A/N: H-Hey guys... (Dodges flying objects aimed towards my head) I'm so sorry that it took me so long! I... really have no excuse. :( Sorry...

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I also used a little bit of a song in this chapter. When I first came up with the idea of this story, I was listening to that song. The song is What I've Done by Linkin Park. If you've never heard it, GOOOO listen to it! :D I love Linkin Park~!

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Why is it that things are the way they are? What was the chance that I would be born to this small red-neck town? That I would see the things I do; feel that things that I feel? Does any of what I want or need matter in the end? Do I matter?

Only at night did those kind of thoughts plague my mind. Those unanswered and unwanted questions that would throb painfully at the back of my mind. And the moment that I could not stand even one more thought, I would pick up the phone and call Kyle. Usually he just yelled at me for waking him up at two in the morning, but he never hung up. Neither did he ever ask why I called, or why my voice was so strained.

That's when I started to respect Kyle.

Respect is something rare for me. I've learned that it's so much easier to not trust people, because then it doesn't hurt as much when they leave you behind. But I thought it would be okay, because this was Kyle. Short, geeky Kyle. The one who would never leave you when you needed help, who always answered calls and didn't take shit from anyone.

When did respect turn to love?

Kyle was awake. It absolutely shocked me, to the point of being in a trance. I had gotten so used to the hopelessness that I had forgotten that their was a chance for things to be alright.

Tears were streaming down my face as I ran towards my parents car. For once, the tears were of happiness, not pain. Jumping inside, I buckled in and then stared numbly out the window. Though everything inside me was pumping to drive to the hospital fucking now, I needed a moment.

Things were just out of control. That's the thought that was in my head at that second. It was insane how fast things could change. Just a while ago I was the whore of the school; the guy who was drunk and grinding at every party out there. Now... things were different. But in a good way, I think.

With that thought, I slammed in the keys that were dangling from the mirror and started the car up. As I backed out of the driveway I listened half-heatedly to the music flowing from the speakers.

So let mercy come and wash away

What I've done

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done...

I smiled as I sang along to the familiar song. Things were going to change now. There was no more of the old Kenny I was, and no more of the one who only wallowed in misery. I was finally going to just be me.

Everything was going to change.

The hospital hallways didn't change at all from the many times I'd been there. White paint was still splattered across the walls, coating the place with a sterile feeling.

Last time I walked through those hallways, I had been feeling absolute agony. Now, only pure joy was thumping inside me. Kyle was awake. No matter how many times I say it, the shock never seemed to wear off. It was like an addicting drug, that never would never leave my body.

I was facing the door that Kyle was in, when I was hit by a problem. Juggling between the ideas of either throwing the door open and jumping onto Kyle or walking in smoothly were just too much for me to handle. The desire to see him again was bursting inside me, but he might still be pissed at me.

Biting on my thumb nail, I glanced wearily off to the side searching for anything to help me. It was at that moment that I noticed the doctor.

He was coming around the corner with an expression that was mixed with concern and annoyance. Trailing behind him was a screeching Stan, going on about something or other. For a moment, everything felt back to normal. Then I saw Cartman behind him.

I've... never seen him look that before. Cartman was an asshole, that was all that I had thought of him. A sadistic bastard with no heart, with no feelings for others.

I was wrong.

He looked absolutely distressed, leftover tear marks stained onto his face. It didn't look as if he was about to break down, but as if he had no clue what the hell was going on. Then he saw me.

"Khenny, oh meh God. Did you hear? K-Khyle..." His sentence cut off suddenly, as if he didn't have enough air to continue. Cartman only hiccuped as I gazed at him, refusing to talk.

The smile that had lingering on my face slowly started to fade as I turned towards Stan. He was staring at the floor, the wall, everything except me.

My words came out slow and hushed, yet it was like lightning in the room. "What happened? Stan, tell me what happened."

His eyes slowly met mine, but no words left his mouth. Shaking his head Stan just swallowed as he held my gaze. "Ky-Kyle's... Well, he's..."

"SPIT IT OUT!" I couldn't take the stuttering; couldn't take not knowing what was happening. Not knowing whether Kyle was alive or dead. It was just too much.

"Kyle's messed up, okay! He doesn't-" The doctor intervened then, cutting off the rest of Stan's sentence. His worn face looked tiredly down at mine before speaking.

"Kenny, it might be best if you went and found out yourself. Kyle can take visitors now after all. We'll give you a moment with him." I only stared back up at him. Confusion was swirling inside me, almost bursting out of my body. Stan was saying one thing, but the doctor was saying another. It... just didn't make any sense.

The three of them left then, leaving me alone again in front of the door. Only minutes before I was so sure that things were looking better, and now... I wasn't sure of anything at all.

Gripping the handle, I swung the door open...

It was darker inside the room, the only source of light was the sunlight spilling out from the window. Machines beeped quietly and monitors flashed, filling the room with a metallic feeling. But none of that really mattered.

Kyle was awake.

Sunlight was falling on him, reddening his curls and stopping my breathe for a moment. He was just sitting there, staring out the window with a smile on his face, as if this were the best moment of his life. As if lost in a pure moment of bliss. I took a step back, ready to turn back and leave Kyle in that rare moment. But that small movement caused his green eyes to flicker towards me.

"Hey." The word whispered out of my lips before I could stop them. It seemed like a pretty stupid thing to say, especially after everything that had happened. Kyle didn't seemed to mind though, he only smiled at me in greeting.

Shuffling towards him, I plopped myself down in the chair by his bedside and waited for him to speak. I was preparing myself for anger, or maybe joy for once. Maybe Kyle would forgive me; listen to me, and we could try to talk things out. Try to figure out what would happen next. It was finally time for something new and good to happen.

Kyle was staring back into my blue eyes, curiosity and innocence filling his. His small pink mouth moved, bringing out words that I never would have expected. Words that I could never prepare myself for.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"