Stan slept well for the first time since he got home from the hospital. Wendy had left and Stan napped in bed waiting for Kyle to finish his homework.

Sharon tapped on the door and pokes her head in. "Boys? Dinner is ready if you're hungry. It's just leftovers but I hope it's okay."

Kyle yawns and looks up from his science book. "Thanks, Mrs. Marsh. We'll be down soon."

Stan pulls his head from under the covers. "We will? I'll try to eat but, ugh I already went down and up the stairs today." He buries his head again.

"I can bring you up a plate." Kyle suggests.

"Thank you. Come eat with me too." Stan closes his eyes and dozes off again.

"Yeah. I'll be right back. He closes his book and heads down. He runs into Shelly on the way out. She gives him a hard look. "What? We're good again, obviously."

Shelly shoves him out of her way, he trips and falls on his side as she goes down.

"Bitch." Kyle says quietly as he gets up and rubs his arm and hurries down.

Sharon looks over to see Kyle and Shelly have arrived but not Stan. "He's not coming down?"

Kyle shrugs. "I'll bring him a plate. Or pudding maybe if his teeth are still sore."

Sharon relents as she starts to serve both boys. "As long as he eats something. But I want him down here for dinner tomorrow. He needs to get used to being on his feet again. Laying around can't be good."

Kyle gathers the dishes for himself and Stan, "Maybe, thanks Mrs. Marsh."

Stan has his eyes closed and breathing steadily as Kyle sets a plate down of mac and cheese as well as a chocolate pudding cup. "Hey dude, dinner time."

Stan opens his eyes. "My mom pissed off?"

"She wants you to eat dinner downstairs tomorrow. She doesn't think it's good to be in bed all day." Kyle sits down at Stan's desk with his own dinner.

Stan makes a face. "My chest hurts and now my teeth. I love my mom, but she doesn't know what I'm going through." With great effort Stan sits up and goes for the pudding.

"I'm sure she kind of does with the teeth stuff. Sorry, just relaying back the info." Kyle sighs and starts to eat.

Stan draws his knees to his chest and spoons a tiny bit of the pudding. "I think I'll tell the doctor I'm so tired. I'm sure something is wrong, then my mom will cut me some slack." He licks the spoon and takes his time to make sure he swallows it.

"I don't know if that's going to worry her more if something is wrong. When do you see your doctor?" Kyle asks.

"Tomorrow, ten am. Just my regular doctor. Don't know why. Can't he just read the report that my heart is all screwed up?" Stan shrugs and takes another small bite.

"Well, if it's required might as well go. Follow what they told you at the hospital. Every doctor appointment is there for a reason." Kyle tells him.

"Was it like this with your kidney transplant? Doctors after doctors and you don't know why?" Stan says as he licks a bit more pudding.

"In a way. But I knew the reason was to make sure I was doing okay and that my kidney was functioning. I'm not trying to tell you to just be okay with it or that you're an idiot to be annoyed. Just how I was feeling." Kyle shrugs as he drinks some tea.

"A lot of doctor appointments really does get in the way of life, and it sucks. I want to do something fun for once. I know I'm supposed to go walking daily. Get sunshine. Ugh." Stan rolls over and peeks out the window. "I wonder what the other guys are doing? Or would a walk to the park kill me?"

"We still have a few hours of sunshine left. Want to try and walk? Maybe just around the neighborhood? We don't have to go past Bonanza Street if you feel that's too much." Kyle says.

"Just around the block? Maybe it'll make me feel better. Get mom off my back." Stan takes another bite now. "If I eat too much and walk, I'll barf."

"We'll take a bottle of water. It's always good to have regardless if you're sick." Kyle quickly finishes his plate and gathers up the dishes.

Stan puts his food to the side and gets up and starts to move out of bed. He walks slowly over to change out of pajamas and into jeans, T-shirt and his brown jacket and hat.

Kyle smiles as he picks up Stan's dishes. "That's what I like to see. Up and out of bed."

"Do I look normal?" Stan asks, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Normal enough. Couldn't tell if something was wrong considering what happened. Let's go enjoy the evening." Kyle opens the door to take the plates downstairs.

