Craig Tucker was not going to cry. He was not going to get angry again and punch a wall, wasn't going to try and clear his mind and he most certainly wasn't going to tell anyone else what was going on so when Clyde came to his house to ask him what was up, he lied. He said, "Nothing. I'm busy," and shut the door. He could imagine Clyde frowning on the other end, hesitating whether to knock again, but deciding to return home. He knew not to bother Craig in times like these and Craig was thankful for that.

He had thought of visiting Tweek numerous times, but even though he'd never admit it, he was scared. He didn't want to see him like that again. It wasn't a memory he needed.

But it had been two days. Tweek might be waiting for him. If he was even consciously there, that is. He shook his head and sighed, walking down the stairs to make himself a sandwich. When he entered the kitchen he heard the front door open. "Mom?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't supposed to be home from work until later and he knew Ruby was hanging out with Kyle's little brother.

"It's me," he heard Kenny's voice from the front. He sounded tired.

Craig dropped the loaf of bread back onto the counter and headed toward the door, "Kenny, what did I tell you about picking my lo- ...Shit. What happened?"

Kenny laughed bitterly, "Kevin came back. Hilarious isn't it? He nearly killed my mom and when we thought we were finally free of him, he comes back and tries to kill me." He pulled off his sweater, wincing at the pain in his side. "Fucking Kevin..."

"What the hell did he do to you?" Craig didn't often worry about people, but he had good reason to be worried about Kenny. His life was a rollercoaster that never ended. When you wanted to get off, when you started to get sick, it didn't matter. You were trapped.

"He came back because he ran out of money. Of all thing. Like we have fucking money to give him. Bastard," Kenny mumbled under his breath. His clothes were horribly dirty, filled with mud and blood. Craig wasn't sure if all of it was even Kenny's blood. His cheek was cut and he had a black eye. To top it all off, after he'd taken off his sweater it was evident he had a rather brutal looking injury on the side of his waist.

"Christ," Craig muttered. "Follow me." He took Kenny's hand and dragged him into the bathroom. He heard Kenny let out a soft groan when he was pulled forward, but despite that, he kept his hold. Sometimes Craig felt like Kenny was more of a child he was babysitting than a friend, but he was okay with that. He wouldn't boast about it, but he really did like to be the one that his friends could lean on when they wanted to.

Except Clyde. Clyde had a new problem every day.

"I'm sorry, man."

"For what?" Craig inquired.

"I always do this to you."

"Kenny, I'm sure you don't get hurt on purpose," Craig let go of his hand and shut the bathroom door, bending down to get the first aid kit. "Sit down."

Kenny pulled the toilet seat down at slowly sat, trying not to irritate any of his injuries. "Of course I don't. It does hurt after all."

Craig kneeled in front of him and dabbed a cotton ball into alcohol. He slowly pressed it to Kenny's cut cheek and noticed the blonde flinch. Even if he had a high pain tolerance, rubbing alcohol into a cut was no picnic. "Your brother?"

"Right... I don't know what happened after I woke up. The place was trashed. Karen was hiding under our parents' bed, but she was safe. Thank God. My dad and mom weren't home; they probably don't even know he was there. I just hope he left."

"He knocked you out?"

Kenny gave Craig a look, "He killed me. I was dead and when I woke up, he was ready for round two. I'm sure he knocked me out after that again, though because I woke up in that same spot."

"Fuck, seriously?" Craig rubbed his head. He knew Kenny was immortal, but hearing him say that his own brother killed him was really rough.

"Seriously," Kenny swung his legs back. "Sometimes I wish I'd just never wake up the next time it happens. I'm never that lucky, though. No matter how many times I die, how many of Satan's parties I attend, how many times I see the white gates before I fall back into hell, it's all the same when I return. Stan and Kyle ask me where I've been, I get a knowing, sometimes sympathetic look from Eric and that's it. I don't know how many times I've told them before. I couldn't count. They never believe me."

"Not to defend them, but-"

"I know, I know. It's hard to believe I can't die. Whatever, man. I'm done with it. Next time they ask me where I was, I'll just lie."

