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Hip

/Noun/ A projection of the pelvis and upper thigh bone on each side of the body in human beings and quadrupeds.

Kyle pinched at the pain in his forehead. Was this doctor for real?

"Look," Kyle started, "I had nothing to do with this. He was the idiot who decided to try to make some sort of flying machine or whatever and break his fucking hip bone. Really, I have no idea what bullshit he was trying to pull this time." He rolled his eyes.

The doctor before him frowned, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, sir, but either way I can't let you in. You're not family. As I just told you, only family can come in right now." He explained, turning to leave.

Kyle glared, snapping out a quick and irritated reply.

"His mother's out of town doing God knows what! I'm the only one who even gives a fuck about him right now and I fucking hate his guts. You can guess what that makes him if I'm the only one who cares. So, either let me in the room he's in or I'll force myself in!"

Kyle's fists were clenched and he was shaking. He wasn't sure why he felt so strongly over this, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. The damn idiot was probably alone in a hospital room crying for his mommy. For some reason that pissed Kyle off. Again, he wasn't going to think too deeply on the exact reason for his anger. He just knew he was angry and he wasn't going to let some doctor stop him from getting in the room Cartman was in.

At first, it looked like the doctor was going to refuse, but then he shrugged, unperturbed.

"Suit yourself, kid. Just make sure you're the one that gets in trouble and not me." Was all he said and then he was gone, off to bother some other people and call it 'helping' and 'doing his job'.

Kyle stared after him and huffed.

"Finally."

The room was silent and there was no sounds of crying. Cartman was sat up in bed and switching through TV channels. He looked up when the door opened and made an annoyed face.

"Jew, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked, rudely.

Kyle came further in, shutting the door and crossing his arms, leaning against it.

"Making sure you're not dead. Did you really think that was going to work? You could have been killed!"

Cartman shrugged, settling on a TV channel and leaning back (wincing slightly) and dropping the remote beside him on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess."

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

"You guess? Is that all you can say?"

Cartman pursed his lips in thought and sighed, turning to study Kyle.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

"Kahl, I'm fine. Maybe I little bruised and battered, but fine. Sure, I managed to break my hip bone, but I didn't die. There's no reason to worry, you stupid Jew." He shook his head, slowly, as though he thought Kyle was being stupid.

Kyle bristled as though suddenly hit.

"I'm not worried!" He cried, defensively and maybe a little too quickly, angry fists at his sides.

Cartman just smirked, turning back to the TV and leaning further against the pillow, more carefully this time as to not hurt his hip.

"Of course not, Kahl. Whatever will help you sleep at night, I guess."

He laughed, loudly and obnoxiously when Kyle made a frustrated noise and stomped out of the room.

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