Stan's POV

Ugh… Everything hurts. My head feels like it got crushed by a freight train. I weakly open my eyes to a blinding flash of white light. I move around to find myself lying on a stiff bed with a thin piece of blanket on me. Green dividers and white walls along with the sound of carts being pushed and the conversations of people. I think I'm at a hospital, makes sense I guess. I'm guessing that car sent me here after I passed out with Kyle.

Wait, Kyle!

My mind suddenly snapping back to my friend that could be in a diabetic coma right now. I jump up off the bed and grab my jacket that's on the chair beside my bed. I reach for the phone on the bedside table and notice a note under it, it's a phone number with a message under it.

Hey Stan, sorry I got to you guys so late. Kyle's fine, I'm taking him home once he's up. Call me when you can. – Kenny

So this is Kenny's number. I check myself out of the hospital after the doctors let me go. I first call Cartman to tell him the simplified version of what happened and to ask him to get my car. After calling him and my mom to let her know I'm fine, I dial up Kenny.

After 5 rings, I hear his voice.

"Hey, hey, this is Kenny."

"Hey Kenny, it's Stan, I got your note."

"Glad to see you up and kicking, you've been out for a few days now." He informs me.

It's been days? Mom must be worried sick, I'm gonna have to call her after I check up on Kyle.

"Yeah, I'm ok. How's Kyle? Can I talk to him?"

"Umm… Stan, its midday. He's in class and I'm at work."

Oh yeah… I'm supposed to be in class right now too…

"Can I come see you guys later then?" I ask, I want to see them again.

"No offense Stan…" He starts awkwardly, "But Kyle might not wanna see you right now."

…

Wait, what?

"EXCUSE ME?!" I almost yell incredulously but refrain myself since I am still in a hospital, "I helped saved his life! Why wouldn't he want to see his best friend?"

"Look, I don't really know what happened between you two but you guys haven't been best friends in 8 years and I'm not gonna get between your super best friend drama. You two settle this yourselves."

With that, the line dies and I hear nothing more than beeps. The motherfucker hung up on me, that bastard…

I walk over to the cab Cartman called for me, more confused and frustrated than ever.

Once I get back to my apartment, I just crash on the couch. It doesn't matter how nice the hospital is, their beds and food will always be shit. I want to close my eyes for a while. Just a few minutes of not thinking about last night and not giving a shit.

Just as I feel sleep take me away, the sound of footsteps echo from the bathroom. I look up to see the girl I've been living with.

"Hey Wends." I say lazily.

"Stan, where have you been?" Thanks, Wendy. Nice to see you so happy to see me too.

"Hospital. Surprised fatass didn't tell you." I answer groggily, trying to shake off the sleep my body craves.

She looks at me blankly and begins using her interrogation voice, "I didn't believe him when he told me that you got yourself into an accident to save some suicidal spaz. What were you thinking, Stan?"

"Um… How about, I want to save this person who clearly isn't in their right mind right now? Beside he wasn't suicidal, it was just a bad series of events."

"You could have gotten yourself killed, just because Kyle helped some unstable girl doesn't mean you have to put your own life down to do it."

"Ok, first of all, what does this have to do with Kyle? Second, I helped someone. Can't you be glad about that?"

"Never mind…"

"No. You've never mentioned Kyle after the first few months when we started dating. Why bring him up now?"

"Why are you so touchy about him? You wouldn't even talk about him, you lash out at anyone who even mentions him and suddenly you're on a talk show with him all buddy-buddy. Making promises like nothing happened."

Really? Is this the issue? Why's she acting all pissy about this?

"Aw-awww." I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration, that's a habit that'll never go away. "Wendy, I didn't even know he was gonna be there. What's the big deal anyways?"

"Whatever." She decides to drop it, thank God.

"Fine, where have you been?" I ask her.

"Oh my god, Stan! I told you last week. Bebe and Clyde moved to Denver and I've been helping them. Have you even been listening to me?!"

Ugh… This again. I don't even know why I look forward to coming back to Wendy. She's a sweet girl and all but lately we've been growing distant. I don't care as much anymore that she's out late and she doesn't care if I don't wanna do shit anymore. All that's left is just this pointless empty bickering.

"I'm tired of this. I'll be in the recording room. Don't wait for me." If she doesn't want to stop it, I'm gonna end it here.

I start walking to the recording room and slam the door shut like a pissy teenager with mood swings. I hear her on the other side of the door, shouting and groaning aloud.

