This is the Last Chapter of Mail Order Sign Here for One Kyle Broflovski

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It was one of the most perfect evenings that the world had ever seen. The sky was clear and the moon was shining brighter than anything.

Though It was a horrible night to be such a perfect evening.

"Get him into the ER room. QUICKLY!"

"Sir if you can hear me, squeeze my hand… Sir? Dr- he's not responding"

"Talk to him again, sometimes it- McRyan quickly, get me the anesthesia. It's a clean wound. Went straight through. He must have lost consciousness because of shock-"

"He was drugged" Stan cut in.

"Please sir, I know you wish to help but I need you to wait in the waiting room. You can't enter- McRyan! Where's that anesthesia?"

"Sir… You are at the hospital… Can you hear me sir? Doctor! I got a response"

"Good keep talking to him… Sir please… The waiting room!"

Stan stopped jogging to keep up with the doctor. Saw the white doors of the sparkly clean hospital swing shut and knew that it may be the last time he ever saw Kyle again. The thought made his stomach shoot up suddenly like he was riding a rollercoaster.

In a way- he was. The series of events that had occurred were making him dizzy just thinking about them and he stumbled slightly on his feet. Slowly, and though it pained him to do so, he turned his back on the white doors that Kyle had just been wheeled into and shuffled slowly into the dreaded waiting room. Where he would be forced to wait for hours on end, without a word on how his dying friend was doing.

The atmosphere in the waiting room was mixed. Everything from wailing children holding bent out of shape arms, to pregnant women flicking through magazine pages, to snoring people, escaping the real world into deep slumbers. Stan wondered how anybody could sleep at this moment.

His bleary, sleep deprived eyes searched the room for Kenny and Cartman, before his brain registered the fact that they weren't there. Kenny was talking to an officer about the series of events, Stan knew his time to make a statement would come soon too but dreaded the moment. Cartman however, was at the information desk, filling out the medical form. The fact that something as normal as filling out a form could still be done shocked Stan so much that his head hurt.

Slowly, he made his way over to the information desk, where Cartman was leaning and scowling at the paper, his eyes focused on a certain spot. Stan looked at the part that was giving Cartman the most difficulty.

Any family history of illnesses? Please specify

"Diabetes has run in his family for 5 generations" Stan said, his voice coming out hoarse and rough. Cartman looked up at Stan, his strained eyes barely registering Stan's face, before he jotted down what Stan had said.

Stan silently walked over to the coffee machine, and for a moment, he just stood there, staring at the expresso button. What would life be without Kyle? Would there be life?

Stan shook his head as if doing so would shake the bad thoughts out of his head. He didn't have to consider these things because Kyle was going to make it. He was a fighter. He had always been strong willed. If Cartman had payed him out as a child he would shoot a payback back at him as quick as a whip. He survived numerous adventures and he was going to survive this.

"Are you going to buy that coffee or just stare it down?" A tired, but compassionate voice behind him asked. He turned around to see Kenny standing there, despite all that had happened, a sad smile was etched on his face.

"Listen, I just told them what happened and they wanna talk to you"

Stan's eyes shot up at Kenny, he would not be able to talk about what happened, not now, not with Kyle in the other room hanging on to life.

Kenny put a hand on Stan's shoulder "Don't worry. I told them you would need more time… Their talking to Eric…" For a brief moment, Stan had no Idea who Kenny was talking about, a lifetime of habit, calling Cartman by his last name and over 24 hours without sleep were to blame. But it registered soon enough and Stan just nodded.

"He's strong Stan… Don't worry he'll make it"

Stan felt a lump grow in his throat and couldn't bring himself to say anything so he nodded again.

Kenny, did what Stan was unable to do, and put two coins into the coffee machine. Once it had spurted its steaming hot liquid into a cheap paper cup, Kenny picked it up and handed it to Stan, who stared into its dark depths like he was unable to know what to do with it.

"You'll need it… Seeing as we won't be able to sleep."

Stan took a sip and grimaced as the hot, burnt liquid pierced his tongue and made his way over to a chair with Kenny close behind, with another cup of coffee, and five sugar packets in his hands.

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It was about four AM when the doctor emerged from the rooms white doors. Slowly during the night and the early morning, the waiting room had emptied out, and Cartman had returned.

The three boys had sat in silence, and although none of them could sleep, they all seemed to not be entirely awake. Like they were in their own worlds. Kenny was leaned back with his eyes closed, the back of his head resting on his hands, Cartman had taken the majority of the large, plastic covered couch and was staring up at the ceiling. Stan seemed to be the one who was out of it the most. He was curled up into a small ball and rocking slightly, staring off into no particular point in the distance, but when doctor walked out of the doors, pulling his mask down, his head was the first to snap upwards, and he seemed to be way to awake for somebody with such a little amount of sleep.

"His condition is stable" the doctor said shortly.

"So that means that he's…?"

"Yes… He's alive" The doctor said shortly, his gaze stern and a breath of relief was extinguished from all three boys.

"Can we see him?" Kenny asked wearily.

"Yes but I'm afraid there would be no point… He's still unconscious…The shot was clean, it went straight through, luckily it completely missed his spine and heart though unfortunately it hit an artery, resulting in a massive amount of blood loss which would not have been as severe if the shot didn't go through the artery. In this particular case, he lost a lot of blood and until he wakes up, there will be no telling what kind of impact that had on his state of mind"

"So you're saying that… When Kyle does wake up… He might have amnesia?"