"Kay...let's get out before it gets too cold. Make sure my mom sees me so she's not worried." Stan takes his phone and keys and leaves his room, looking at his bed sadly one last time.

Kyle laughs. "Don't worry man, you'll see your bed soon." He pats his back and guides him to the stairs.

Stan keeps a tight hold on the banister and another arm around Kyle as he slowly makes his way down. He pauses when he's almost at the bottom at his mom and sister eating in the dining room. "I'm going to go for a walk, to get a little sunshine. We'll be back."

Sharon looks up at him and smiles. "Okay, be safe you two. Be back before it gets dark."

Stan steps out on the front porch and looks around, overwhelmed again. He blinks back tears and wipes his eyes. "Ready for this, dude?"

"Only if you are. We'll go at your pace." Kyle says. "This will make you feel better. Sunshine always makes you feel better."

"Hope you can keep up with me." Stan puts his hands in his pockets and starts to take off. He walks down the path past his house and Kyle's and along a little trail that leads to the park.

Kyle watches his carefully. "Feeling okay so far?"

Stan tilts his head to the sky and takes in the sun and mountain air on his face. "Yeah, this is fine. My heart is going faster but I think that's a good thing." He keeps walking carefully.

"Doesn't this feel better than lying in bed all day? Crisp air, no snow. It's a pretty nice evening for once." Kyle says as he walks next to him.

"Come on, it's been three days out of the hospital. But yeah, this should be a daily thing." Stan takes a deep breath as he reaches the next street and steps over a fallen tree to cross over to the park. "Wow, it's busy today."

Kenny is talking to Craig and those guys over by the basketball court. They're lacing up roller skates (Kenny borrowed his) and trying to organize a street hockey game.

Kyle waves as he and Stan approach. "Hey guys."

"Hey Kyle, and Stan holy shit. Glad to see you better." Kenny grins.

"Yeah, all better." Stan smiles his new purple and green braces.

"Gah!" Tweek says, grabbing his boyfriend's hand. "Your heart could just do that with no warning, it could happen to any of us." He took another drink of coffee with a shaking hand.

Craig rolls his eyes but doesn't let his boyfriend's hand go. "Calm down Tweek." He flashes his braces. All yellow. "Nice colors, Stan. Tweek wanted me to get yellow."

"Not that we're a couple, but Kyle made me get green." Stan flashes his braces back.

Kyle smirks. "we're kind of a couple dude, let's be honest."

"No way, I'm back with Wendy." Stan shakes his head.

"Yep." Kenny shakes his head. "Where's a girl to visit me when I'm sick and dying?" Kenny grabs his hockey stick to warm up a bit.

"We're waiting on more people to come but we can take more players if you guys want to." Kenny says. "Kyle at least."

"Hey!" Stan says. "Why not invite me?"

"Because..." Kenny taps his own chest.

Kyle narrows his eyes. "Don't even think about it for a minute, Stan. All you're going to be doing is watching."

"No, I want to warm up at least." Stan says back.

Token comes running over now. "sorry I'm late. Dinner started late. The wagyu steaks my dad bought took forever to cook."

Kenny rolls his eyes.

Token smiles as he laces up his skates. "Hey Stan, up walking around now? How do you feel?"

"Like death. But fine for some reason. Ready to have fun again." Stan says to Token but makes sure Kyle can hear.

"Okay we need Clyde, and Cartman. With Kyle the teams will be even." Craig says, skating around

"Do we need Cartman to play? We all know he'll just ruin the game with his stupid rules and whining." Token rolls his eyes.

"I'll take Cartman's spot." Stan says.

"Stan, no!" Kyle says sharply. "Your fun will be sitting on the curb and watching."

"What, that's not fun!" Stan argues back.

Butters comes up now. "You can be a cheerleader, Stan. I'll do it with you." He smiles and gives Stan a hug, but Stan pushes him off quickly, hand to his chest. "No way dude. What the hell."

Craig taps his hockey stick on the ground. "Let's just start this thing already."

"Are you playing, Kyle?" Token asks.

