Kyle sobs into Stan's shoulder as Kenny and Cartman sit awkwardly by his side, Kenny rubbing small circles into Kyle's back.

"Shh, you're okay… you're safe now." Said Stan, hugging Kyle close to himself.

Kyle flinched at the touch and that made Stan bare his teeth and growl. "I swear to God, I'll kill the guy who did this to you."

Kyle took his face out of Stan's neck and looked up at him.

"There- there were t-two." He said between sobs.

"There were two guys…? That man should have put bullets in their heads." Kenny says angrily.

"What exactly happened?" Cartman asked, causing Kyle to sob harder.

"Shut up dude!" Yells Stan, glaring at him before placing a small kiss on top of Kyle's forehead.

"Sorry, Jesus Christ man. I didn't know it would upset him, don't get mad at me."

"Just shut up Cartman, you're making it worse." Says Kenny.

"Have you called your parents and told them what happened yet?" Asks Stan.

"N-no, I haven't… I don't think I can. They asked me to give them my parents phone numbers, but I couldn't do it Stan..." Stan sighs at this and hugs Kyle closer to him.

"You're going to need to at some point."

"That's what the hospital staff and the police officers outside the door said, but I really don't think I'll be able to…" Kyle blubbers.

"What if I did?" Asks Stan patiently. Kyle thinks a moment about this

"Yeah, I-I guess that would be b-better…" Kyle practically whispers, handing Stan his phone before Stan could pull out his own.

"They'll be more likely to answer if they see my name on the screen…. Can- can you call my mom? Not my dad." Stan nods and inputs Kyle's passcode into the phone's lock screen and proceeds to call Kyle's mother.

oOo

Sheila was sleeping heavily, head in her arms when her phone buzzed on the kitchen table beside her head. She fell asleep waiting for Kyle to return home. God, she was so worried after the school had called and told her Kyle had gotten suspended and then walked out. When she arrived home Kyle's car was already in the driveway.

Gerald, who was still awake working on a case involving a ex-cops murder case (and also couldn't sleep because his eldest son had not yet returned home) hears the faint vibration of metal against wood and jumps up from the couch and runs to the kitchen, picking up the phone. Seeing Kyle's name light up the screen had him sighing with relief.

"Kyle? Me and your mother have been worried sick for the past few hours, you have no idea how much trouble you're in." He said, worry ebbing away and giving way to the anger that was clear in his voice. On the other end, Stan waited patiently for the man to finish before speaking.

'You need to get to hell's pass hospital.' Stan says, voice rough.

"Who is this? I-is Kyle in the hospital?" He asks, worry coming back full force.

'It's Stan, and yes, Kyle's in the hospital..., he's been… well, he's been hurt.'

"How do you mean?" Gerald said, consern taking over his features.

'I think it would be best if he told you... he's in the emergency section of the hospital, room thirty-four.'

"Is he… okay?"

'I don't really know sir… I don't know.'

"O-okay me, my wife and Ike will be there as soon as possible Stan." Gerard says frantically

'Alright, see you then.'

Gerald hung up his wife's phone and put it back on the kitchen table, then shook his wife awake. "Sheila, Sheila," He said softly.

She picked up her head and looked up at her husband

"What is it? Did Kyle come home yet?" She asked, looking at him blearily, rubbing at her eyes.

"No… he's… he's in the hospital."

Sheila shot up in an instant "What, what, what?!" She yelled, hopping out of the chair and grabbing Gerald's shoulders "What happened?"

"I don't know! We need to grab Ike and go."

"How do you not know? Didn't the hospital staff tell you what happened?" Sheila shot at him, glaring. Gerald let out a little huff

"It was Stan who called"

"What? Why is Stan there before us?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"I don't know!" Was Gerald's response.

"I guess it doesn't really matter since our son IS IN THE HOSPITAL! I don't know why we're even discussing this, get Ike, I'll be in the car waiting."

"A-Alright." Gerard says, rushing back through the living room and up the stairs to Mike's room. Sheila ran through the house like a bat out of hell and grabbed the keys off the key rack then rushed to the car. She turns it on and cranks the heat. She then turns the radio on and turns it up nearly all the way, the blaring music offering some kind of distraction whilst she waits to go see her precious boy.

Finally, a very tired looking Ike and a very alert Gerald shot through the front door of the house. Without bothering to lock the door, both of them hopped in the car and Sheila began to speed down the streets.

By the time they reached the hospital, Gerald and Sheila had already got into so many arguments that they were starting to sound like Carol and Stuart. The subjects ranged from Sheila not being responsible enough to go to the school when they first heard Kyle was suspended, Sheila not going out to look for him for longer than the the hour she had, Gerald not being fatherly enough to care about his son's well being and go searching for him with her and Gerald not getting enough information out of Stan when he called.

They practically sprint to the front doors, only stopping to ask for directions to room thirty-four, and once they get directions, Sheila drags Ike all along the way while Gerard rushes up ahead of them.

