's eyes widened. "Wow....Thanks Kenny, I guess we're blood brothers now, huh?"
I laughed at Stan's joke as he laughed too. "So, are you ok?"
Stan tried to move as he grunted in pain. "Yeah...I'm just in a lot of pain. Who brought flowers?"
I smiled. "I did."
Stan was so takened back. He was so happy that I cared but I could tell that he was uncertain where he was going to be once he got out of the hospital. He looked at me as he tried to move.
I had to make sure Stan was flat. "Stan, the doctor said..."
"Oh no, I'm paralyzed! No.....NO!"
I shook my head. "You're not paralyzed but you were close. One of the bullets did hit some of your spine and..."
Stan had a shocked look on his face. "Did it do damage? Will I be ok?"
I sighed. "The doctor said it'll take about six months for you to walk again. Maybe sooner if we work everyday on it."
Stan suddnely hid his face under his sheets. "........Who's going to take care of me? I got kicked out a week ago. Oh man, Kenny. What do I do?"
I looked at him. "I only care. So, it looks like my bashed up house is your new home."
Stan was hiding his shame. "Kenny, I can't...."
I smiled. "Don't worry the nurse taught me how to do that."
That didn't help at all, Stan was still embarrassed. "What the fuck did I get myself into? Now, I have to be dependent on you. How are you going to pay for my medication and my diapers? Goddamn it, this is so embarrassing!"
I looked at the large bag of money in the corner of the room. "Looks like you're going to have use all the money you have in there to pay for it. I paused. "Did you know you're four-hundred thousand dollars in debt?"
Stan's eyes widened like he just watched a calf get brutally slaughtered. "................Kenny.........How come.............?"
I hated explaning Stan's mistakes but I had to. "Well, you didn't pay the four attorneys you hired when you went to court, you owe your gang money for laundering money, you gambled way too much, and you have...."
Stan stopped me. "Oh, this is so fucked up. Kenny, you have to help me."
I stood still. Something told me that I couldn't let Stan down even if he did betray me. I was his only hope. There was no way Stan could care for himself in his condition and my house couldn't hold another person. This situation turned even more fucking complicated. I knew that we didn't have a lot at my house for Stan and we had food when we had food. If we didn't have food, then we just didn't eat that day at all.
"Stan." I replied. "You need to listen to me, we're not going to be living at my house for your recovery."
Stan went shocked. "What other way can we do this, Kenny? I can't think of another way to do this."
"Well, we can live in a place called a "Casa Medica", it's where it's like a hospital and a house at the same time."
Stan got excited. "Great! Where can we find one of those?"
I frowned. "That's the problem. Getting there."
Stan let out a hard sigh. "Ok. What's wrong with getting there? Is it like over the mountains or something?"
I sighed again. "Well, the nearest one is in town but it is thirty miles north at a lodge."
Stan felt so defeated. "Kenny, make this easy as possible. We're going to your house."
I really didn't want Stan over my house. My house was rundown, dirty, and broken. Not even a lot of things worked in our house, how was that going to work out with Stan's problem? My house was too small to have another person.
"Stan, my house is too fucking small." I looked at him. "We have to go to the Casa Medica.
Stan glared at me. "No. Kenny, your house is where I want to go. Don't make this..."
"Fine." I said. "Fine, you better not complain though. My house isn't the best but it'll have to fucking do."
Stan smiled. I could tell he was happy I gave him a home and I was glad. Stan is one of my closest friends I have. I would do anything to make sure he made out ok. I didn't want a reward either because just being there was my reward. Stan didn't have to pay me, or vow to my ultra best friend. I was already his best friend and I just wanted Stan to be ok, that was all. If it was Cartman, he would want a huge fucking award and more but I wasn't like him. I just wanted my friend to be ok.
That's all that mattered to me.
"Hey, Kenny..." Stan began. "I promise to--"
"Stan, I don't need money from you. My services are free, if you went to Cartman you'd be in fucking debt all over again!"
Stan began laughing and hard too. It was good to see Stan's smiling face again, I missed when he did smile. When he was playing as a gangster, he didn't smile as much and was the opposite of happy-go-lucky Stan. I knew I had Stan back but something told me to make sure that he was fully back to his old self. I didn't want Stan to go back to that horrible life again. He's never get back out and he would be dead for sure this time.
I looked at Stan. "Um, about my house Stan...It's different than yours, ok?"
Stan didn't seem to care. "Oh, I don't give a shit, Kenny. If I have somewhere to live then I'm fine."
"Since you have a lot of money, we can buy all the things we need." I said as I made a list. "First the debt needs to be paid off, ok?"
Stan looked at me sadly. "Where's Kyle? Has he come to visit me?"
