I bounced in my hospital bed eagerly.

It was 4 and my parents had agreed, upon my request, to go downstairs and wait for Kenny.

I told them to send him up immediately and to wait downstairs while we talked.

The doctor had looked at my tests and okayed the visit, convincing my parents to let me see him alone.

Hurry Kenny hurry Kenny hurry Kenny.

I repeated this over and over in my head like it would get him to my room faster.

I watched the door creak open and my heart monitor started going crazy.

God, that was fucking annoying.

There he was, in all his glory.

His hair was a little longer and untamed than I remembered. He had dark bags under his eyes and he looked completely exhausted.

At the same time he had never looked more perfect.

"Kenny." I said quietly, voiced filled with emotion. I squeezed my bed sheets as I watched his expression shift.

"Iza. Oh my God." Kenny gasped, running across the room and throwing his arms around me.

"Ouch, Ken." I softly, my voice shaking.

"Sorry, Sorry I forgot." He said, making sure he stopped pressing on my bullet wound while he full out sobbed into my shoulder.

I rubbed his back, tears running down my cheeks.

"When your parents said you were awake I couldn't believe it." Kenny sobbed, burying his head into my neck.

"I thought you were dead Iza, I thought you were dead." He whispered, voice filled with pain.

"You saved me, Kenny." I said quietly, pushing him to an arms length while I wiped my eyes.

"I remember now. When I was asleep I was ready to give up, I couldn't find myself. Then you appeared, you were an angel." I smiled, remembering how Kenny had reached out to me.

"You made me remember why I needed to wake up. For you." I reached up, touching his cheek. I wiped the last of his tears away.

He looked at me so tenderly I wanted to puke.

Before I could make fun of his silly expression his lips pressed against mine.

I moaned softly, kissing him back.

We finally didn't have to worry about having an audience when we kissed, these moments were completely our own.

We kissed each other softly and passionately until we were both out of breath.

Kenny broke our kiss, smiling at me with his forehead pressed to mine.

"We better stop, they're going to think you're having a heart attack." Kenny joked, referencing the fast beeping that filled the room.

"That thing is so fucking annoying." I complained, sticking my lower lip out in a pout.

Kenny gently bit my lower lip, making me chuckle and push his head away.

"I like what you've done with you hair." I said, ruffling it up.

"Hey hey, it's messy enough as it is!" Kenny complained, backing up out of my reach.

"Come back here." I demanded, outstretching both of my hands.

He interlaced his fingers with mine, touching our noses together.

We breathed in each other, enjoying the closeness we were finally allowed to have.

"I love you Iza." Kenny said, pecking my lips gently.

"I love you too." I smiled. I had never meant anything more in my life.

After we kissed and relished in each other's presence for a little longer we got down to business.

Kenny pulled a chair close to my bedside, sitting down and holding my right hand.

I took a deep breath, preparing all of the questions I had in my head.

To my surprise he asked one first.

"Has anyone questioned your bullet graze?" Kenny asked eagerly.

I hadn't even thought about it. Now that he had brought it up, it was fucking weird. No one had said shit about it.

"No… it's like they can't even see it." I said slowly, grabbing my right arm.

"Maybe they can't." Kenny said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a mix of Cat's, mine, and your power I think. We can all make people forget the inconvenient things in different ways. It would cause of a shitstorm if they could see that bullet wound, so maybe they just can't." Kenny reasoned.

"God, our powers are fucking terrifying." I said shaking my hand slowly and sighing.

Kenny nodded, eyes cast down to the floor.

Whatever greater power decided to bestow these powers on us seriously fucked up.

That was something I'd ponder another time. Right now, I needed answers.

"Lola shot me while I was in your body, right?" I asked quietly.

Kenny's eyes became cloudy with hatred. I knew how he felt.

"Yes, she did." He said flatly, closing his eyes and sighing.

"If I had an opportunity to kill her in that moment, I would've." Kenny's voice shook and he squeezed my hand tightly.

"I would've too." I answered honestly.

I truly meant it, it wasn't just a figure of speech. After what Lola did to Kenny and I she deserved to die, how could anyone trust her after that?

"She shot my body in the chest. You started dying so quick. I switched with you as soon as I could, but I was terrified it wasn't enough." Kenny smiled at me sadly. He looked guilty, like he thought me being here was completely his fault.

"You made it in time, Ken, you did what you could." I carefully moved my left hand over his, encasing his hand between both of mine.

He looked down at the IV sheathed deep within my vein.

"No, I didn't. You shouldn't be here, Iza." Kenny said, his voice full of remorse.

I shook my head, letting Kenny continue.

"I woke up in my bed like I usually do when I die. Jake was waiting for me in my room. He explained what happened after we switched back, how you were breathing but weren't waking up. God when I heard that… I was almost too fucked up for Jake to continue with his story." Kenny shook his head, pinching his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly, opening his eyes.

"He told me Cat had already given us both of our existences back. They had driven you to a public place, faking your collapse in a parking lot. They called the ambulance and you've been here ever since." Kenny finished. He looked like hell, recounting the story made him relive all of the horrible emotions he felt.