They immediately stop in their tracks when they see Kyle sitting facing Stan on Stan's lap, their fingers intertwined and Kyle sobbing into his chest. Sheila got over her shock and moved towards her boy, placing a hand on his shoulder causing him to flinch. She immediately noticed the strong smell of alcohol wafting off of his and the other boy's bodies.

"What happened? Is it alcohol poisoning?" Sheila asks, taking a seat in the chair beside Stan and Kyle. She couldn't help but notice that her son had lost weight in the hospital gown he was wearing. A LOT of weight. She remembers how he hasn't been eating properly and it makes her all the more worried about her precious son.

"I-I can't… I was… Stan, can you say it? Please?" Stan sucks in a deep breath and looks Mrs. Broflovski in the eyes, which is when she sees the tears streaming down his face as well..

"He was raped." Stan says, holding his gaze with hers. Sheila takes a moment and lets this sink in, not saying a word.

"W-what?" Gerald asks as Ike stands there, just as stunned as his mother and father.

"I'm sorry." Kyle said.

"Don't say sorry, It's not your fault, bubby." Sheila says, trying to blank away the tears in her eyes. Kyle's face scrunches up further in Stan's neck.

"It was my fault," He whispers, turning to her and she notices a horribly large and dark bruise blooming right along his right eye, that coupled with his words causing the water works to really start, the tears in Sheila' eyes becoming uncontrollable. "If I hadn't gotten drunk in the first place and walked down that alley, then none of this would have happened, if I didn't... l- if I had just said 'no' A few more times, maybe they would have… would have stopped... "

"Kyle, It's definitely not your fault, don't blame yourself, it's no one's fucking fault but the prick who did this to you." Ike says angrily, Sheila nor Gerard reprimanding him for his language as Kyle bows his head in shame. He disconnects his hand from Stan's grasp and gingerly stands up, then limps over to Ike and hugs his younger brother, still crying vigorously. Ike hugs back and wonders why Kyle feels so much thinner than the last time he had hugged him, though it might just have been because he wasn't wearing his jacket. Either way, his brother couldn't be considered 'healthy' with how jaggd his bones felt. Kyle thanks Ike and goes back to sitting in Stan's lap, this time side ways, with his legs dangling off of the chairs side bars. Everyone notices the obvious wince on Kyle's face as he sits, making them a little more than sympathetic.

They talk for a while, calming Kyle down and getting him to stop crying before a blonde nurse popped her head in the doorway.

"Kyle? Kyle Broflovski?" She asks and Kyle sheepishly nods. "There is a doctor here to do your rape kit, then the police are going to ask a few questions, if you could get on the bed, and your brothers and parents could step out for that, that would be great." The nurse told more than asked.

"Brothers?" Kenny asks and Stan shoots him a dirty look that clearly says 'shut up,' as it was only family allowed past visiting hours. The nurse either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

"Yes, ma'am." Says Stan politely, lightly helping Kyle off of his lap and getting ready to leave.

"N-no… can… can Stan stay?" Kyle asks, and the nurse freezes on her way out the door. The nurse turns around to face them, as does everyone else. The nurse asks who that is, and Kyle points to his boyfriend. The nurse purses her lips and then smiles sweetly.

"Of course," she says, "Are you sure you don't want your parents to-"

"No!" Kyle cries out, and the nurse nods.

"Okay, well, you stay, young man. The rest of you follow me, please." She says, leading the rest of them out of the room.

"Why would Kyle prefer Stan over his own family…?" Sheila sniffles, and Kenny and Eric share nervous glances.

"And why did Kyle call you boys first? Who did he call?" Asks Sheila.

"Uh, well, he was really embarrassed about calling you, so he called Stan."

"O-oh…" Sheila says, then, "why were they sitting like that?"

"Well, I think Stan was just trying to comfort him… being his best friend and all…."

"Is Stan Marsh dating my son?" Sheila asks, wiping away her tears which seemed to continuously fall, while every one of Kyle's friends who are there tense.

"Uh… well…." Cartman splutters, looking between both of Kyle's parents.

"Well? Is he? It's a yes or no question. And don't lie to me, I've suspected it for quite some time now." Sheila says sternly. Eric was about to say yes but before speaking realizes Kyle probably wouldn't like him telling his parents about him and Stan before he had the chance to come out to them.

"No... and Kyle likes girls, I think." Eric says, and Kenny looks up and speaks as well,

"yeah, he totally has a crush on my girlfriend, Bebe. It's pretty annoying." He says, once again picturing Kyle's scrunched up crying face as he called himself a dirty faggot.

"Oh… well, you can't really blame me for accusing him, those two are so close and act like a couple sometimes." Says Sheila thoutfully.

