Chapter 18
"Doctor!" An EMT barged in Hell's Pass Hospital with Stan on the bed with wheels, with several others helping him, "This one's in critical condition! He's suffering a severe burn, has several lacerations, and he's going into shock!"
"Okay!" A doctor showed up, gesturing towards the O.R., "He'll need immediate surgery! Are there any more victims?"
"Yes, but the other one only suffers a few minor incisions and lacerations."
"Then all he'll need are a few sutures. Take him to the emergency room."
"Yes, sir!"
Following the ambulances the whole trip, Kyle landed right where the EMTs took his most cherished person.
"Stan! NO!!!!" Kyle ran in the building, "What… what is happening?!"
"Calm down, young man," An EMT stopped him from going inside the O.R., "The boy is going into surgery."
"Will he be all right, Doctor?" Kyle now began to cry, not caring how unmanly he looked.
"I'm not sure. Are you related to this patient? If I may, who are you?"
"Me? I'm… I'm his boyfriend. He's the most precious thing in the world to me," Kyle was on the ground, nearly bowing to the EMT, "So please… you have to save him…"
"Boyfriend?" The EMT scoffed, "Please, don't joke around like that. You're both guys."
"You have a damned problem with that?" Kyle easily bared his fangs, intimidating the EMT, "Guy or not, I have a right to love who I want, as does everyone else in this universe."
"Riiiight… Sorry about that, then…" The EMT was scared out of his mind of how feral Kyle looked, backing away and going into the O.R.
"Damn right you're sorry…" Kyle closed his mouth, still angry. He then walked towards the O.R., looking inside. All he really saw were a bunch of surgeons and nurses scrambling about. He did, however, manage to catch a glimpse of Stan's ears, wings, and tail, but nothing else.
Stan… Kyle wondered if mind-speech would work at this time, Can you hear me?
There was no response.
Stan, please… You have to stay alive… I swear to you that I will kill myself if you die.
Just then, however, a spirit appeared before him, which looked familiar.
Hello, Kyle. The spirit smiled.
Yune? Kyle looked around, but nobody seemed to react to Yune's presence, I thought that only Apostle Stanley could hear your voice…
Be that as it may, Yune explained, In times of crisis, one of the heron tribe can speak to me, but only if something bad were to happen to the current apostle.
So, you're here. But why?
I spoke with Apostle Stanley, and he says that he will do his best to live, no matter what. He'll keep his promise to you, I'm sure of it.
Oh, thank goodness…
Watch out! The one who injured the apostle is here. I must go. Excuse me.
Huh? Cartman? Kyle got up, looking in the direction of the O.R. Surely enough, Cartman was there, alive and well, as if nothing had happened to him.
"Cartman, you prick…" Kyle growled hostilely, "What have you done to him?!"
"I was aiming the attack at you, you damned Jew," Cartman replied, not seeming to be frightened by Kyle's long and sharp fangs, "He blocked it, and that was that."
"You lie!" Kyle grabbed Cartman's shirt, "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Didn't you?!"
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," Cartman smiled evilly.
"I swear," Kyle deeply furrowed his eyebrows, "If Stan dies, before I take my own life, I will rip you to shreds. Literally. I'll make sure that you are in molecular pieces, and I'll feed you to the crows. Hope they don't get food poisoning, though. In fact, I want to do that to you right now."
"Heh, woooo!" Cartman shouted, "How very harsh, Prince Kyle! That just shows how confident you are in Stan's recovery!"
"Shut up!" Kyle opened his mouth so wide that all of his razor-sharp teeth were showing.
"I would put Cartman down if I were you," Cartman eyed Kyle, somewhat scared, "We're in a hospital, not a wrestling stadium, you know."
"Damn…" Kyle barked quietly, putting Cartman on the ground, "You better get out of my sight right now before I dig my fangs in your back and tear you cleanly in half."
"Man, you really have sand in your vagina, don't you…" Cartman grew somewhat worried, sprinting out of the hospital.
"Good riddance…" Kyle was still fuming from what Cartman just did, "If he comes back, he won't live to see another minute."
The wolf prince's anger escalated. He felt like he was about to transform into a winged wolf and start killing people.
"Dammit!" Kyle howled into the air, temporarily leaving the hospital building and into the parking lot, "Why him?!?!"
Kyle was only out there for a small while when he saw Stan's parents in their mini-van.
