Chapter 17

-Tainted Love (whichever way you want to put this, it works)

"Wow, two calls from the same hospital in the same week. Dont I feel special." Stan grumbled as he got in his car.

He had just found out what happened to Cartman, and everything was piecing itself together. Luckily, Cartman wasnt dead. It would be awhile before he moved again, though.

Stan and Kimmy didnt need a doctor to tell them that. When they walked into the hospital, they werent allowed to go straight into his room, they had to watch from a window. The surgeons still wrent done picking the glass out yet, although they started at 2:00, and it was 5:00 now.

"So, what exactly happened?" Kimmy asked.

"Thats what we cant explain. We dont know, we're supposing it was just an accident, he must've fell onto his mirror, or something."

"Looks more like it exploded." Stan said. He was angry, and it showed.

Kimmy looked at him wearily. Although she did agree, he couldnt go spattering off about it in public. "Dont be silly Stan, that just doesnt happen."

An hour later, they finally got to see Cartman. He was in bad shape, the only thing keeping him alive was the respirator. He had stiches everywhere, and even still, they thought they could see small glittering things sticking out from his skin.

"Poor guy...." A nurse said as she left the room, leaving the three alone.

"How long do you plan to stay?" The doctor asked.

"Till I know hes gonna live." Stan said pointedly.

The doctor looked exasperated, he had alot to do tonight, and he didn need pissy visitors. "Mr.Marsh, you know theres no way we can tell that. We're going to keep him overnight, see how he is in the morning. Its best for you to go home."

"I wont."

"Fine, then stay. I dont care." He left, still annoyed.

Once the doctor was gone, Kimmy got mad. "What the hell is you're problem? He's doing all he can!"

"It not that. Its just safer here, incase Kyle comes back again. And dont give me that look, he will. Cartman's defensless now."

"Well, I cant stay. I've got work."

"Fuck work, you're not going."

"Fuck you!"

"Kim, its not safe. He nearly got you last time, you cant risk it."

"I'm going, whether you like it or not."

"Why? Why do you care so much? Its just work!"

She ignored him, and began to get her things. On her way out the door, she was still mad.

"Because maybe I need to get away from you!"