"Yeah, well, they're not…"

And with that last lie, Kyle's friends sat uncomfortably before they fell asleep for the first time that night (Morning?)

oOo

It was six o'clock when Randy's alarm clock went off, signalling that it was time for him to wake up and start his day, even though he was already awake. He hits the off button and instead of laying there and letting it go off a few more times before actually getting up he decided he would simply get up and go. Sharon rolls over to face Randy in her sleep and he smiles down at her then shakes her awake

"You want coffee?" He asked and she nodded. "I'll go get Stan up then make us some." Randy says.

"Okay." Sharon grumbles and rolls back over. Randy walks out of the room (not before pulling on his robe) and makes his way down the hallway to Stan's room.

"Stan?" He opens the door, which squeals on its hinges. "It's time to- Stan?" He questions, flicking on the light and walking into the empty-of-human-life room. "Hmm... '' 'Maybe he woke up early.' He thinks, lumbering to the bathroom, when done, he makes his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Stan?" He says calmly, even though he could feel panic rising in his chest. He checks the whole house before making his way back up the stairs and into the room he shared with Sharon. "Sharon? Sharon? Did Stan get home before his curfew last night?" He asks, shaking her vigorously

"I don't know, I went to bed before his 12:00 curfew, he never comes back at that time when he goes to parties though, and even though he tries to tell us otherwise- wait? What do you mean? Is he here?"

"No, he's not."

"Okay… don't panic, he must have just stayed the night at whoever threw that party's house last night." Randy let out a sigh of relief, that's right, there was a party last night, Stan seldom made it home when there was a party, especially when it involved a quote on quote 'healthy' amount of underaged drinking. Not that they condoned that…

"Yeah, you're right." At that moment Randy's cell phone went off on the nightstand beside his bed.

He picked it up and looked at the number. "It's Stan!" He said, pressing the talk button and putting it up to his ear. "Yeah? Stan? Where are you?" Stan lets out a sigh on the other end of the phone

'Oh good, you are awake on time today…. I'm at the hospital."

"Oh my God! What happened?" He asks, going over to the closet and preparing to get clothed and go to the hospital to see his son. "He's in the hospital." He tells Sharon, pulling on a pair of pants.

"What?!" Sharon yelled in response.

'It's not for me, it's for Kyle.'

"Oh," Randy says, though the concerned expressions have yet to face from Randy's face. "It's not for him, it's for Kyle." Randy starts to calm down, just a little as he takes a seat on the bed. "What happened to Kyle?" Randy inquired.

'I don't think Kyle would be comfortable with me telling anyone but close friends and family.'

"You can't just stay out all night and then not tell me what happened, young man." Randy says sternly.

'He… he was assaulted.' Stan says.

"What? By who?"

'Two men, I don't know who, the police are taking his statement right now, that's why I had the time to call… I'm sorry for staying out all night.' Stan mutters.

"So he's okay? You know, able to talk and stuff?"

"It wasn't that kind of assault." Stan's voice cracks.

"Wait… you mean to tell me it was… sexual?" Randy asks. The boy was like a second son to him, and if the look on Sharon's face says anything, it was that she felt the same.

'It's not my business to tell you.' Stan speaks firmly. 'Even if he was, I couldn't… no, wouldn't say.'

"O-okay… so that's why you're not at home?"

'Yeah, and he has to stay here for twenty four hours, so I was wondering if I could skip school to stay here and… comfort him. Is that okay with you?'

"...Ask your mother." Randy says, handing the phone over to Sharon.

Sharon gives Randy a dirty look before pulling the phone to her ear. "Yes?" She questions. There's a pause, and then, "I would say no under any other circumstances, but if he was raped I can see how he might need support."

'I didn't say that!' Randy hears Stan shout from the other end of the phone as Sharon pulls it away from her ear quickly.

"Okay, no need to shout. You can stay at the hospital with Kyle, but if I find out you were anywhere but at the hospital I'll have you severely punished. Grounded for two months." Sharon warns.

another pause,

"I know you know, just… be there for him, okay? I know how close you are, especially when something as severe as r-... I know, I know, that's... 'not' what happened, sorry, I just heard your father say-... Yeah, OK, I love you too. … Yes, I will. Bye." Sharon hangs up the phone and hands it back to Randy. "I wonder what happened." Sharon ponders.

"By the sounds of it, Kyle got raped."

"Yeah, I have a feeling that's it, otherwise he wouldn't be so… defensive about it, but Stan says it wasn't what happened."

"Stan's lying."

"You're probably right."

oOo

That day Stan stays in the hospital with Kyle and his family while Eric and Kenny go to school. Eventually visiting hours end, and Stan has to go home while Kyle stays the night, to be released from the hospital the next day.

Once Kyle is released, the Broflivski family goes home, and when they make it inside the house, Kyle goes straight to his room, locks himself inside, and refuses to come out. He lays on his bed and sobs, doing absolutely nothing. That is, until he spots the pair of scissors on his nightstand….

oOo

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