I stopped stiff. "Um......Stan, Kyle will come when he's--"
Stan glared at his porridge. "Some best friend he is, fucking bastard wouldn't even visit me in the hospital. I didn't even sell his necklace like I thought I would. "
I sighed. I had tried so hard to convince Kyle to visit Stan but he always refused. Kyle wanted nothing to do with Stan and as of now their relationship was suffering. Kyle and Stan wouldn't let a fight tear up their relationship but because Stan betrayed Kyle so many times, Kyle just gave up and took the situation very personal. Kyle thought he was severely affected but I was too, I would have to do a lot of work to help Stan recover.
Cartman didn't want anything to do with Stan either. God, Cartman could be heartless at the wrong times and I was really fucking pissed at him that he wouldn't help me or anything. He just went on his way.
Stan struggled to eat his porridge. "Um...Kenny? Can you feed me my porridge?"
I smiled. "Sure. I was waiting for you to ask me."
Stan began laughing. "Guess you'll have to get used to me calling you, Kenny."
I laughed. "I guess I'm Dr. Kenny now, huh?"
We both laughed as Kyle entered the room. Stan stopped laughing as I looked to see Kyle. Kyle walked up to me and took me outside of Stan's room. I could tell Kyle was serious but I wasn't sure what this was all about.
"Kyle, what was that for? I was in the middle of feeding, Stan!"
Kyle just looked at me. "Kenny, what did you think you were doing?!?! Are you crazy?!?!"
"Oh, here we go the fuck again." I began. "Look, Stan would've been dead hadn't it been for me."
Kyle just crossed his arms. "Stan could've killed you too, Kenny!"
I rolled my eyes. "Um...Kyle...If you noticed that when I die, I come back. It wouldn't have mattered if I died, if my best friend needs my life to live, then I'll give it to him."
Kyle grabbed me by my jacket. "You're aiding the enemy! Kenny, let Stan--"
I threw Kyle off of me. "No, you listen! Stan has nowhere to go! You're his best friend and all of sudden it's so bad to you that you stop caring about Stan?!?! It'll take six fucking months for him to walk again and guess what, Kyle? I'm going to make sure he does walk again! I'm the one that cares! Stan is my best friend and if he needs me, I'll always be there for him!"
Kyle turned his back to me. "He cut you, Kenny! Why are you letting yourself get hurt?!?! He betrayed you too!"
I was so pissed. "Look at yourself, Kyle! Let it go! You're just as bad as Cartman for leaving Stan on his own!"
Stan glared at Kyle. "Goddamn it, Kyle! Just get out before I call security!"
Kyle stammered. "Y-you would never do that t-to me. Stan, we were best friends...W-We were super buddies..."
Stan screamed out in pain. "........Well, you stopped caring......Look, I only want...Kenny around me....Just go, please. GET OUT!"
Kyle looked at me. "Kenny.....I......I..."
I put my arm around Kyle. "You need to do a lot of thinking......If Stan was important to you, you wouldn't have left him."
I hated to yell at Kyle but he needed to hear the truth. "I can't believe I stopped caring about him. I was afraid for myself that I....didn't care about Stan anymore. Oh, I fucked up so bad, Kenny."
I hugged Kyle. "Kyle. Stan is living at my house for now. If you want him to be happy, I would visit him more."
I felt Kyle's tears on my parka. "He's so angry at me! He won't even look at me anymore, it won't work!"
I stood Kyle up. "It's up to you if this works out or not. You need to show Stan that you care, it'll lessen the pain."
Kyle gave me his flowers. "Make sure he sees this, ok? I was just too afraid that I..."
I hugged Kyle again. "Don't worry about it. I just want you to think about what you and Stan had, ok?"
Kyle walked away as I went back in Stan's room to see that he got a strong dose of pain medication. He would be knocked out pretty soon so I had to hurry up and feed him his porridge before he fell asleep on me.
I put the flowers on Stan's table as he slapped the vase on to the ground. "I don't want anything from that fucktard!" Stan was ready to sit up when I stopped him. "Damn it, Kenny! Who told him to show up?!?!"
I cleaned up the pieces and looked at Stan. "Stan, Kyle brought those for you. What the hell is your fucking problem?"
Stan just glared. "Everything is wrong!"
I sighed. "You were happy half and hour ago, what's wrong?"
"Everything is wrong!"
Stan finished his porridge as made sure he was more comfortable. "Well, you're going to go to sleep soon. The nurse will kick me out soon, ok?"
Stan felt lonely. "Can't you stay an hour longer, Kenny? Come on, please?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Stan. I have to go, I'll come back tomorrow if I can."
Stan wanted to convince me again but he fell asleep. I turned out his light and walked out of his room. I realized dealing with Stan was going to be hard, he would be happy for awhile then he would be angry. I guess it was the stress of the situation, I'm sure it would make anyone go crazy. Stan just needed to know someone was there.
It looked like I'd have to do some work on my room, Stan would probably choose to room with me.
That's Chapter 3. Please R&R
