A/N: Hello all =)

Not much to say at this point, so just enjoy!

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"Ah, Mr. McCormick, I presume?"

"Um, call me Kenny. What's wrong with Kyle's parents, Doc?"

The doctor smiled gently at him. "There's nothing particularly wrong with them...other than the fact that they left their suicidal son alone in the hospital. Other than that, I can't say anything's the matter."

Kenny stared at him blankly. "Then why did you send Bebe saying it was urgent?"

"Ha ha, I have a teenage son, Kenny. I know that unless you make something sound like a pressing matter, it'll take them weeks to get on it," he grinned.

"Okay, then why did you need me?"

The doctor's grin faded slightly. "The Broflovski's left some things of Kyle's....and said to give them to you. Here, they left you a letter."

Kenny raised his eyebrow and took the letter.

Dear Kenny,

If Kyle does not make it through, do not continue to read this letter.

As you know, we do not accept Kyle's decision to live his life like this. We find it inappropriate and disrespectful towards our beliefs. However, we do still realize that we hold responsibility of him, though we'd like it to be as little as possible.

Along with his clothes and other wares, we have left him him $1500. We were planning on saving this money for his college fund, but now we feel that that is no longer any concern of ours. Tell him to find an apartment and send us the address and only the address. We'll continue to pay for the apartment and send some food and necessity money. But other than that, we have no intention of keeping in contact with him.

If you do tell him anything about us, tell him that Ike misses him and hopes he gets better soon. Myself and Gerald you can leave out of the message. I hope that you understand why we feel the need to do this, Kenny. We've always been a straight-laced household following the Jewish principles that we were meant to follow. Kyle has completely broken from these traditions with this proclamation.

If you could, I would like for you to try to convert him. I do not want him to leave wreckage to our beliefs just because he doesn't know what he wants in life. I don't care what you do, just keep him out of our synagogue.

Take care of him. He's fairly independent, though. He'll make it if you leave him be, I'm sure.

Sheila and Gerald Broflovski

Kenny held the letter, shaking with rage. If he left him alone?! What?! Do they not see what the fuck happened when we left him alone?!

The doctor and Nina were eyeing him with concern as his blood started dripping from his bottom lip.

"Kenny? Kenny, what's the matter?" the doctor asked.

"They're just fucking leaving him," he whispered, more to himself than the doctor. "I...I don't believe it....they're just leaving," he looked up at the doctor. "Where's his stuff?" He asked. The doctor gestured to a dark green suitcase in the corner of his office and Kenny walked over and grabbed it.

"I better get back to everyone," he muttered.

"I'm very sorry, Kenny. I don't know the situation, but there's no way in Hell it gives them an excuse to do this to him," the doctor patted his shoulder sympathetically. Kenny nodded in agreement and walked out of the office, Nina following him closely.

"What happened?" She asked.

"They're abandoning him just because he's gay," Kenny replied with gritted teeth. Nina stared at him with wide eyes and then shook her head.

"Unbelievable how cruel people are nowadays."

"You're telling me, Kid," he mumbled. He approached Kyle's door and was met with five pairs of confused eyes.

"Kyle's parents left his stuff. We need to find him an apartment," Kenny stated simply, placing the suitcase next to him on the floor. Stan leaped out of his chair.

"They can't fucking do that!" Stan shouted. "I'll fucking talk to them! I'll make them accept him for being him! This is complete bullshit!"

Kenny nodded. "Yea, it is...but what the hell could you ever say to make Sheila change her fucking mind?"

"I...I don't know."

Wendy and Bebe gave each other worried glances as Butters and Cartman stared at Kyle's case.

"Who's gonna tell him?" Cartman breathed out quietly.

"I'll do it," Kenny sighed. "I don't want to...but maybe it'll make things a little easier for him."

"Maybe," Butters mused.

"Yeah, fuck him and tell him, great method there, Poor-boy."

"Cartman, shut the fuck up. I'm not fucking him, alright?"

