Stand By Me
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The conclusion of the initial plot! Although…there may be additions to this. Dunno…depends on if Karen and I can concentrate on the recovery portion XDDD. Still Stan's POV.
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"Stan, what's wrong? Tell me, please..."
"The doc thinks you MIGHT, just might, need surgery. There's a lot of pressure on a couple of your nerves, in addition to the slipped disc. Basically, he can either re-break your back, or go in, slide the disc back to its normal resting place and relieve the pressure on those nerves," I answer.
"Surgery? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, all those sound awful! Oh God, I don't want surgery!! Ohhhhh God, I won't be able to walk ever again! Oh God!!" Kyle exclaims, freaking out in my arms.
"It's a really easy procedure. Like...half an hour, or so. Outpatient surgery. Half an hour under anesthesia, and a couple months of massage therapy, and you'll be perfect. Your back'll be better than ever!!" I say, trying to reassure him as I enter the viewing room and sit on the bed, still holding Kyle close.
"OHhhhhhhh, I shoulda told you about it long ago!! God, I'm such a fucking IDIOT!" he says, beating himself up as Dr. Reinholdt enters, carrying X-rays and CT and MRI scan results.
"Have you told him?" the doc asks me.
"Yes, he did," Kyle answers.
"He's not that thrilled at the prospect, Doc..." I add.
"Did you tell him how easy it'd be?"
"Yeah..."
"Kyle? What kind of treatment would you like?" Dr. R asks.
"Ohhh God damn it, isn't there some kind of... I dunno... drug or something?" he asks with a sigh. "I'll do whatever is the simplest and quickest."
"Well, I could only give you a drug for the pain, but that wouldn't do anything to fix your back. I can do the surgery within the hour, if you'd rather get this all over with today..."
"TODAY?" he asks, grabbing me tightly... a little TOO tightly. "OH GOD!!"
"Cheer up, Ky … it's one day closer to you being well, and it'll keep you from worrying about it all night..."
He sighs again. "OK…"
"So that's a yes, Kyle? Would you like me to further explain what's going to happen, or do you think Stan did a good enough job of that?"
"Ohhhh I don't care, just do what you have to and get this over with! Oh, sorry..."
"He always worries about going to hospitals...pretty much every time he goes in, he's got a life-threatening disease that brings him to death's door. So...he's a little apprehensive about going under the knife," I explain.
"Oh. Well, then, that's understandable. Kyle, we'll get you admitted quickly and up to surgery for the anesthesia to be administered. We'll even let Stan stay with you."
"Really? Stan can stay? Well, I suppose that's a small plus... OH, I don't mean it like that Stan! Like, it's a big plus, but... I'll just shut up now!" Poor Ky, putting his foot in his mouth…
"Won't I be in the way?" I ask.
"Not really. We'll be working around his lower back, so as long as you stay away from there, you'll be fine. We'll even issue you some scrubs so you fit in."
"COOL! Kyle, won't that be awesome! And maybe we can play "Doctor," later!!"
"Hehehe, sounds good! So, when do we start this thing? Will I be able to go home after it?" Kyle asks, sounding a little more enthused about his procedure.
"Well, call it half an hour to get you admitted and have the anesthesia done, another five to make sure it's taken effect, probably another thirty minutes to do the surgery itself...we can have you out of here a little over an hour from your go-ahead. Call it...six o'clock, we'll get you discharged."
"Oh, OK. That sounds good. Oh man...It's gonna be a long afternoon," he says, getting a little shaky.
"Don't worry, Ky," I reassure him. "It's only another hour, and you'll be out of it for most of it."
"So, Kyle, shall we go get started on the paperwork?"
"Paperwork? Oh, right. Ohhh man, I can't really concentrate on that right now. Lil help, Stan?"
"Of course, Kyle. I know everything about you anyway."
"This way then..."
"Heh," Kyle says as we follow Dr. R. He sighs. "Stan?"
"Ky?"
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Not really...I mean, you've always been a little shy about talking about it when you're hurt. But you still shoulda told me I was hurting you all those nights..."
"You weren't hurting me! Well, maybe, but it's my own fault. Besides, those nights were less painful then you think." Still trying to be kinky, even when he's practically an invalid!!
I grin as I start filling out paperwork. "OK...Kyle J. Broflovski...born 1987...sex: often..., no just kidding, Male...allergies?"
"Hehe... No allergies... I thought you knew all bout' me?"
"All I need to know is that you're not allergic to me. So, no allergies. Home address...3 Fingerbang Drive, Denver CO..." I trail off, silently filling out the rest of the forms and handing them back to the nurse. "Here you go!"
"Thank you sir," she says, taking them from me. "Alright, Mr. Broflovski, let's get an admissions armband on you, and then, Mr. Marsh, you can take him up to Level 4. They'll be waiting for you there."