Craig sighed, throwing the bloody cotton balls in the trash. He grabbed a Band-Aid and pressed it to Kenny's cheek. "There's one down. I'll get some ice for your eye, but," he pointed to Kenny's waist. "Hospital."

"It's that bad?"

"It's pretty bad."

"Damn it."

"I'll take you."

"Thanks."

Craig left the bathroom to grab an ice pack from the freezer. He wrapped it in a thin cloth and handed it to Kenny, who gratefully accepted and quickly pressed it to his hurt eye. "I'll take the other car. My mom probably won't mind."

Kenny raised an eyebrow, "You don't have your license."

"Fuck that," Craig grabbed the keys. "I know how to drive a car."

Kenny knew he knew how and it wasn't that Craig couldn't get his license, he was just far too lazy to. He always said as long as he knew how to drive a car, nothing else mattered. It wasn't like he'd ever leave South Park and if he did, he could bus it.

"Get in," Craig said once they were outside. He hopped into the front seat and waited for Kenny to settle down. He pressed the icepack to his eye once more and let out another groan.

"Will you do me a favor, Craig?"

"What?"

"Call Eric for me."

"What for?"

"I have to tell him something."

"Alright. I will when we arrive."

They didn't drive long. Luckily, the hospital was only about two minutes away. "Actually, do me one more favor. If I die again, can you go check on Karen? I dropped her off to hang out with Ike and Ruby. I'm sure she's fine, but just to be sure."

"You aren't going to die again."

"Just say you will."

"Fine, I will."

"Thanks," he pushed open the door and forced himself to his feet. "Shit, dude, I'm feeling dizzy."

Craig frowned and quickly locked the car, running to aid his friend. He put his arm around Kenny's waist and helped him inside the building. Almost immediately, a nurse frantically ran toward them to take Kenny away. Craig was forced to wait in a small room close to the cafeteria. He waited for nearly an hour until someone finally came to get him. He stood up as the same nurse from before walked over and smiled. "Your friend is going to be fine. You can go see him if you want."

Craig nodded and she took him to Kenny's room. Kenny was lying over the covers with his waist bandaged and holding a different cold pack over his eye. "Hey, sexy," he wiggled his eyebrows when Craig walked in.

Craig rolled his eyes. Classic Kenny, "I called the fatass. He said he'd be over when he was done playing video games. Sounds like him."

"Yeah, it does," Kenny chuckled. "So, I'm not dead."

"I didn't think you would be."

Kenny's smile dropped momentarily and he sighed. "So, this whole situation reminded me of Tweek. You need to visit him again, you know. He knows you were there. You can't hide it."

Craig shoved his hands into his pockets, "I know. I'm working on it."

"Well, no offense, Craig, but I wouldn't want you in a group project if this is your definition of working on it. Stop being a lame asshole and just... go. Trust me when I say this, your visit will be a good one."

"Yeah, yeah," Craig mumbled and that was when Cartman showed up.

"Sup?" he walked into the hospital door like he was walking into the house of a friend, casually and calm. He was carrying a bag of chips and one of his sneakers wasn't even tied.

"Cartman," Craig gave a nod.

"Tucker," Cartman nodded back. They weren't friends, but they weren't really enemies either. They acknowledged each other when they were in the same room and occasionally they spoke if they saw each other on the street, but they weren't closer than that.

"I'll see you around, Kenny," Craig gave a wave, knowing this was his cue to leave.

Once he was gone, Cartman gave Kenny a sour look. "I take it this is about the conversation we had at my house?"

"Yeah. As I thought... I just can't deny my feelings. Sorry I had to go and tell you everything. I kind of messed up, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. You're a pussy, Kenny. You're a dumb fag, but as I thought, I still can't hate you for it. I've tried to think of numerous insults and jokes, but it didn't exactly work out."

Kenny laughed, "Then, are we still friends?"

"I guess so. But just because I know, don't think you can talk to me about it. You said Craig and Tweek knew too, right? Talk to them about your faggy feelings. I know and I'm fine, but I don't wanna hear about it all the time, get it?"

Kenny grinned, "Yeah, I got it."

Cartman leaned against the wall, "When are you gonna tell him?"

Kenny only smiled secretively, "I guess we'll just see."