"Yet. Soon as he can walk again, I'm sure you'll make it so he can't sit again."

Kenny glared at the fatass. "Cartman, stop it," Stan breathed out in aggravation. "Kenny said he won't try anything funny."

"And you trust him?"

"More than I trust you, you fat sack of shit."

"Alright, alright," Wendy interrupted, holding up her hands in defense. "Look, Kenny, just tell him. Eric, stop being an asshole."

"Ay! Don't call me an asshole, you hippie-bitch!"

"Don't call her a bitch, fuckface!" Stan screamed back.

"Ooh, tough man, defending that scrawny know-it-all. Well, both scrawny know-it-all's now that I think about it. You sure know how to pick em, Jock-strap."

"Guys, cool it!" Kenny shouted, stepping in-between Cartman and Stan. "Look, we're not here to fucking argue, alright? We're here because Kyle needs us." Stan looked at the floor, crossed between anger and guilt. "If we just calm down a bit, we'll all be fine, and we'll be able to focus on the matter at hand, alright?"

Cartman glared at him and turned away scoffing, "whatever."

"Well, how are you gonna break it to him, Kenny?" Butters asked softly.

"I'm going to do it in the most undignified manner I can," Kenny grinned sheepishly. Stan raised his eyebrow with a tinge of suspicion. "I'm going to go find him an apartment and give him the forms to sign," Kenny finished.

"I think that'd be a bit of a strain on him, Kenny," Wendy said quietly.

"Oh, but the idea of him getting out of here and not having a home would be better? I'll find him a good one, don't you worry. I'll look at the complex they built last year."

"What, Mountain View?" Bebe asked.

"Yea, that's the one. That way he's really close by to all of us, but still a decent distance from his neglectful parents. I'll head out now, never know what kind of offers are here today and gone tomorrow," Kenny grinned gently.

"You want me to go with you?" Stan asked softly.

"Nope, I'm cool. It'll give me some time to think about which part of the apartment would be best to nail Ky in," Kenny stopped and smiled. "Just kidding, Stan. Stop freaking out."

"Uh huh. Go before I hurt you, Kenny."

"What do we tell Jew-boy if he asks where you are?"

"Tell him I went on a walk. A very long walk...Because I need to write him a sonnet."

"That's fucking stupid, Kenny," Bebe giggled.

Kenny grinned sheepishly. "Just tell him I went to grab us all some real food or something. Be creative." He bent over and grabbed Kyle's suitcase, opening it up and grabbing the $1500.

"What the hell? Are you taking Kyle's money, Kenny?" Stan asked with a somewhat shocked expression.

"Down payment, Stan. I'll bring the receipt and you can count the remains for yourself. Why would I steal from someone I love?"

"Aww," Bebe cooed.

"Fag," Cartman muttered under his breath. Stan stamped up to him and started yelling about using that word again, turning them into a sideshow.

Kenny rolled his eyes and was about to close the suitcase when something black and smooth caught his eye. It was Kyle's journal. He slipped it out and tucked it under his parka so no on would question him on it.

"I'm heading out," he called to the now three-way fight with Bebe and Butters just standing there staring after them.

Butters turned and waved gently before returning his attention to Stan and Cartman, who'd somehow ended up in a thumb-wrestling match. Kenny just shook his head and started to walk out of the hospital.

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"So, can we talk now?" Nina asked softly.

"Yep, all clear. It'll take us a good while to get to the complex. So, tell me about yourself, Nina."

"What is this, a job interview?" She asked with a small chuckle.

"Wouldn't know. Never worked a day in my life," Kenny boasted. "Seriously though, family? Friends? Your girlfriend?"

"My family. Well, we were a basically average fam. Ya know, Mom, Dad, two teens and an elementary kid."

"What were they like?"

"Well, you've met my father."

Kenny stared at her blankly. "I have? What's your last name?"

She looked down at her shoes and sighed, "Richards."