"Alright," I say.
"OK. Let's go. OK, almost over, almost over. Keep telling myself that. Oh God, it hasn't even started! OH God Stan, you must be SO sick of me going on and making this a big deal. I'm such an idiot..." he says, continuing to beat himself up as the nurse puts an admissions armband on us.
I pick him up, heading for the elevator. "Hehe, but I only have to listen to another fifteen minutes of it. And then, we'll be able to go home and play Doctor!!"
"Hehe, least I'll be having sweet dreams while I'm under!"
I hit the call button and give him a big kiss. "I'm happy for that!!"
We enter the elevator and head up to level four.
"Broflovski, party of two?" the nurse asks as we get out of the elevator.
"Yep..." Kyle answers, turning to me and whispers in my ear desperately. "What-if-something-goes-wrong? What-if-they-mess-it-up?"
"I'll kick 'em in the nuts. Nobody paralyzes my Kyle and gets away with it!!" I reply honestly, and a little too protectively.
"Heh... How long till this is over?"
I check my watch. "Forty minutes."
"OK, 40 minutes. OK, I can do this... I can do it," he says, taking deep breaths and trying to psyche himself up. "… I-can't-do-it!"
"You CAN do it, Kyle!!" I promise him, adding "and then WE can do it ALLLLL NIIIIGHT LOOOOOOONG!!"
"Yeah. Ok. So sorry I'm freaking out. I'm a pussy, yeah, I know."
I take him into surgery. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon," I reassure him.
"Mr. Broflovski? I'm Dr. Nona Me, I'll be your anesthesiologist today. Mr. Marsh, if you could lay him face down on this bed, we can get started..."
Kyle grabs my hand. "Wish me luck?"
"Best of luck, love…" I say, squeezing back and setting him down as requested.
"Now, I'm going to put this mask on you, so we can administer the anesthesia...are you OK with this?" she asks as Dr. Reinholdt enters with a few nurses.
"Uhh, yeah. I-i guess so."
"Alright," she says sweetly, putting the mask on and turning on the happy gas.
I squeeze his hand from my spot on a stool, so I can stare at his face as he calms and relaxes. "Sweet dreams, love..." I say, hoping to be the last thing Kyle hears while conscious.
"Alright, Nona...when you're sure he's under, we'll go ahead and start," Dr. Reinholdt says from behind me.
"Right," the anesthesiologist replies.
"Stan…" Kyle says, before closing his eyes and nodding off. "ZZzzzZZzzz…"
"He's under," I inform them.
"You're sure?" the two Doctors ask.
"I've been sleeping with him for the past five years. I know when he's asleep."
"OK then, he's under," Dr. Me says.
"Alright," Dr. Reinholdt says. "Making the incision..."
I look away. I don't wanna watch this. I stare at Kyle instead, watching him breathe, his relaxed face, as I listen to the sounds coming from the surgery behind me, fixing him up so that he'll never hurt again. Because…I don't WANT Kyle hurting. It goes against my duty as the partner. I'm supposed to provide for Kyle, and I do that by dancing like an idiot and singing my lungs out at those stupid fucking concerts. I'm supposed to care for him, and that's why we're here. Love him in sickness and in health…of COURSE!! It's KYLE we're talking about here! Kyle!
Twenty minutes later, I hear all the noises and things behind me stop, and I turn to look.
"OK...that's the last suture," Doctor Reinholdt says. "Stan, the operation was successful. The disc is back in its proper spot and I'm 95 certain it'll never pop back out, and we've relieved the pressure on those nerves. Tell him he might want to cut back on the tight pants and shirts."
"Haha, yes sir. How long until..." I trail off, pointing at my still-sleeping boyfriend's legs.
"Well, he SHOULD be able to walk out of here on his own."
"... nnnnnnnnn St-...an..." the "he" in question moans, opening his eyes.
"Good morning, sunshine!! Doc here says that everything's back where it should be...how're you feeling?" I ask, turning away from Doc briefly to greet my newly-awoken Kyle.
"Really? That's good. I'm OK... still tired..." he says, hesitant about sitting up.
"It's the anesthesia...we usually go a little more than what's necessary, just to be certain. It'll wear off in a few minutes." Dr. Reinholdt says. "Now, Stan...we had to put in stitches to close him up, so...take it easy for a few weeks. I'll write you a note to take to your producer or whatever so he'll know how long you'll be unable to go..."
"That's it? Just a few weeks to wait for the stitches?" I ask. All right!!
Kyle's face shows something else entirely. I believe disappointment, probably because he'll be thinking we can't have the sex for the next few weeks. I bet we can!! "Is that it? Wait for stitches? Nothin else?" he asks as I gently pull him up and rearrange him to be sitting up.
"Well, you're going to need a few weeks of rehab after that just to make sure everything's working properly. So...call it six weeks off the road."
