A/N: I updated :D

"What do you mean?" Butters asked Ike.

"I've never seen you." Ike answered. Mrs. Broflovski scooped the infant up and went into the kitchen, presumably to tell him that Butters would be staying temporarily.

I looked at the kitchen entrance for a while, until I realized that I should probably be doing something better with my life. I went upstairs to my room to see Butters sprawled on the floor, not even having bothered to have set up a sleeping bag or anything. I threw a blanket over him and did my homework. I had realized that I had forgotten to do it.

*Skip to school morning*

Beep beep beep! My alarm clock went off. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, while I heard Butters get up.

"Aw hamburgers! School already?!" He complained and grabbed his normal clothes. He left the room, probably to shower. I literally rolled out of bed and locked the door, then slumped against it. I was tired, for no legitimate reason. Then, some kind of natural instinct activated in me, and I ran to call Stan's house to see if he was coming over and if we would be walking to school, until I stopped short. My best friend was in the fucking hospital...Sighing, I trudged over to my dresses and pulled on my normal attire; an orange coat and green pants, with my trademark green ushanka. I opened the door, and went downstairs, where the smell of eggs wafted over to my nostrils.

"Oh, um...Mrs. Broflovski, could I please have cereal?" Butters asked when Mom put a plate of toast in front of him.

"Sure sweetie. Here Kyle, you can have this." She gave the plate to me. Guess I didn't have to go to the kitchen and grab the breakfast myself. While Dad was getting Ike ready, and Mom was washing dishes, Butters and I sat in silence. The only sounds heard were the soft crackling of Butters' cereal, and the munching of my delectable toast.

When we finished, we rushed out the door to school, still silent.

School in general is pretty boring. I mean, it's cool to learn new stuff, but the day really seemed to drag on without Stan to pass notes to. I glanced around while Garrison had his back turned, writing some vocabulary words on the board. Wendy was visibly upset that her boyfriend wasn't here, and Cartman was smiling. I for one, did not know that the bastard was capable of smiling in school.

"Ok students, please write these down." Mr. Garrison said, and I took out a notebook. I did what I was told and went back to leaning back in my chair. After everyone had taken notes, Garrison erased the board and wrote new ones on the board. This was basically how my school day went before recess.

RECESS

"We heard that you shot Stan, and he's in the hospital." Craig and his gang sauntered up to me and Kenny, who I had decided to hang out with, since Stan was gone for the time being.

"What the hell? He's in the hospital but I didn't shoot him!" I said angrily. Craig rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, I was just asking something." Craig said. I glared at him, angry that he would think I would shoot my own super best friend! I don't belong in a fucking mental asylum like Tweek does! "Come on guys, let's go." Craig told his little posse, and they walked to the swing set.

"Are you going to see Stan after school?" Kenny asked me.

"Yeah." I replied, a little sarcastically. Well, come on, who wouldn't see their friend if they were injured for something you should've been injured for?

"I'll go with you." Kenny said.

"Ok, Butters is going too." I said, and Kenny nodded. Like with this morning, most of the recess was spent in utter silence as well. Without Stan around, nothing really seemed to be fun. Kenny and I definitely weren't going to be fags like Butters, who was jump-roping with the girls, and Craig's crew was never appealing. So we continued to sit on the bench.

HOSPITAL (Stan's POV)

Damn, I want to go home. It's too lonely here, what with the beeping of a machine being the only company I had. Squinting, I glanced at the clock, which read 12:45. Oh joy, I got to sit around in bed for approximately another two hours before Kyle came.

There's still that painful feeling in my stomach, but hey, I've kinda learned to deal with it. The nurse was supposed to come in with some sort of medicine, and it'll probably knock me out, which will suck. It always sucks. Just then, the nurse came in.

"Here Stanley," she said kindly, and handed me a cup with that terrible pretend-cherry-flavor-that-tastes-like-shit medicine. Fuck. I drank it and nearly gagged, so the nurse gave me a cup of water (A/N: Not a medic, so I'm not sure if this is accurate).

Shortly after, predictably, I dozed off. One thing's for sure, I'm doing a hell of a lot of sleeping.

AFTER SCHOOL (Kyle's POV)

"All right," said Kenny, "Let's go." The bell rang finally, and I was still shoving a textbook in my bag. "Dude, are all of those books really necessary?!"

"Yeah Kenny, because some of us actually do homework." I said gesturing at by bag. Kenny hoisted his 5 ounce backpack over his shoulder.

"Who needs homework?" He asked.

"...colleges Kenny. Colleges need homework." I replied, attempting to lift my 5 ton bag.

"Yeah well-" Kenny was interrupted by Butters running up to them.

"Aren't we going to see Stan fellahs?" He asked.

"Yeah, let's go." I said, still trying to lift my backpack. Maybe I could lose a notebook...or seven.

HOSPITAL

"Hey Stan?" I said, opening the door. Not a sound was heard. "Stan?" Still no sound. I walked over to his bed and tapped him. "Stan?"

Finally, he grunted. "Aw, what the hell do-Kyle!" He said, obviously happy. I grinned.

"Dude, on a scale from Garrison to a party, how boring is the hospital so far?"

"It sucks." Stan said. Kenny and Butters stood awkwardly by the door, waiting. Butters was even whistling.

"Hey Kenny!" Stan greeted and Kenny waved. Butters, along with twiddling his thumbs, started twisting a foot into the floor as well. Kenny sidled over to me.

"Ah, memories from yesterday." Kenny remarked, looking around. Stan and I shared a look as we stared at Kenny. "What?"

"Ok then..."

"Did they make you taste that god-awful syrup yet?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, that might've been the most terrible thing I've ever had to put up with." Stan remarked. Nobody seemed to notice Butters still standing there in the doorway, now looking down.

AFTER KENNY AND BUTTERS FINALLY LEFT

"At least you're still here." I said. Stan smiled.

"Guess so."

"Our visit made you feel better, didn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, my day was pretty crappy until I finally had visitors." Stan replied.

"I think it's great that you're not going to die." I said.

"Yup." Stan said.

"Do you know how much of a breakdown I would've had if you were gone?"

"A huge one?" Stan asked.

"Pretty much."

A/N: Next chapter will probably wrap this up, as Stan is feeling better I suppose :3. I have such a fucked up ending though XD! No, it's probably not what you think it is.