And this is usually how it ends. I'm sick of it.

Kenny's POV

I put my phone back in my pocket. Stan's probably gonna get me hell for this later, but right now Stan's not the issue. I get back from my break to see Tweek working the counter, his classes must be over. Working at a Harbuck with Tweek isn't as bad as you'd think. It's a decent job, pays rent and Tweek's skills make this job a heck of a lot easier.

"Kenny, w-was that Stan? ACK!" Tweek asks me, handing the customer a whatever-cino. Honestly, I think Harbucks are just making em' up at this point.

"Yeah…he called about Kyle." I tell him, putting my phone back into my pocket.

"Are you gonna tell him about Stan?" He's just as nervous as I am when it comes to Kyle and Stan.

"I might have to, but that'd mean letting Kyle know Stan contacted me behind his back. Fuck, he's gonna string my balls."

"I'll never understand those two…" He shakes his head in dismay.

"Stan and Kyle have always been two of the most stubborn dickheads I've ever met, sometimes I wonder if those two just need to fuck or beat the shit outta each other, just something to get those two to stop get rid of all that tension." Those two really were an odd case, even I don't really know what they were to each other. "I don't have all the details of what happened that day. Kyle never cracked and all I knew was that one day he just… gave up."

"And he's only gotten worse since. Do you think that they'll ever fix it?"

"Like I said, those two are the most stubborn people I know. They'll eventually work it out but honestly I'm surprised that Kyle's still functioning. He either closes himself off or falls off the deep end every time he loses Stan." I grimace as I think back to those sour memories.

"Seriously?" His head snaps up and he stares in disbelief.

"Yeah, we ripped on Stan for going Goth because of Wendy but Kyle once nearly killed a bunch of fake queers just because Stan abandoned him." I say matter-of-factly.

"Wow, I never knew." Tweek says, with his bewildered expression. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Kyle isn't someone who people would call weak or sensitive.

"Kyle's a strong kid but he's only strong when he's allowed to be weak. He's got limits too." I let out a sigh, "They were their outlets, confidents. Even though we were all friends since pre-K, there are things he'd tell Stan that I know Kyle'll never tell me."

"Is there anything we can do about it?"

I scoff, "Just because I can't die doesn't mean I have a death wish, Tweek. If Kyle catches us doing anything like what you're thinking, you can kiss your coffee machine goodbye."

"K-Kyle wouldn't d-do that, w-would he?" His eyes widen, I guess Tweek has never even really pissed Kyle off enough to witness his pure wrath.

"Dude, he broke all of Cartman's shit when he gave Kyle AIDS."

"GAH!" He squeaks in disbelief, I guess he forgotten how ruthless Kyle can be to those who wronged him. If he didn't have such a strong moral compass, I swear he'd be a bigger threat than Cartman.

I sigh, thinking back to my two friends and their fractured friendship.

God, you're a real bitch sometimes. You know that? You're making me watch two of my best friends suffer and yet you won't let me do shit to fix it, at least throw me a bone and give me some fucking directions.

Kenny-chan Kawaii Purinsesu~

That's my phone ringing again, I don't know who this is. I just don't want it to be Kyle or Stan again, I'm not really want to deal with them now.

"Hey hey, this is Kenny." I say, not even bothering to hide my frustration to whoever's on the other side.

"Hello, Kinny."

Holy shit… I never thought I'd hear that voice again.

"What the hell? How did you get this number?" I demanded, I changed my number after I left South Park. Karen is the only one in my family to have it, there is no way he could have found it.

"Doesn't matter." He ignores my question. "I know you wanna help Kahl and Stan. I have a plan and I need you to help me."

He wants to help Stan and Kyle? He actually wants to help my 2 best friends. I'm sorry, I think I either died and went insane or won the lottery because that shit's impossible. But then again, he was always the one with the plan... Maybe he could help.

Well, I did ask for guidance. God, I really hope you're not trying to fuck me over here.

A/N: Introducting Kenny's POV! I figured I needed a few more perspectives than just Stan and Kyle. I'll be honest, this and the last chapters took me forever to write. Last chapter was mostly the car scene and this one was trying to capture Kenny's personality. Next week, we go back to Stan and Kyle as we find out what he and Kenny have in store for them.

Thanks again to all those who follow this story, you all liking this story really makes me happy. Your reviews let me know what's up and let me know how I'm doing. c:

As always, feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS.

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