"How long until I can find out if ..."it"... is working properly?" I ask, fairly tactless. I can see Kyle smacking his forehead out of the corner of my eye.
"Well, I would recommend not having sex until your stitches are removed, just in case you tear them...but don't worry, Stan, after that, he should be able to do whatever."
"'Rehab?' What kinda things are going to happen there? Wait, can I even walk right now, or will I have to be carried everywhere?"
"Well, not rehab so much as...testing. Just a few minutes every week to make sure I didn't nick something I shouldn't have nicked. As for walking now...well, why don't you just see?"
"Oh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad. Oh, I can walk? Lil help getting me up, Stan?"
I lift Kyle off the bed. "I bet you'll miss being carried everywhere, though, won't you?"
His face brightens as he notices the strain has gone. "Hey… that feels OK!! Awww, maybe just a little. You can carry me round if you want, I'll never say no."
"Well, I'm glad to have been of service! It was a pleasure meeting you, sirs. I hope you wouldn't mind, but...I have a 12-year-old daughter, and...she's a big fan..." Dr. Reinholdt says. He looks hella-embarrassed.
"Tell ya what, doc. Since you fixed up Kyle here, we'll waive the usual fee..."
"Sure, no problem!" Kyle adds.
Dr. Reinholdt miraculously produces CDs from his coat pockets, along with a marker. "Thank you so much...she'll be THRILLED."
I sign my name on the first CD. "Always glad to make people happy."
I notice that Kyle's hands a tad shaky, but he signs it OK. Probably because of the nerves that he still feels. "There!" he pronounces as we swap, signing our names again before handing them back to Dr. Reinholdt.
"Thanks again, both of you! Kyle, I'm sure you're anxious to get out of here and back home to recuperate..."
"Hehe, definitely. Thank you."
"You'll send the bill to our insurance?" I ask.
"Yes, yes...and what they don't pay, you should get a bill for in a couple weeks."
"It's been a pleasure, Doc. Kyle...c'mon. I'll call Tony and Tom and have 'em get the jet ready to go, and Jacques is still probably outside. There's still PLENTY of things I can do to you that won't tear your stitches..." I say bemusedly, guiding Kyle towards the door.
"Hehe. Wow, I haven't walked without a strain for a long time!"
"See, Ky? It wasn't that bad."
"Fine, you were right, but only now because it's over."
"Well, hindsight's always 20/20..." I say, escorting him into the elevator.
"I'm tempted to rip this armband off now, but...I think I can think of a better way to do it LATER," I tell him with a waggle of the eyebrows.
"Oh? What do you plan to do? I can't do much right now."
"Well you can at least respond to what I'm going to do to YOU! Maybe we can actually get an orgasm out of you tonight. Let's just say it involves teeth." More eyebrows.
"Hehehehe sounds OK to me!!" he says, leaning against me and sighing. "Sorry..."
"It's all in the past, Ky. Now...we can look forward to six weeks at home without Fatass dragging us across country on some lame tour or another...but knowing him, he'll think it the GREATEST time to start work on a new album. Goddamn money-grubbing asshat..."
"Stupid prick asshole cock sucker…" Kyle says as we leave the elevator.
I kiss him. "Let's not think about him. Now…would you rather spend the next six weeks in Denver, or at the beach house in Miami?"
"Hmmmmmm," he says, pondering. "Which is furthest from the hospital?"
"Well, technically Denver, but...I've heard Florida's great for R&R."
"Heh, alright, Miami then!"
"Great!" I say, helping him into the limo, which heads off for the airport.
I get on my phone. "Tony? It's me. Listen, change of plans...we're goin' to Miami. Have the plane ready in fifteen, alright? Bye," I say, clicking it off.
I turn to Kyle. "Six weeks of Kyle and the beach...Life Is Sweet," I say with a kiss.
"Mmmmm, yes it is, but..."
"But?"
Surprisingly, he buries his face in Stan's chest and starts crying. "I-still-feel-bad!"
"So make it up to me," I say simply.
"But... I lied to you for over 2 months, and again this morning saying it was only a month! How can I make that up to you? I mean, I'm 'limited', and what I can do just doesn't seem enough!" I don't think he understands why I can be so forgiving to him.
"I'm a patient fella...and I'm more than willing to forgive your bad habits. Not only would I be a bad Christian for not doing so, I'd be a bad person! So...we'll wait. I'll keep happy by keeping YOU happy until three weeks from now where you can jump my bones and do me until the sun sets."
I'm very surprised when he stops crying, crawls up my body and kisses me hard. "Fuck I love you! I'll do as much as I can now to make it up to you. I'll never do it again, I promise."
"Now THAT'S my Kyle..." I say as we drive off into the sunset.
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Author's Notes: D'aww…how sweet of Stanny!!
Phoenix II