Butters POV

"Uh...Alright guys, I'll take care of it." Kenny said, stepping out of the bed. "You should go on home, okay?"

They stared at Kenny for a moment before nodding and smiling, turning to face me.

I froze, holding the covers to my face and covering my eyes.

"Oh jeeze..." I whispered. "Oh god, please make them go away..."

Stan's eyes widened as he pulled his hands to his mouth and began giggling. "Oh! I get it! Haha, yeah we'll just be going now!" He laughed.

"You can be such an ass sometimes, I swear..." Kyle muttered "Alright, we'll see ya later Butters."

Kyle grabbed the collar of Stan's jacket and pulled him towards the door.

"Hey c'mon Kyle I was just kidding with 'em! What are you yanking on me fo-"

The door opened then closed before I peeked my head halfway from under the covers, looking at Kenny. "A-Are they gone?"

Kenny let out a sigh and sat on the bed, pulling on his left shoe. "Yeah."

I sighed as well and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, feeling a lot stronger now that me and Kenny were alone. "S-So what are we gonna do now?"

"We get you checked out of this damn hospital. Then we will go from there."

Shoving his right foot in his shoe, he stood up and put out his hand. I hesitated for a moment before slowly taking it and standing up.

He grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger behind the door and handed it to me, opening the door in the process.

"K-Kenny!" I said, pulling back on hand as he held the door open. "W-We cant do this in public!"

Kenny dropped my hand and lifted his orange hood up over his head, letting some of his dark blonde hair fall over his right eye. "Why not?"

My mouth opened to say something back, but no words came out.

"Fine." He muttered, turning down the hall. "Come on then."

I quickly followed, I hope I didnt make him mad.

Kenny opened a closet door at the end of the hall and wheeled out a wheelchair. "Get in."

"B-But why? I can walk just fine..."

"Hospital rules." He said, looking up at the sign by the door that read 'PATIENT RULES'

"Also I dont want you getting hurt anymore. So just get in."

I nodded and quickly sat down. Kenny pushed forward and pushed the button beside the hospital doors, opening the exit doors.

The cool wind hit my face as the doors slid open revealing the dark parking lot of 'Hell's Pass Hospital'. Kenny stopped pushing the chair, walked around, and grabbing my wrists. Pulling my arms upward, he lifted me from the chair and onto my feet.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but do ethire of you have your license?"

Kenny stared at the man in front of us, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Why?"

The man flinched and grabbed the wheelchair, wheeling it behind Kenny. "Hospital policy states that a patient must have a ride home, how do you plan on doing so?"

"We're walking." He said bluntly, grabbing my wrist.

"He isn't allowed to leave without a ri-"

"Fine."

Kenny turned and faced me. Bending down, he reached behind and lifted me off the ground and over one shoulder.

"Better?" Kenny asked the man, patting my back.

The man's eyes widened and he turned away, pushing the chair in front of him.

"Damn hospital workers." Kenny muttered, walking forward.

"H-Hey, you can put me down now." I said, poking his shoulder.

I sighed and lay in his arms. "Your not letting go are you?"

Kenny smiled and patted my head. "Nope."

I grumbled and lay limp over his shoulder. Kenny didnt say much, but when he did talk it was like I was dreaming again. When we're in public, I never get to see the real him...but when we're alone...all of that changes.

About 5 minutes passed and we had reached the porch to my house.

"W-Wait...your taking me back here?" I asked lifting my head up to meet his eyes.

He lifted me off of his shoulder and placed me upright on the ground. "It is your house isn't it?"

He patted my head and turned away from me. I shook my head and grabbed his leg, falling to my knees.

"N-No Kenny! Don't leave me here!"

Kenny turned to face me, his eyes wide and confused. "W-What are you talking about Butters?"

I shook my head, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks.

"Don't leave me here with him!"

"With who? Your dad? Why dont you wanna see-"

Kenny was cut off by the sudden beam of light flashing on us. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled be back to my feet, pushing me behind him.

"K-Kenny go home! Now!" I cried, pushing on his back.

"What are you talking about Butters? Whats gotten into you?"

The lights in front of us dimmed and flickered off. We could now see that the light had come from a dark green truck, his truck.

"Go!" I said again. "Go, before he sees you!"

Kenny turned around and stared at me. "W-Whats going on Butters?"

"There's no time for you to stand here and ask questions! Go! Now!" I said, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing against his chest.

"What? But Butters, what's going o-"

"W-Well who do we have heeere?"

His voice rang in my ears as I pushed Kenny off the porch and into the grass.

"Please!" I shouted after him. "Go home!"

I watched him run as he faded into the darkness beyond the dome of light surrounding me.

"Oh hamburgers..." I whispered, taking in a deep breath.

I watched as his foot appeared from the car door, his boot clinking against the ground as he did.

"Kenny's okay..." I whispered to myself, tensing up. "I'll survive."

I reached in my pocket and fiddled with my key, sticking it in the door.

"Look who finally came back home." He said, stumbling in behind me.

'Oh great...He's drunk.' I thought.

I shook my head and ran up the stairs, opening the door to my room and slamming it behind me.

I sighed and took in a few deep breaths. "At least he is drunk this time..." I wispered. "He probably doesnt even remember seeing Kenny there."

I locked my door behind me and walked towards my bed, tossing off my shoes and jacket.

"I'm just glad Kenny got away before dad got a good look at him..." I whispered to myself, climbing into my bed.

I closed my eyes and shut off the lamp beside me.

"Kenny..."