"You mean like, Dr. Richards? Kyle's doctor?!"

"Yea," she turned and looked at him sadly.

"Whoa...I'm sorry that I made you go into the room with me," he winced.

"Don't be...though it was a bit upsetting...he didn't even look remotely sad."

"Well, he didn't know you were with me, so it's not like I reminded him of you...did I?"

She shook her head. "No, you didn't. But it's only been a few hours..."

"Wait, you mean, you just died?!"

"Yeah, haven't you ran into that before?"

"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "You're only the third case I've had. The other two had been dead for forty-four and twenty years."

"Wow...," she stared at him. "Guess I got lucky...as lucky as this situation can get, I mean," she smiled.

"So, aside from your dad, tell me about the rest of your family."

"Mom was great, she was a total housewife hiding behind a CPA badge. She always did everything she could to hold us together. She'd keep the house clean, make us cookies when we were upset, made sure everything was always the best for us...I'm really gonna miss her."

"Wish I could relate to that," Kenny chuckled. "My mom's a nutcase."

"Ha, sometimes I called my mom that, too. But once you know that you can't see or talk to them again...it...it gets pretty hard."

"I bet."

"Anyways, my brothers. Well, there's the elementary kid, Will. He's just a spoiled little brat. I love him, but he bugged the living hell out of me. Then there's Noah, he's the teenager my dad was talking about. He was a year older than me, always looked out for me. Once beat up this guy who wouldn't stop staring at my boobs," she chuckled.

"Sounds like a great guy."

"Yea, we pretty much treated each other like dirt until push came to shove. Then you couldn't put us on opposite teams no matter what. It was pretty awesome."

"How about friends?"

"Oh, a few here and there. My best friend was my girlfriend, Jan. I loved her, still do. We'll have to both move on though, I guess," she mused sadly.

"So you were still with her when you passed away?"

"She was holding my hand," she said trembling.

"I'm really sorry, Nina."

"Don't be, I'm pretty glad that I died knowing she loved me."

"So it's not regret stemming from her girlfriend...and her family seems pretty much in the clear...what could she be upset about?" Kenny thought.

"Any...regrets when you died?"

"Hm? Oh, um, other than I hadn't lived fully like I'd wished, none that I can think of."

Damn.

"So, what was your boyfriend's problem? Why was he so upset?" Nina asked.

"He...he wanted to be with me," Kenny answered. She raised an eyebrow at this.

"So...he wanted to be with you...by killing himself and separating you? How the hell does that kid even know how to tie his shoes?!"

"Hey, he's a 4.0 student, he's a lot smarter than you give him credit for. See, he doesn't know this yet, but I don't die like I used to anymore."

"...what?"

Kenny sighed. "I used to die every single day. Once a day, no breaks or anything, it was fucking horrible. But it was for the sole purpose of unleashing my powers, you see. Well, I spent more of my time dead than alive...it made Kyle upset. He loved me...he wanted to see me more. So he thought that that'd be the best solution."

"Didn't you tell him that you don't die like that anymore?"

Kenny shook his head. "Don't make deals with the devil, Nina. You'll end up with too many conditions to handle. If I slip, something can go pretty wrong."

"So...are you a Satanist or something?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"You work for the devil."

"Eh, I guess that's true. But no, I...I'm Catholic...sort of."

"How can you be sort of Catholic?"

"Well, I haven't really found much to support any religion...I am fully aware that God and Satan exist...I've met them both. But all of the religions are just so wrong, ya know?"

She laughed softly. "That's why I was an Atheist. It just worked best for me. Jan didn't like it too much, but she accepted and loved me despite her beliefs."

Kenny grinned. "Well then, I'm happy for you. It's rare to find that." She nodded in agreement.

"Yea, I guess we both lucked out. Your Kyle seems like an okay dude," she slapped him playfully on the back.

He gasped as he suddenly became cold and the world turned black.