"Maybe me dying in your body somehow carried over to mine? But it's strange, I told you about how Lola tested something similar to that and it didn't work." I pondered. The way I was thinking about this didn't make sense.

"I don't think it was physical damage that caused this. When you go into other's bodies you feel their emotions, retain their memories like they're your own. When you switched back, my body had already died enough for your brain to retain what dying was like. Your brain said you were dying so your body acted accordingly." Kenny reasoned, speaking slowly as he formulated his ideas on the fly.

"That makes a lot of sense, Ken." I smiled at him, accepting his theory.

"Dying is scary, yet you've done it so many times." My smile faded away as I looked at him with a serious expression.

"I'll die as many times as it takes to keep you alive." Kenny ran his hand through my hair, making me become painfully aware of the fact that I haven't showered in 2 weeks.

I don't know why it took me so long to become self conscious because of this, but it hit me hard.

"Oh God, Ken. I must look, smell, and feel like fucking shit." My face turned beet red in embarrassment and I covered my face with both of my hands.

Kenny laughed and I peeked through my fingers to look at him.

He was laughing for real, mouth spread into a bright smile and eyes crinkling up in enjoyment.

I feel like people don't normally use the word beautiful to describe guys, but that's what Kenny was. He was beautiful, no one could deny that.

"If being you has taught me anything, Iza, it's that physical appearance doesn't mean shit once you love someone. Seeing you awake and talking today has made my entire life. Your appearance has never once been criticized in my mind." I let my hands fall down, grinning at Kenny.

"You are so gross." I laughed, smile growing wider.

"What?! I was being sweet and thoughtful." Kenny frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

I made barfing noises, cackling at Kenny's reaction.

Once I had milked all the entertainment I could out of that, I decided to mess with Kenny a little.

"Hey, Kenny, guess what." I said, pulling his arm towards me so he leaned forwards.

"What?" He said flatly, having lost patience with me.

"I wish you could fuck me." I whispered. Kenny perked up instantly just like I thought he would.

I knew the fail-safe way to breathe life back into this boy whenever he was down.

"Don't tempt me, Eyes." Kenny warned, leaning in close and kissing my lips.

He forced my mouth open, allowing our tongues to dance sensually together.

I pulled away, glaring at him lightly.

"Bad Ken." I said, putting my hand over my mouth.

"It's okay, you have bad breath anyways." Kenny said jokingly, smirking at me.

"Fuck you!" I said, feeling horrified as I buried myself into my hospital sheets. In an ideal world I would've done so more haphazardly, but I had to work around the IV tubes.

Kenny laughed even louder than he had before.

I couldn't resist smiling at the sound despite my vehement resistance. He sounded way too cute.

"I was only kidding, Eyes. You're perfect, alright?" Kenny said through his laughter, poking at my body.

I slowly untangled myself from the sheets, glaring at Kenny.

"You watch where you poke." I said warningly.

"Oh, now parts of your body are off limits to me?" Kenny raised his eyebrows and looked down at me, perplexed.

"Until I get out of here, yes." I smiled at him, sitting up.

"That's fair." Kenny said, tucking a few locks of hair behind my ears.

We continued talking about what had been happening in school and at his house since I had been asleep.

I learned that everyone was very worried about me, minus Cartman. He just made insensitive and stupid jokes all the time, earning glares from everyone.

Karen had been asking about me nonstop. Like clockwork she would be waiting for Kenny to get home after he visited me, wanting to hear the news.

When she learned I hadn't woken up yet she would hug her brother, comforting him because she knew he was hurting.

I loved hearing Kenny talk about all the things I had missed, but there was one question I still had hanging on the edge of my tongue. I didn't want to ask it now, not when the mood between us had improved so much.

I wanted to know where Lola was now. I couldn't bear to think that she was still watching me.

I assumed Kenny knew something I didn't. He wouldn't let me be in the hospital without him if Lola could still get to me.

It felt like 5 minutes had passed when my parents and other friends walked in.

Kenny stepped back, watching with a small smile as they all cried and hugged me in relief.

I began to learn what their filled in memories where like. What Lola said had been true, their memories were completely feasible and made sense.

Pretending like that time was never lost wouldn't be hard for me at all, which was a relief to me.

Red wasn't hostile towards Kenny at all anymore. My stomach churned at the justification behind her actions. I tried my best not to think about it.

All of my friends told me they'd celebrate my birthday with me as soon as I was out and well. At this point they had waved Kenny over, wanting him to be included in the conversation.

All 6 of us talked and joked around with no awkward tension or out of control tempers. Kenny held my hand the entire time, kneading my skin and playing with my fingers.

I looked around at all of the faces surrounding my bedside.

I loved each and every one of these people, especially Kenny McCormick. I loved them more than I ever had before, almost losing everything will teach you to be grateful for every happy moment in your life.

As soon as I got out of here, I'd make the most out of every single damn day.