Kyle shrugs, looking over at Stan. "Well, I don't have any skates with me."

"Come on Kyle, we need one more unless Clyde or Cartman show up." Kenny says again.

"Craig? Any more spares?" Kenny skates around in a backwards circle.

Craig points to a bag off to the side. "Maybe. Since Kyle and I are probably same shoe size."

Kyle looks through the equipment, grabbing a stick and knee pads. "I dunno, you're still a few inches taller man."

"I'll play. I don't need skates." Stan says.

Kyle glares at him again. "Yes, you do! And no, you won't, Stan!"

Butters looks down. "I know I'm not invited but I have skates." He holds up a Hello Kitty pair. "A girl's size eight is a boy's size six. What are you, Kyle?"

Stan raises a hand. "I'll do it, I'll even wear the Hello Kitty skates. I want to try at least."

Kyle ignores Stan now. "I'm a nine and a half now."

Tweek sips more out of his thermos. "Jesus Christ, what if we kill you, Stan? Oh!" Tweek twitches over to his duffel bag. "Will a ten work Kyle?"

Stan rolls his eyes. "No one's gonna kill me. I'll take the Hello Kitty skates."

"Not with me around." Kenny mutters as he does another circle. "Come on dudes." Kenny swings his stick around. "Only so much daylight left and most of you have good homes to go to."

"Yeah, those should be fine, thanks dude." Kyle takes up Tweek's spare skates and starts to lace them up. "Damnit, Butters watch Stan, make sure he doesn't try to join in."

Butters goes to sit with Stan on the curb, eyes wide. Stan glares at him. "I'm fine, Butters. Kyle's just...overprotective."

"Come on Stan, I know taco poisoning is no joke." Butters says as he cheers for the game.

"Ugh." Stan buries his head in his hands as the game starts.

Kyle gets up and skates over to the group. "Okay, who vs who?"

"Those who visited Stan in the hospital vs those who didn't." Kenny cracks a grin.

"Hey we're still short." Craig looks up.

Clyde ran up a moment later across the park, skates over his shoulder. "Sorry dudes, family therapy and taco night."

"You better watch out for those tacos, Clyde. One almost killed Stan." Butters yells from the curb.

"God Butters, shut the fuck up!" Stan yelled.

Clyde takes one look at Stan and bursts into tears. "Oh, holy shit dude. Waaaahhh." He sits down to lace up his skates.

"Stan's fine Clyde. Relax. If he had died, then we would have known." Craig says.

"Shut up, asshole!" Kyle yells.

Stan lets out a small smile. "I did die. Surprise. Let me fucking skate at least."

Clyde gets up to skate around. "You sure you should be even outside, Stan?"

"I don't know, should I, Kyle?" Stan glares at his best friend.

"Yes! It's good for you to be outside. Just don't try to skate unless you want to wind up in a hospital bed tonight instead of your own." Kyle skates up to get in Stan's face.

"I'm fine Kyle!" Stan yells back.

Tweek looks at his boyfriend worriedly. "Craig, do our fights ever get that bad?"

Kenny throws an extra hockey stick in Stan's direction. "Here go warm up off skates. Don't die. Okay?"

Stan smiles and picks it up. "You neither."

"Haha let's play!" Kenny skates around again.

Kyle snatches the stick out of Stan's hand. "What the hell do you plan to do with this stick Stan?"

"Shove it up your ass if you keep acting like an idiot." Stan goes to grab it back.

Kyle turns on Kenny now. "And you! What the hell are you doing giving Stan a hockey stick?"

"He's not a baby and he can't play. Let him at least practice." Kenny skates away.

Kyle goes to chase Kenny now. "Practice what? Stan, you know you're not allowed to do any sports right now!"

"I can swing a fucking hockey stick! Want me to just go back and lay in bed all day?" Stan yells back.

Kyle feels himself fuming. All the guys are looking at either him or Stan now.

Kenny crosses his arms. "Well?"

Token looks between the two. "Maybe Kyle's right, Stan. You did just get out of the hospital."

Stan stares Kyle down. "Yeah, can I have your permission to touch the hockey stick?"