Shadows...more and more shadows....what the hell? They were rising around him...coming towards him. But...they had soft, glowing blue eyes...and as they neared him...he felt warm and comfortable. He squinted past them however and into the eyes of the demon shadow...no, two demon shadows! The comforting figures dissipated around him, prompting the demons to approach him. He raised his arms to shield himself, mentally preparing for their assault. But...they stopped halfway. They just turned away and dissipated along with the others.

"Oh your god!" He heard echoing in the background. "Kenny? Kenny?! How hard did I hit you?!"

He opened his eyes slowly, finding himself staring up at Nina, who was hovering over him worriedly. "W-what?" He stammered.

"You just freaking spaced, Dude!" She exclaimed. "You were fucking shivering! I think you were having a conniption or something!" He sat up and rubbed his head.

What the hell? He thought. That's like...the third time that's hap- ohhh. "So that's one of my powers," he thought aloud, paying no mind to the snow that was soaking through his jeans. Nina just blinked at him.

"Having a seizure is a power? Well I must have been like one of the ultimate superheroes around because I had one every three days."

"No, Nina," he smiled softly. "I can see why your stuck when I touch you."

"Oh...okay...what'd you see?" She asked slowly, not quite sure of whether or not to believe him.

"There were three shadows," he explained. "They came up and were like, really comforting. Then there were two other shadows, who looked like they wanted to attack me, but they changed their minds and just left with the other three. Sound familiar?"

"I-I have no idea," she stuttered. "Sounds like a hell of a trip, though. Did this happen with your other two cases, too?"

"Yea...Anna's was a shadow with an upraised hand, but I didn't run from it...just like she didn't because the shadow was her mother beating her," he put together. "Then Danny was drunk and so he couldn't really see what was going on. The sounds I heard must have been him beating his girlfriend. Then the crack I heard at the end was him killing himself...how the fuck didn't I catch this earlier?!"

"Wow...that's a lot to take in, Kenny. I wouldn't be able to handle doing that kind of job," she stated as she helped him to his feet.

"Yea, I don't know if I could do this to Kyle either," he muttered.

"Wait, I thought Kyle didn't know about this."

"He doesn't, but I have to choose between letting him live and be my partner or letting him die...I don't know what to do!" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, turning towards Nina as they continued walking. "What would you do, Nina? Would you subject Jan to being with you for eternity and enduring so much pain just so she could live?"

Nina looked back towards in front of them, considering this thought. Kenny soon followed her gaze and walked beside her in silence. A good ten minutes passed before she finally spoke again.

"I think I'd rather she be with me," she whispered. "And I think that's what she would have wanted, too. I know it sounds selfish, but your talking to a cancer patient, Kenny. All the chemo in the world didn't change my attitude. I loved Jan. Every minute I got to spend beside her was worth the pain." Kenny kept his attention ahead of him as he let this sink in. "However," she continued. "Jan is not Kyle. Kyle is suicidal, Kenny. I think this decision needs to be made together."

She was right. He glanced down at his watch and sighed. He only had a little while left before he had to come up with his decision. Just fucking great. He looked up to see the sign for the complex coming into view.

"You need a car, Kenny," Nina joked. "That took forever."

"Can't afford one. Not all of us had doctors and CPAs for parents ya know." She smiled softly before turning her attention back towards the apartments.

"Seems snazzy," she commented.

"Yeah, let's see if this will be enough for one. I plan on getting the most expensive place we can find. I want his parents to have to work for his living," he growled. She nodded in agreement as they entered the front of the complex.

"Well, hello and welcome to Mountain View!" A cheerful woman called out from behind a desk.

Kenny smiled and approached her. "Hey, we-ahem, I am looking for an apartment for my friend. Who might I speak to about this?"

"Oh, just one moment," she grabbed her phone and punched in some buttons. "Hey, we've got a customer out here," she stated. "Okay," she finished as she hung up the phone. "He'll be right out with yo-"

She was interrupted by a door swinging open and a smiling man in a dark, black suit stepping out. "Hello," he greeted Kenny. He nodded and waved back softly as the man approached him, holding out his hand. "I'm Joel Norton, and you are...?"

