After driving out to the hospital Sharon sat in the waiting room with her husband. Shelly was even there. She was concerned for her little punching bag.

Later in the Emergency room:

The doctor sighed after using the electricals to Stan's heart the twelfth time. "I don't think this boy wants to live." The other doctors looked sad. They had never lost a child before. He would of been the first. "We should probably let the family know."

Dr. Doctor took one last look at the lifeless boy laying in the bed. He slowly closed the door preparing to tell the parents the bad news.

When another doctor tried one last attempt to revive Stan, they all gave up going out to their lunch break.

The door was shut when they had exited. Floating right by his bed was the Jewish boy. He was in shock. He wanted Stan to get karma but this was not what he planned. "Stan? Dude?" His arm faded through him but at least if he responded to his touch he would know he was alright. Nothing happened.

Kyle was stunned. He thought this was kind of ghostly dream as punishment or something. But he was smarter and knew better. His best friend was gone.

"Wait. If Stan's dead then he's in the limbo limo." Kyle faded away off to find him.

Between Heaven and Hell:
A receptionist that sat in clouds was looking over paper work. "Okay. A bad kisser? That's no reason for him to go to Hell, Andrew." He was the co worker of the skies. And that was his boss on the other line. He was dingy. Actually all of them kind of were except for their superior, God himself. Well Keith the one in these parts of the clouds was smarter than the rest.

The little Jewish boy waited on his cloud for his turn. "Broflovski we are here to see you on the grounds of Stan Marsh." Andrew who was on the other side of the sky called out boredly. "I can't believe i'm missing the star lighting for this." He muttered before Kyle stepped up. Souls could actually touch the clouds with their feet and not fall through.

"Where is he? I need to talk to him." Kyle asked. Biting at his bottom lip with no ease.

"Kid that soul was kicked down long ago along with Eric Cartman." Andrew was typing on his type writer. "Now make it quick these angels are dealing with more and more uncooperative souls each day." He was a Jewish person as well.

Kyle frowned. His head bowed as he looked at his feet. "I was too late. I am a terrible best friend. Sure Stan turned into the fat ass but he only did because i wasn't there for him..."

The Jewish man looked up from his type writer. He could see the sorrow on the other boy's face. He pushed the type writer aside. "I'm sorry Kyle i can't just let him in. It violates the rules."

Kyle was in tears now he actually was losing his best friend. Yes he was dead but he thought maybe he would of been given a...chance? That's when it hit him. "I know. That's why i want to stop him from ever associating with fat ass."

The man looked up at him in surprise. "You? Why, your only one little Jewish boy. And that Cartman kid is a minice."

"Pa-Please! I want to make this right again. I messed everything up and now i want to fix it."

The man sighed. "I...I guess it doesn't completely violate the rules if i let you go to your choice of memory. He gives him a Net Flix remote. "Memories are like TV for us here in the middle. Now just pick where you want to go."

Kyle already knew right which moment he wanted to go to. He clicked on the one that said Lunch room abdandoment. That's the exact time he had left Stan alone. Kyle with determination got ready to go back. "I'm coming dude."

To Be Continued.

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