Kyle yells and shoves the hockey stick into Stan's chest and storms off. Yanking off Tweek's skates and slipping on his own shoes in a hurry.

"Owww I'm sensitive there you fuck!" Stan screams after him. He holds a hand to his chest and goes to sit on the curb with Butters, still holding the stick. Butters pats him on the back, sympathetically.

Kenny shakes his head. "Okay, is the lovers quarrel over and can we start?"

"Yeah, let's go, I've been ready." Token looks back. "Are you still joining us Stan?"

Stan is gasping and shakes his head no. He's trying not to cry in front of his friends. Fuck Kyle. Stan just needed to get his breath back.

Kenny smacks his hockey stick down and faces his friends down. "I'll be on a team with you Craig and Tweek. Ready?"

Token nods. "If you need something just tell us." He turns around to start the game. "Yeah, let's go!"

Butters is still rubbing Stan on the back as they watch the game start.

Cartman shows up now in full professional expensive hockey gear, he hurriedly skates out of his mom's van. "Hey assholes, why was Kyle all pissed off? It was great. Saw him down the street."

Kenny sighs. "Finally, fatass."

Cartman looks over at Stan on the curb. "Oh, holy shit Stan, you look like shit. You're skinnier than Kenny."

Stan glares at him but says nothing.

"Fuck you!" Kenny says. He skates over to Stan. "You okay though man? I don't know what I did to get Kyle pissed off like that."

Cartman laughs looking over at Butters and Stan. "This the retard section or something?"

"No, we're cheerleaders!" Butters says good naturedly.

Cartman bursts into laughter at this.

Stan glares and gasps out his words. "Just...let me... rest. Knocked...wind out of me... Kyle…. motherfucker."

Kenny nods. "Well, if you're okay, Stan then I think we can finally start this stupid thing."

Stan nods.

"Okay but not too late, my parents want me back by eight." Token calls out.

Cartman skates over. "Yeah, you're hard to see once it's nighttime."

Stan now leans against Butters, holding the hockey stick for support.

"Butters..." Stan gasps out. "My chest hurts... bad."

Butters pats him on the back. "I know, they had to open you up to remove that poison taco."

Stan glares but puts his head on Butters, wiping his eyes. Shitty substitute for Kyle but fuck him. He didn't have the strength to get up again. Butters puts an arm around him.

Tweek skitters behind Kenny on his skates as Clyde backs up Token as the hockey game starts. Cartman takes his place as goalie.

"Finally." Craig yells as he steals the puck from Token and goes the opposite direction.

"Oh jeeze." Tweek tries to protect the goal even if Craig is his teammate

Cartman bends down, eyes narrowed. "Try me son of a bitch."

Craig smirks. "Sorry! I have a plan."

Clyde flies down trying to catch up to Craig. Craig shoots the puck to an open Kenny now. Kenny gets it and looks to make sure no one is near before trying to score.

"Clyde, Token you black fucks. Git Kinny!" Cartman yells.

"I'm trying! Damn you Kenny!" Clyde yells out.

Token skates backwards no matter how Kenny is trying to go forwards. "Come on dude, one wrong move and I'll steal." He grins.

Clyde backs him. "I'm open, Token! I'm open!"

Craig swoops in and steals Token's puck.

Clyde groans and goes to chase Craig now, skating around Kenny.

Craig tries to shoot his puck, but Cartman leans over and whacks it out of the way as it goes skittering off to the side. "Haha fuck you Craig, Kenny, Kyle."

"I'm not Kyle, Jesus!" Tweek yells and jumps.

"Yeah, Kyle left, dumbass." Craig says.

"Sorry, reflex." Cartman does a little victory dance at blocking the goal.

The puck skidded over to where Stan and Butters were sitting. Stan still can't breathe but he forces himself up and walks over with the stick. He lines the stick up gently to knock it back to the game.

Kenny cheers. "Whoo hoo! There you go Stan! Nice shot!"

Stan pulls back his arm, the bad right one. He puts all his might into taking the shot. He swings forward, and that's the last he remembers before things go black.