"Kenny. Kenny McCormick."

"Well, Mr. McCormick, I assure you that you have chosen no better complex in this area. Mountain View is perfect for living full time or for just kicking back on vacation."

Kenny held up his hand to stop him. "Look, Dude. Don't try this gimmicky stuff on me. Unless you show me a room that's infested with mice or asbestos, I'm getting one. I have $1500 in my pocket and my friend is in the hospital and he needs a place for when he gets out."

"Oh my," the woman gasped. "That's awful, what happened?"

"Now Sally...,"

"No, it's fine. He was suicidal and hurt himself pretty badly because his parents didn't accept him being gay and all. They're Jewish, so they took it as a slanderous attack towards their beliefs."

"Oh dear," Joel muttered. "Well, I'll show you the best damn apartments we have, Mr. McCormick."

Kenny smiled gratefully as he followed Joel's lead. "Thanks, Sally," he said behind his shoulder.

"Not at all, Hon. You tell your friend that he's welcome here and he's in my prayers." Kenny nodded and turned to follow Joel up the stairs.

"So, $1500?" Joel asked.

"Yeah, that's all his parents left him, they'll make the rest of the payments, but this is just a down payment."

"Well, our most expensive furnished apartment is a $2000 down payment, about $700 dollars a month...but I think that we could swing with $1500 if you like it," he winked.

"Really? Wow, thanks!"

"Hey, the kids gonna have enough troubles making hospital payments, I think that we can spare $500," he smiled. Kenny smiled back as they approached the door.

"Wow," Nina stated. "I didn't think that everyone had such sympathy towards suicidal people." Kenny gave her a small glare before following Joel into the room. His mouth dropped slowly, it was fucking sweet!

"This is the living or family room," Joel gestured around. Kenny looked around, taking in the maple wooden floor and the white walls. There was a black leather couch in the middle of the room, with a large screen plasma TV in front of it. There were matching reclining chairs on either side of the couch and a glass coffee table in front of them.

"Wow...," he murmured, going towards the archway into the next room.

"This is the kitchen," Joel started. "It's got a full fridge/freezer, a range-top stove, a microwave, coffee maker, and a toaster oven. The table and counters over here," he smacked his palm on the counter, "is genuine maple. Beautiful color and resilient towards stains and such."

"Maple seems to be the theme here, huh?"

"Very much so. We found a great supplier who gave it to us at a discount because he was overstocked."

"Lucky you," Kenny grinned. Joel nodded and began walking back into the living room towards a door. He opened it for Kenny and allowed him to step inside. "Oh wow," Kenny half-gasped.

"This would be your friend's bedroom," Joel stated. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, with a TV sitting on the dresser across from it. There was a full walk-in closet and a bathroom beyond the hangers.

"This apartment's huge!" Kenny gaped.

"Yup, only the best for our customers."

"Dude, I'll take it! Kyle's gonna love it!"

Joel's smile faded slightly. "Kyle? As in Kyle Broflovski?" Kenny nodded. "You mean...Kyle's parents actually threw him out just because he was gay?!"

"You knew him?"

"He came over to my house a few times to help my daughter, Lindsey on her homework. Isn't Sheila the woman who's held all the protests for equal rights and such?"

"Yea," Kenny muttered. "She's a fucking hypocrite."

"I'll say. He's a nice kid. He wouldn't leave until he was sure that Lindsey understood her math problems," he chuckled. "He seems like a very dedicated person. I can't believe that he would hurt himself like that."

"Yeah, we couldn't either. But he's gonna make it...we're sure."

"Good. Do you wanna hurry with the paperwork so you can get back to him?" Kenny nodded. "Good. Follow me and we'll get you outta here."

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"Geez, Kyle seems popular," Nina commented as they waited for Joel to come back with the finalized paperwork. "I mean, you got the damn place for like, $1200! That's fucking impressive."