"Mr. and Mrs. Marsh!" Kyle acknowledged their presence, "You're finally here!"
"Is Stan all right?" Sharon was already crying the second she got out of the car.
"I don't know," Kyle looked to the floor in shame, "I… the nurses in the O.R. won't tell me."
"That's okay," Randy comforted Kyle, "It's not your fault. We'll go inside to check on him. You can wait in our car, if you like."
"Thank you," Kyle bowed.
"Here are the car keys," Randy tossed the keys to Kyle, "Make sure no robbers come or anything, okay? If they do… Well, you can just make them wish they have never been born."
"Okay, I will," Kyle nodded as he entered the car. It was rather clean, save for a few small books on the ground.
I wonder if I should be doing this… Kyle wondered in his head, Maybe there's something good on the- Huh? What's this?
A fancy, beautiful book on the car's floor caught Kyle's eye. He picked it up, opened it, and read some pages.
Dear Diary… Kyle read, noticing that the books format automatically made it a diary, Crap! I shouldn't be reading someone's diary! How rude of me!
Kyle unknowingly stowed the book in his bag, rushing back near the O.R. in the hospital. Strangely enough, when he did so, a nurse walked out of it.
"Well, how is he?" Kyle asked, "Is the surgery over?"
"Yes, we just finished it," the nurse answered.
"And? Is he going to be okay?" Kyle held his hands over his heart, barely managing to control it.
"The road to recovery is a long one, but… Yes, he'll be fine."
"Oh, thank God…" Sharon buried her face in her husband's shoulder, "My Stanley's going to be okay…"
"However, the burn was rather severe," the nurse took her clipboard, appearing to read something off of it, "It took a long time to repair it. He'll probably need about… two weeks straight here to fully recover from the burn and the rest of his wounds. Oh, here comes a nurse with him right now…"
The O.R.'s doors opened, and Stan was on the wheeled bed, sleeping.
"Stan!" Kyle worried, Stan, are you there?
Ugh… Yeah… Stan, even in mind-speech, was very weak.
Thank goodness… Kyle buried his face in his hands and cried.
"You may follow us and stay with him," the nurse informed, "But don't stay too long, for he needs his rest."
"Okay," Kyle nodded as he and Stan's parents followed the young apostle all the way to his hospital room. The nurses finally set him on the bed inside this room, and permitted the three guests to come inside.
"Stan?" Sharon walked up to her son, holding his hand, "Are you awake?"
"Hm…?" Stan's eyes flickered open, "Mom? Dad?"
"Stan!" Kyle almost pushed Stan's parents out of the way, "Thank the Lord you're okay…"
"How are you feeling?" Randy asked.
"Better…"
"Well, it's good to know you're all right," Sharon shed a few tears, "We'll leave you alone so you can rest. Are you coming, Kyle?"
"No…" Kyle shook his head, "I'll stay here with the apostle."
"Suit yourself…" Sharon shrugged as she and her husband left the two lovers alone.
"Hey, dude," Kyle sat in a wheeled chair, holding onto Stan's hand, "You okay?"
"Yeah…" Stan smiled, looking at Kyle straight in the eye.
"Don't worry me like that. You… I was about to kill myself when I find out that you may not survive."
"Oh, I wouldn't die. Knowing that I have a boyfriend who would be sad over my death, I knew I had to live."
"Well, that's good to hear," Kyle nodded, taking the mysterious book from earlier from his bag.
"Hey, what do you have there, Kyle?" Stan cocked his head in curiosity.
"I… I'm sorry!" Kyle put the book back in his bag, "I know it's your diary! I shouldn't have looked!"
"It's not my diary…" Stan sat up, "It's way too girly to be it."
"Strange…" Kyle took the book back out, flipping to the end, "Could it be your mother's, then?"
"I don't know," Stan responded, "What does it say?"
"It says," Kyle began to read aloud, " 'Dear Diary, I had just become the mother of a monster.'"
"No way…" Stan gaped, putting his hands over his mouth, "Is that… Izanami's?"
"It seems to be," Kyle acknowledged.
"My God…" Stan blinked, "Keep reading."
"Why would… your birth mother say you're a monster?"
"Keep reading, Kyle. I… I really want to know more about my biological mother."
"Very well."
As Kyle continued to read, Stan could only tremble in the mere thought of what his mother had experienced.