I don't own South Park. I don't really own much...or much that would actually mean something to people. But especially not South Park. That is owned by the einstines if the 21st century...(ladies and gentlemen...please put your hands together for the ones, the onlies...) MATT STONE AND TREY PARKER!

BUTTERS POV.

"Butters, I have something to do for a little while. Stan and Kyle are here too look after you. Will you be okay while I'm gone?" Kenny asked as he stood up

"Where are you going?" I asked, wondering where was more important then with me.

"I just have a place to go, I'll try to be back in under a half hour." he smiled and grabbed his coat.

"Why wont you tell me where you're going?" i crossed my arms over my chest.

Kenny smirked and chuckled at my reaction, "Its a surprise, my love, I don't want to ruin it for you." he kissed me goodbye and left the hospital room.

And I was now alone with Stan and Kyle. All alone. Desperately alone with two people that care way too much about me.

"So how are you feeling." Kyle asked from his chair across the room.

"I'm good, I guess." I looked over at him, "At least the puking stopped." I smiled a little

"Yeah, that's good." Kyle smiled back, "You really worries us all this morning." Kyle put as much guilt into the statement as he possibly could.

"I'm sorry." I rested my head against the hospital pillow.

"Why didn't you come get someone?" Stan asked, looking up from his Sports Illustrated magazine for the first time since Kenny left.

"It was too early to bother anyone." I met his peering gaze

"Its never too early when your puking your guts out." Kyle laughed

"I'm sorry. It's just that Kenny was just so beautiful asleep. I didn't want to disturb him." I felt myself blush at admitting that out loud.

"Kenny was worried sick." Stan simply sighed

"I know. I didn't mean to worry him like I did." I coughed

"Well, I guess there was no harm done, so I supposed it's all okay." Kyle grinned

"Yeah, yeah. I guess so." I smiled, more towards my own thoughts then the two keeping me company while my boyfriend is out and about.

Where was he anyways? I looked at the clock. It was almost 5:00. He hadn't been gone long, but i missed him like crazy! Maybe he was so worried he went out to a bar. He's gonna get drunk all cause I didn't tell him about my sickness. That's not right. He shouldn't be drinking at a time like this! He's gonna get drunk, then drive back, and get hit and die. He can't fucking die on me. That's not how this was supposed to work.

Oh My God! I am turning into Tweek! I thought to myself.

But still, if Kenny is out drinking he is gonna get an earful when he gets back. Maybe he went to do drugs too.

He left to calmly to be doing anything wrong. He said it was a surprise for me. And I'm sure he wouldn't get me his corpse as a present.

I relaxed shortly after that Tweek-like mental outburst. Kyle and Stan tried to indulge me in more mindless conversation, but I showed my disinterest by refusing vocal contact with them. I communicated with head nods and hand signals.

I think Stan was the first to catch onto my loneliness, "You miss Kenny, don't you?" he asked, placing the magazine on the stand next to him.

I just nodded in reply as my eyes filled with small tears. None escaped and I soon stopped any sign of crying.

"Its okay. I miss Stan like crazy when we aren't together," Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's neck.

"Its not really that I miss him, it's more like I'm worried about him." I looked over at them

"Hmm? That's kinda strange coming from the one in the hospital bed." Kyle laughed

"I think he's doing drugs to get rid of some of the stress I cause him." I shuttered at the thought

"Butters, Kenny's not doing drugs. Kenny is a good guy." Stan tried to comfort me.

"He came over to my house once. It was when we were like fifteen or somewhere around there. When I was home alone. His parents had beat him, so he came to my house and brought his joint making materials. He lit one right in my room. And he smoked it until it burned to ash between his fingertips. Then he passed out on my bed. He made a habit of that, coming over at least twice a week for the next two years." I sighed, "He can't handle pressure."

"I never knew that..." Stan looked at me.

"No one does, just us." I shook my head.

"I can see why." Kyle grinned

"Yeah. I think he's at it again." I sobbed.

"Butters," Kyle walked over to me, "I don't think Kenny would do that. Where ever he is, I'm sure he's sober."

"How do you know that!" I moved from his touch,

"Butters!" Stan yelled at my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really really worried!" I sobbed again

"Here," Stan pulled his phone out of his pocket, "I will call him and prove to you that he is sober." he clicked a few buttons on his cell phone.

He put the phone up to his ear and waited a couple seconds. I heard Kenny's voicemail through the other end of the phone,

"Hey, it's Kenny M. I can't get to the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll call you back later."

I frowned. He was either really drunk or really high. I was absolutely positive of it now.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't think he's drunk." Kyle rubbed my

shoulder.

"It's okay," I sobbed, "but I do."

I started crying uncontrollably. Kyle tried his best to comfort me while Stan kept trying to get a hold of Kenny.

20 minutes later, Kenny walked through the hospital door. He walked in on me crying and Kyle hugging me. Stan was sitting in the chair on the other end of the room sending maybe his 50th text to Kenny.

"Butters, what's wrong baby. Why are you crying? Are you in pain?" he

ran over to me.

Kyle walked away from me and Kenny took his place. Kyle walked back over to the empty seat next to Stan.

"Butters, what's wrong?" Kenny asked running his hand down my jaw line.

"Where were you?" I cried out

"That's not important right now." he shook his head, "Now, why are you crying?"

"You weren't doing drugs were you." I came out and said it.

"What?" he asked

"Were you gone to smoke pot?" I asked more clearly

"N-No! Absolutely not!" he shouted, a little shocked I had jumped to that conclusion.

"Then where were you?" I asked

"I told you," he kissed my forehead, "It's a surprise. You will find out in a couple of days." he ran his fingers through my hair, pushing a few stray stands towards my ear.

"Kenny, I don't like surprises." I smiled a little and dried my own tears for a change

"Too bad, you have to wait." he stood up.

I pouted playfully. He let out a small laugh, the sat on the end of the bed, leaning against my shins. I looked over at Stan and Kyle who were talking quietly to themselves, not seeming to notice out conversation on the other side if the room.

With Kenny back in the room, I felt safe, secure, and happy. It was home again. Kenny is my home.

"Come on, let's get out of this fucking hospital." Kenny fake shuttered

"Yeah, I really don't see why Butters has to be here anyways?" Kyle jumped back to earth, though I suppose Stan is his world.

"I'm gonna get a nurse to let you go." Kenny stood up and left the room.

A few minutes later, a young nurse came in to check my vitals and release me from this fucking hospital.

Kyle and Stan left us. We went home by ourselves. They had "things" to do. Whatever that meant to them. Kenny drove me home and we discussed the drug thing I brought up today; he wasn't happy about it, about my assumption. And quite honestly, I wasn't happy I thought of it, but like I said, I've spent too much time with Tweek, I'm adopting his paranoia.

We got home and spent the night on the sofa. Doing very little talking and even less moving. The perfect ending to the worst day of my life.

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