"Ky is popular," Kenny replied as he looked around Joel's office. "He always has been. And the sympathy card played into it, too."

"True."

Kenny unzipped his jacket, trying to adjust to the heated room and watched as two notebooks fell out. The one he put back was his case notebook. the other was Kyle's journal. He looked at Nina, who had her eyebrow raised towards it. He shrugged at her and leaned back, opening to the first page.

April 3rd, 2008.

Well, isn't this a fun little present. Mom insists that I write in it so I stop losing my temper so easily around Cartman. I don't know how that's supposed to work...considering this certainly won't change his attitude. In fact, it'll make it worse if he finds it. I'm so fucking sick of him, I wish Stan would stop hanging with him, it'd make life a hell of a lot easier. Oh well, a few more years and I'll get to stop watching the blubber bounce.

This doesn't really feel that special. I'm just 16. Big whoop-di-fucking-doo. I had Stan and Fatass over as always. We just hung out and played video games. It might as well have been a normal day, were it not for the presents. Stan gave me this awesome computer game and an acoustic guitar! He heard me say one day like, seven months ago that I wish I could play, so he saved up all his money and got me one. I love having a Super Best Friend. Makes you feel important.

Fatass gave me a copy of Mein Kampf...for which I promptly took the book and threw it at his huge fucking head. There's Jew jokes and then there's taking it just too far. He went way too far. Luckily, he did give me a real present, claiming he'd never seriously waste such a "wonderful novel" on me. He gave me the first season of some anime show. I don't know. I've never really been that into anime, but I appreciate his somewhat nice gesture nonetheless.

The only real problem I have today is Kenny. I really wish he would have been here today. Seriously, I thought the whole 'blow out the candles' thing would work after three years of doing it, just wishing for the one thing I want. Is it so bad to crave your friend's company? Stan's great and I tolerate Cartman to an extent, but I just feel like I don't see Kenny at all. I'd love to be able to talk to him one-on-one for just once...especially about my problem. But he's either dead or we're surrounded by people, it never fails. Of course, knowing me, I'd talk to much and reveal way too much. I doubt he'd want to talk to me again if I told him that he's the one that turned me into this...he's far too interested in staring at breasts. Given he's told all of us on several occasions that he'll fuck whatever comes his way, I doubt this situation would be quite the same.

Oh well, life goes on I suppose.

Kenny stared at the words with a giant grin over his face. Four years? Kyle had had these feelings for four years?! This made Kenny giddy with excitement.

"You look happy," Nina smirked, having just finished reading over his shoulder.

"I am, Dude. This is fucking exciting!" He flipped through the journal quickly, scanning the pages. On each one, he could see his name with a word like 'feeling' or 'like', once even 'love' surrounding it! It was brimming with compliments on his looks and personality, just as Kenny's head was filled with them for Kyle. He shut the book carefully and let out a gentle sigh. "This is so great...I think we're gonna be okay."

"Maybe...but then again, you don't know what you're going to do yet," Nina pointed out.

Kenny froze. She was right. He glanced at the clock, finding that he didn't have much more time. Kyle's life...and his happiness...maybe Kyle's happiness...all of it on the line. He put his face into his palm and forced himself to breath evenly.

Everything....and whom he considered his everyone...it was all laid out in front of him...and he was the only one who could do anything about it.

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A/N: Can you say filler?

I loved seeing you guys wishing for the Broflovski's death, haha. It was freaking funny, because I never even really thought of doing that. It would do them justice though. I fucking cannot stand homophobes. They drive me fucking insane. Thank god for Yaoi XD

I just wanted Kyle's house to be there, haha. I didn't want some gigantic plot hole later on in the story. But Nina's story is slowly working it's way up towards the surface. It'll be hit hard, maybe finished by next chapter.

Dunno. And we'll have to see Kenny's decision soon. Ohs noes!

Thanks for R&R-ing!!!!!!!!