Stan's POV
Once Kyle jumps into my car, I slam down on the gas, hoping we can catch up to Tweek before he seriously hurts himself or anyone else. The car jerks forward as it speeds down the road, Kyle griping on the seat while I give my steering wheel a death grip. Unfortunately, we are in Downtown Boulder and we have to stop him from a possible collision. We need a game plan.
I swerve through the honking cars as I try to catch up to him, "Ok Kyle, tell me what's wrong with Tweek."
"He's got social anxiety, the crowd watching him must've freaked him into an episode." Kyle says as he dials 911.
The traffic around us is making it hard for me to keep the car steady while trying to spot his car.
"There he is!" He abruptly shouts as Tweek's white sedan appears in the stream of cars.
We overtake the cars in front of us and tail Tweek, but his unstable state just makes getting to him impossible, "OK. Say we catch up to him, what's the plan?" I ask him.
"Fuck, I don't know. I'm calling an ambulance and hope they have sedative to calm him down."
"Wait, you don't have any?!" I look to him incredulously and he looks back at me in shock.
"DUDE, why the fuck would I have seductive on me?! Besides he hasn't had an episode this drastic since junior prom, and we were still at South Park then. Where his parents could help us."
"So what do we do?"
"How's about stopping him from driving and killing himself?! Now stop asking and catch up!" His attention now turns to the emergency service operator on the other side of the line.
Well that's something I guess.
"Hello, 911? I need help. My friend is currently having a panic episode and speeding down Pearl Street, I need medical help."
"Damn it, where the hell did he learn to drive like that?" I mutter under my breath, I swear he drives like a fucking NASCAR racer.
Kyle just ignores my questions and focuses on answering the operator, "He has anxiety and he got triggered by a crowd. No, I don't think he has any allergies…. NO! I don't have his medicine with me either."
Man, we need to do something. I speed up even more, I'm pretty sure whatever speed limit was set, and I just broke it tenfold.
"He's heading towards Sunshine Canyon."
"Then go, hurry up Stan!"
Wow, rude. I know Tweek's life is at stake here but does he have to boss me around like that?
"We're heading down Mapleton and towards Sunshine Canyon, please hurry!"
We follow him up the trails and I don't know if you know this, driving down the winding roads in high speed car chase isn't easy. I see a clearing and I get an idea, I push the gas pedal down flat as I overtake Tweek's car. Kyle clutches onto the seat tighter with one hand holding the phone to his ear. I hear the panic shaking out of his squeaking cries.
"Kyle, hang on to something."
"STAN! What are you doing?!" He shrieks
"Something stupid and crazy." I admit.
With a sudden turn on the steering wheel, I crash straight into the passenger side of the car and we start spinning. I step on the brakes to try and slow us down as the scene outside keeps spinning like we're on that teacup ride at theme parks.
We finally stop, both the cars, as I get out and try to regain my bearings. I feel sore as hell and Kyle looks tired and disoriented but I think we're alright. That may not have been my smartest idea, we didn't crash into the Cliffside or anything so that's always good. The ambulance arrives and the paramedics manage to pull the now unconscious Tweek into the ambulance.
"Is he gonna be OK?"
"Well, his injures from the crash don't seem serious, but with cases like these, we will need to keep him in for the night at least to check for concussions." One of the paramedic explains, "We will sedate him if his panic attack continues after he regains consciousness."
"That's good." Kyle sighs in relief.
"How about you boys?"
"Well, I'm still walking and talking, just a bit sore from the crash."
After the ambulance takes Tweek away, I wait by my now wreaked car with Kyle for the tow truck to come. Man, how am I gonna explain this to Mom? Wait, how am I gonna get back?! There isn't a taxi here and we're way too far out of town.
"Kyle, how are we gonna get back?" I ask him, Kyle looks up at me from his phone and sighs.
"I texted Kenny to drive my car to our location when he comes back, usually it takes about a few hours or tomorrow. If Kenny doesn't make it first, we can always just go with the tow truck." He answers calmly before turning his gaze back to the screen.
Wow… I hadn't thought of that. I lean back of the door of my car and begin my patient wait for rescue. Everything that happened tonight replaying in my head. This is by far the most…
"Holy shit! Stan, you're bleeding!" Kyle exclaims, pocketing his phone and pulling me closer, Now that he mentions it, I see blood on the collar of my shirt and I reach my hand to touch from my head to my neck, blood smeared all over my hand and down my neck.