"There is a chance that he would yes, but he may also have long term brain damage… But there is also a small possibility that his mind was not affected at all"

A small possibility.

Stan had heard the word and part of him didn't want to know what small percentage that was.

"Now there is one thing that I would like to ask you about…"

"yeah?" Kenny asked

"There are small incisions on his head that were there before the shots were fired… Do you have any idea where they might have came from?"

Kenny and Cartman exchanged confused looks but Stan looked up at the doctor "I think I know… That may have been the way they knocked him about before those bitches realized they could drug him" Stan voice was dark and cold and the tension in the room seemed to rise.

The doctor looked speechless for a second but quickly recovered "I understa-"

"Can we just see Kyle now?" Stan cut in, his voice impatient.

"UH.. Yes… Of course.. Ah right this way" the doctor said being caught off guard a second time.

The room that they had placed Kyle in was in no way unique. It was exactly the same as every other room in the building… Dull, white and smelling of strong toilet cleaner. Kyle looked peaceful and there was no doubt that he would not be waking up anytime soon. Nevertheless Stan approached Kyle's bed cautiously, as if afraid he would wake him.

"What did they do to you?" Stan muttered, his voice barely audible. The doctor spoke and Stan looked up in surprise as if forgetting that their were other people in the room.

"They gave him what's know as Restoril, or, more commonly known as the "Date/rape drug… It's usually used in clubs to help clubbers score." The doctor sniffed as if the thought of drugging somebody to score disgusted him deeply.

Stan just looked at the body of his best friend. He seemed so peaceful.

Kenny asked the doctor a few questions but Stan couldn't bare to listen and tuned out, he just watched his lifeless friend, attached to different tubes and monitors. The doctor's pager went off and he scurried off.

It was when Stan looked at the monitoring screen, that he noticed how dull Kyle's heart rate looked… He broke down. He couldn't contain himself anymore, and like all the stress was coming out, all the tension, all the worries. He fell asleep, head buried in the blanket of Kyle's hospital bed. He cried himself to sleep.

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When Stan woke up, he didn't move. He didn't rub the sleep out of his eyes, or stretch, or yawn like he would on a normal day. He didn't want to open his eyes and look up and see his best friend still unconscious. He wanted to see Kyle smile again, laugh again. He wanted to see him live again.

When he looked up, he had convinced himself that he would be.

He was not surprised though when he saw that Kyle was not awake.

He refrained from letting his emotions get the better of him again, and looked around. In the arm chair across from where he was, Kenny and Cartman were deep asleep. Kenny's head was rested on Cartman's shoulder and he looked so deep in sleep that it was scary.

"Kyle… I'm sorry… I'm sorry we didn't get you out in time… I'm sorry we didn't warn you about her earlier… I'm sorry that we left the gun with that… woman…"

He couldn't help himself. Tears started to flow down his cheeks and he couldn't bring himself to look at Kyle again… He turned away.

"I…Should be… the one… that's sorry" Stan didn't have to turn around to know who the familiar yet hoarse voice behind him belonged to… But he did, and hope started to rise in him.

Kyle's eyes were not open but screwed up, as if in deep pain.

"Kyle… Kyle are you awake?"

Stan asked grabbing for Kyle's hand and squeezing for it.

"I-I'm sorry Stan… I didn't… I didn't listen"

"Shh… Don't speak… You.. You'll be fine" Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle, even though it was an awkward position to hug somebody.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever. Stan smiled. It was a wet smile because he was crying but still nevertheless… It was a smile…

And it was that moment he knew

It didn't matter anymore what happened. His best friend was going to be Ok. And as Kenny and Cartman rubbed the sleep out of there eyes, their mouths dropped open and they were speechless from shock… Stan laughed… Out of pure happiness from it all…

THREE MONTHS LATER

Stan picked up the four bottles and made his way over to his table.

"Scooch over" He said, and Kenny scraped his chair over to make room.

"Did you get my smoothie with full cream faggot?" Cartman asked, unfortunately Cartman was back to his normal self.

Stan just rolled his eyes "Yes Cartman" He sighed and took his seat next to his best friend.

"How's your back doing?" He asked Kyle who cringed slightly but smiled after a second.

"Its fine… I've stopped taking the painkillers for it though… They make me so out of it…"

"Like you've just cheesed off?" Kenny asked with a sideways smirk on his face and Kyle frowned.

"Uh sir?"

The four of them looked up.

There stood a dazzling beauty. Her blonde hair shining in the mid day sun. Her blue eyes glistened and her top was revealing an excessive amount of cleavage.

"You forgot your receipt" She smiled, her white teeth were flawless.

"I'll take that" Kyle said quickly and snatched it out of her hands. She took a step back out of shock but recovered almost instantly. Smiling at Stan she mouthed 'turn it over' and walked off.

Kyle raised an eyebrow and flipped over the receipt, then scowled at the paper.

"What does it say?" Stan asked

"It has her name and number on it"

"Oh" Stan blushed. Cartman looked at him in jealousy and disgust and slurped at her smoothie.

Rip.

Kenny Cartman and Stan turned their heads to see Kyle ripping the paper into little pieces

"Dude- what the hell???" Kenny asked "She had a tight ass!"

Kyle just smiled at them.

"Well… I don't know about you guys… But I'm not going to let my friends date a girl without a history and police record check for a while…"

At this they started to laugh.

"Amen to that" Stan muttered.

THE END

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