Chapter 4
-Sheila's Ravings
Stan had ran all the way home. He was scared shitless, that kid was so weird. nobody looked like that in broad daylight, except vampires.
When he got home, he burst through the door like he was being chased by a madman.
"Hello." Kenny said, looking Stan up and down.
"Oh, Kenny, you're here, hi"
"What the hell happened to you?" Cartman asked.
Stan wanted so badly to tell them about the kid, but he decided against it. Kyle had hurt them all, they didnt need to reminded about it today.
"Nothing, just a... getting my regular excersise!" he said cheerfully, flexing a weak muscle.
"You came running in here like your ass was on fire." Kenny said, still giving Stan the weirdest look of his life.
Before he could say anything more, Kimmy walked in. She was wearing make- up, which she never wore, and looked prettier then usual.
"Wernt' you supposed to get flowers?" She asked.
He realised he had dropped themwhen he started running. He blushed, then came up with a random excuse.
"Somebody had taken the bouquet already." He lied.
"Then why didnt you just get another one? Never mind, we have to go anyways."
"Dammit Kimmy, I just got here and you're already draggin' me out the door." Kenny said, with an air of complaint.
"Oh stop you're complaining and take it like a man. We're just going, saying hi, then leaving. I hate going to that place, and I dont need to be playing mommy to either of you." She eyed Kenny and Cartman cautiously.
"Hey, you act like Stan's all perfect. Why dont you just date him for Christs sake?" said Cartman.
Stan felt a wince of pain. It was only a short tme ago that Wendy had dumped him, and he had always respected Kimmy as a friend. Not once had he thought they could be anything more.
* * * *
They had met Ike in front of the hospital, they had offered to pick him up, but he refused. Ike was only fifteen, and was living in a foster home that had no money whatsoever, and couldnt afford a car. The poor kid, he didnt go to school, barely ever left the house. Except to take the bus down to see his mom.
"Hi guys!" He said as they stepped out of the car.
"Hey, hows it going for you Ike?" Stan asked.
"You know, same old, same old. Oh! Foster dad's been put in jail, he was cought beating foster mom again." He said this like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Stan and Kimmy exchanged worried glances, but said nothing, and followed the others into the hospital.
It was a long and depressing journey up to Sheila's room. The halls were filled with frustrated nurses and drooling patients. They didnt need sane stickers for this hall, the nurses could tell whether you were sane or not as soon as you opened your mouth. This was the leucotomy hall. A leucotomy was a simple procedure, much like a lobotomy, but less extreme. They simply removed the negative part of your brain, made sure you were happy all the time.
When they finally got to Sheila's room, they found her staring out the window in her wheelchair, smiling, like always.
"Hey Mom," Ike said quietly. "Its me, Ike."
Sheila turned around and said nothing for a moment. Then after a long silent moment, acknowleged Ike.
"Hello son," She said cheerfully. "So nice to see you come and visit me. Who're your friends?"
"Oh, This is Stan, Kimmy, Cartman, and Kenny, he's just returned from the marines."
"Oh the marines? Is there a war?"
"No mom, there isnt any wars. Do you remember them?"
She thought for awhile, it looked like hard work.
"Oh yes! You were Kyle's friends!"
The four nodded, but left the talking to Ike.
"We've come to say hi, make sure their treating you right." Ike said, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, dont fuss over me, I'm perfectly fine here. But you must come and say hello more often! A boy needs to see his mother!" She said, pinching Ike's cheeks.
"Mom, stop, you're embarassing me!"
"Oh, we mothers need to be embarassing. But what I said was true, after all, Kyle visits me every day!"
-Sheila's Ravings
Stan had ran all the way home. He was scared shitless, that kid was so weird. nobody looked like that in broad daylight, except vampires.
When he got home, he burst through the door like he was being chased by a madman.
"Hello." Kenny said, looking Stan up and down.
"Oh, Kenny, you're here, hi"
"What the hell happened to you?" Cartman asked.
Stan wanted so badly to tell them about the kid, but he decided against it. Kyle had hurt them all, they didnt need to reminded about it today.
"Nothing, just a... getting my regular excersise!" he said cheerfully, flexing a weak muscle.
"You came running in here like your ass was on fire." Kenny said, still giving Stan the weirdest look of his life.
Before he could say anything more, Kimmy walked in. She was wearing make- up, which she never wore, and looked prettier then usual.
"Wernt' you supposed to get flowers?" She asked.
He realised he had dropped themwhen he started running. He blushed, then came up with a random excuse.
"Somebody had taken the bouquet already." He lied.
"Then why didnt you just get another one? Never mind, we have to go anyways."
"Dammit Kimmy, I just got here and you're already draggin' me out the door." Kenny said, with an air of complaint.
"Oh stop you're complaining and take it like a man. We're just going, saying hi, then leaving. I hate going to that place, and I dont need to be playing mommy to either of you." She eyed Kenny and Cartman cautiously.
"Hey, you act like Stan's all perfect. Why dont you just date him for Christs sake?" said Cartman.
Stan felt a wince of pain. It was only a short tme ago that Wendy had dumped him, and he had always respected Kimmy as a friend. Not once had he thought they could be anything more.
* * * *
They had met Ike in front of the hospital, they had offered to pick him up, but he refused. Ike was only fifteen, and was living in a foster home that had no money whatsoever, and couldnt afford a car. The poor kid, he didnt go to school, barely ever left the house. Except to take the bus down to see his mom.
"Hi guys!" He said as they stepped out of the car.
"Hey, hows it going for you Ike?" Stan asked.
"You know, same old, same old. Oh! Foster dad's been put in jail, he was cought beating foster mom again." He said this like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Stan and Kimmy exchanged worried glances, but said nothing, and followed the others into the hospital.
It was a long and depressing journey up to Sheila's room. The halls were filled with frustrated nurses and drooling patients. They didnt need sane stickers for this hall, the nurses could tell whether you were sane or not as soon as you opened your mouth. This was the leucotomy hall. A leucotomy was a simple procedure, much like a lobotomy, but less extreme. They simply removed the negative part of your brain, made sure you were happy all the time.
When they finally got to Sheila's room, they found her staring out the window in her wheelchair, smiling, like always.
"Hey Mom," Ike said quietly. "Its me, Ike."
Sheila turned around and said nothing for a moment. Then after a long silent moment, acknowleged Ike.
"Hello son," She said cheerfully. "So nice to see you come and visit me. Who're your friends?"
"Oh, This is Stan, Kimmy, Cartman, and Kenny, he's just returned from the marines."
"Oh the marines? Is there a war?"
"No mom, there isnt any wars. Do you remember them?"
She thought for awhile, it looked like hard work.
"Oh yes! You were Kyle's friends!"
The four nodded, but left the talking to Ike.
"We've come to say hi, make sure their treating you right." Ike said, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, dont fuss over me, I'm perfectly fine here. But you must come and say hello more often! A boy needs to see his mother!" She said, pinching Ike's cheeks.
"Mom, stop, you're embarassing me!"
"Oh, we mothers need to be embarassing. But what I said was true, after all, Kyle visits me every day!"