"Shit, it must've been from the fight." He mutters. "Stan, kneel down so I can see it better." I do as he says without a word. He tilts my head down and into his chest, my head touching his chest and looking at the ground as he examines the wound apparently on the back of my head.
"Doesn't look too deep, probably about half an inch deep…"
Stings of pain spike through as he touches it. He moves away from me but keeps me in my kneeling position. I hear ripping, my eyes move from the ground to the source of the sound. I see Kyle, taking off his jacket, tearing off a strip of cloth from his t-shirt. "Stan. Head, down." I obey again, from the corner of my eye I see Kyle go to my car, coming back with a box of tissues I left in the car along with an unopened bottle of water.
"This is gonna have to do for now." Kyle says and he starts pouring the water onto my wound.
"Ah! Ouch! Fucking hell Kyle!" I scream as the liquid washes away the blood and hits every nerve there, that really fucking hurts!
"Hold still, Stan."
He then dabbing the tissue with the remaining water, his shaky hands cleaning the wounds on my head. Hisses and grunts of pain escape my mouth but I've just been through the worst part. After half a box of tissues and an emptied bottle, he ties the torn off cloth onto my head as a makeshift bandage.
"That should help with the bleeding." Kyle finishes and pulls me back up to my feet. As soon as I'm on my feet, he starts to sway and falls onto me. I catch him and turn his face to see what happened. His eyes become unfocused, his body is shaking and his face wincing in pain.
"Kyle, what's wrong?"
"Dude, I think…my blood…sugar…" Those words escaping his mouth in a weak and breathy tone are the last things I hear and then I watch those dull green eyes roll back. He falls limp onto me, not responding to me shaking him or calling his name.
"KYLE! Kyle! Goddammit, when was the last time you ate?!" No response.
Well this night just gets more fucked up with every passing minute, Tweek had a breakdown and is in an ambulance, Kenny's dead, and I'm bleeding through my skull while the only other person with me is passed out in my arms. I have to wake him up.
"Kyle, come on man. Wake up. Stay with me!" Still no response.
I have no choice, I call 911 but an ambulance might not make here for a while. If I walk down the path, I might meet someone on its way up here, maybe the other ambulance, the tow truck or Kenny. They can get Kyle to a hospital.
"Come on, Kyle. Let's see if we can get some help." I put his jacket back on him and carry him in my arms as I begin my long walk down the clearing. I take a glance at Kyle, checking for any responses. This is the first time I've seen him so peaceful since we saw each other again, as messed up as that sounds.
I look a good look at the boy I have cradling in my arms, he's much lighter than I expected. His thin yet slightly muscular arms dangling on the sides, his face against my chest. I can at least feel him breathing against it, which is always a good sign. If his breaths wasn't light and short, he almost seems asleep, like when we were 10 sleeping over at one of our houses'.
"Man, Kyle… What happened between us?" I sigh.
I'm alone and Kyle's unconscious in my arms, this might seem like a horrible time for this but it might be the only time I can get this off my chest.
"I missed you, dude. I don't know why you abandoned me, I don't know why we never patched things up like we used to. But it's horrible without you. I'm still mad but I don't want to be, I want my super best friend back. Everyone else sucks compared to you guys, especially you."
For the first time in a long time, I feel relief and the small smile on my face feels genuine. Even if he never hears or remembers any of what I just said, it feels great to say it to him. I start to feel lightheaded, I'm guessing it's from the blood loss and the exhaustion of walking down the trail while holding Kyle.
I've placed him a piece of candy I found in my pocket under his tongue but he's been fading in and out, he's still pretty weak but I think he'll be fine as long as I find some help before I pass out too. Suddenly, I see a bright light shining at us. We're gonna be OK now, that's my last thought before I feel darkness around me.
A/N: No! Not another cliffhanger! Sorry guys but drama does what drama does. Next time we find out what happens to Stan and Kyle.
Finally I finished the moving process, more or less. Still got a lot of unpacking to do. One step at a time I guess. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far.
As always feel free to check out the drama it's based on,"It's Okay That's Love" by SBS.
Take care, Loves.