Sorry for that cliffhanger on the last one. I hope I didn't make you guys wait too long. School is crazy and I have college applications to do. x_x Again, I'm so sorry for the slow updates. Thanks for sticking with the story and being so patient!
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The pulse. I need to find the pulse. Where the fuck is it? C'mon Kyle, please!
And then he found it. After squeezing Kyle's wrist for what felt like an eternity, Cartman found the weak, faltering beat. The beat that gave him the confirmation that he was so desperately seeking: Kyle was alive. Unconscious, but still alive. Still breathing, albeit barely.
The truck had obviously been speeding. It was almost as if the driver had mistaken the small street for I-80. Although Cartman hadn't been quick enough to push Kyle completely out of the way, it was quite clear what would have happened had he just stood there. Eric Cartman had saved Kyle Broflovski's life. For the third time. And it was safe to say that Kyle still had no idea who his rescuer was the day he nearly died from the smug in San Francisco or who resuscitated him in the Pentagon after Manbearpig attacked him.
"Kahl? KAHL!" After he was sure that Kyle was most definitely unconscious and couldn't hear him, Cartman lifted Kyle's fragile body into his lap.
"I really hate you, you know that? But please Kahl, don't fucking die. I will not have your goddamn Jew blood on my hands!"
Why is it always me who has to save this asshole? I wonder what he'd say if he knew it was me all this time? I could just tell him now while he can't hear anything I say…
Cartman looked down at the nearly lifeless figure in his lap and noticed that Kyle's expressionless face was covered with wet splotches. Cartman slowly reached up to touch his own face and it was only then that he realized he was crying.
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(Cartman?)
The sound of the muffled voice coming from behind him shocked Cartman so much that he dropped Kyle as he spun around.
"Goddamn it Kenneh, you poor piece of shit! You made me drop him."
(Why were you holding him to begin with?) Kenny inquired.
"He got hit by a fucking truck!"
(Jesus, is he okay?!)
"Of course not, dipshit! He got hit by a fucking truck."
(But that still doesn't explain why you're holding him.)
"Did you think I was just gonna leave him here?"
(Yes, actually. I wouldn't have expected any—wait, Cartman, are you crying?)
"What? No! I just… where the hell did you come from anyway? Weren't you just having lunch?"
(A piece of plaster from the cafeteria ceiling fell on my head about halfway through the period. It sucked ass because I was just about to ask Bebe out. Or was it Heidi? I can't remember. But don't try to change the subject. You are definitely crying and you have dirt and gravel all over you. Wait a minute. Cartman, did you push Kyle out of the way?)
Cartman knew he was trapped now, but he still tried to cover for himself.
"Why the fuck does it matter, dickface? Can we just get him to Hell's Pass or something? I don't want everyone to come out and think that I killed the damn daywalker."
(Holy shit, Cartman! You did save him, knowing that you could have died yourself! I always knew you secretly lov—)
Cartman interrupted Kenny before the dreaded sentence could be finished.
"JESUS CHRIST KENNEH, WILL YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME? I need you to follow my directions very carefully. I'm going to call 911 and then I'll go back inside. You wait here for the ambulance. When it comes, go to the hospital with Kahl and wait there until he wakes up. When he does, he is going to be all nosey like the Jew he is and ask you lots of questions about what happened. You are to tell him that he and I were arguing and he ran into the road just as I went back to class. You had just fallen back to Earth, so you saw it all from a distance. Just as you were walking toward Kahl, the truck came out of nowhere and hit him. Then you called 911 and brought him to the hospital. Got it?"
(Pretty much. As long as I don't die along the way, I should be able to pull it off.)
Cartman angrily whipped out his cell-phone and began to dial.
"Kenny if you screw this up, so help me JESUS, I will fucking kill you, asshole!"
(I'm not very intimidated by my own death, if you haven't noticed.)
Cartman was now completely out of the little patience he had left.
"Just go! He's still bleeding and that's only going to make things worse. He already took my goddamn kidney, I'm not giving him my blood too."
(Okay, I'm going. But I just have one question, Cartman. What if… what if Kyle doesn't wake up?)
The two boys just stared at each other for a minute before Cartman finally broke the silence.
"I said JUST GO!" And with that, Cartman stormed off toward the school.