*4 days after Chapter 10*

Kyle POV

I woke up again. I'm still in the hospital. I look at my chest, and it seems like I'm healing up pretty quickly. For such a huge gash, it really didn't seem to be there for all that long. Surprised I don't feel much pain anymore, too.

"You awake?"

Yeah. Where's Stan?

"I'm a voice in your head. I'm not a person standing beside you. In other words, I have no clue."

I should probably tell him that the gash is looking good now...

"I don't think that'll convince him that you can run around South Park just fine."

Elle's right. I was gonna say something like 'But I am! And I can prove it!', but I also knew that I'm still not in a great condition. Probably a few more days will do.

Just as I end my thoughts, I hear a scream.

"What was that?!"

It's not a voice I recognize...

I tried to get up and walk, but I stumbled and fell on the floor. I guess I was right about not being in good condition. I might be good on the outside, but I still feel like my gash could open at any second and my organs could spill on the inside. I tried my hardest to get back up, but my stomach was just too much. I called out for help. Again, again, and again. No one came. I thought Stan would hear me, but it seems that he's nowhere to be seen.

Guess I'm just gonna have to crawl...

Crawling didn't seem to be as impossible as standing up, so I crawled out from my room and went in the hallway. I didn't see anyone. It was dead silent in the halls, and there seemed to be lights flickering at my right. I look around once again, and I see red near the flickering light. I start crawling toward the red sight, and what I see horrifies me. A nurse, is just around the corner, and she's on the floor. This red... it's blood.

"What the hell..."

"Here we are again..."

I look behind me, but I see no one. It was a ghastly voice, one that seemed that was congested, and just listening to that voice is poison to my ears.

Elle, do you recognize that voice and know something I don't?

"Kyle... crawl as fast as you can away from that voice..."

What? What are you talking about...?

"Kyle, if you don't start crawling this minute, you'll be dead."

I was surprised at what Elle said, but I just trusted her and started to crawl as fast as I could away from the voice. I went around the corner, past the bleeding nurse, and down the hall again.

"Heh heh heh... no getting away from me, Kyle..."

They know my name?!

"Kyle! Go!"

I start crawling faster, but I end up getting tired. I felt a hand grab my foot. I looked behind me. It's... unbelievable. This person's face seems familiar, but at the same time, it was blurry memories. I don't think these memories are positive.

"Who... are you...?"

"Kyle, you shouldn't have lived past my little attack on your stomach... It seems like you're still able to get around..."

What is he talking about?

"Guess I'll have to fix that."

The person had a knife in his back pocket, and he swished the knife past my leg, and as soon as he did, I woke up again. I'm at my bed.

Just a dream...? My gash is still in a 'good on the outside, absolute hell on the inside' condition...

"Kyle? You alright?"

Elle, don't you know what happened?

"Well, it SEEMS like you had a horrible dream..."

I guess you don't see my dreams...

"I don't. Care to tell me what happened? Your pupils seem to be dilating and expanding at a weird pace..."

Well, the dream started when I woke up. I didn't wake up as abruptly as I did just now, but-

"Kyle...?"

Who's that?

"Kyle, can I come in?"

"Come in."

The door opened the door, and it was Stan. Guess I can tell Elle and Stan the same dream at the same time.

"Well. Go on. You didn't wake up as abruptly as you did just now...?"

"Stan. I had a horrible dream."

"Not the first time. I'm guessing you just woke up? Your eyes look like you just saw a massacre."

The hell's up with my eyes?

"I dunno. Guess you're just easy to read."

"Anyway, my eyes aside... I can tell you the dream if you want."

"I thought I wouldn't have a choice. Alright, I'll listen."

I told them both the dream I had, and it seemed like it took me forever to explain. I felt like it was nighttime outside now.

"Wow. You sound like you need a dream catcher."

"Stan!"

"Sorry, sorry. But you've seriously been getting weird dreams lately."

That's true. This is the second one I had that had to do with death and blood...

"You DO need a dream catcher."

Really?!

"Well, how much do they cost? Like, ten dollars?"

You're worse than Stan, I swear to God.

"I try."

"So, this person that was in your dream... he had a familiar, but at the same time, an unfamiliar face?"

"Yeah. I don't really know how to explain it. It's like that type of person you see on the street, and you swear that you know them from somewhere, you know?"

"I guess I can understand that. Probably we might see him sometime during our little plan."

"Why would he care about what we're doing?"

"We thought Kenny wouldn't care, but look what he did to you."

"Damn. He's right."

"Alright, so about that plan. Did you think of anyone to add to our little... what did you call it? A rally?"

"Yeah, rally. I also thought of Wendy."

"Ugh. Why?"

"Hey, calm down. She doesn't seem to be interested in me anymore, and besides, she knows we're dating."

"As long as she doesn't try anything, I'm fine."

"I guess I'll call her and try to get her to also get some of her friends to join us."

"Alright, so you're planning a full out gang war on just two people? We could get the older kids like we did with Trent. Let's just hope they don't all get put in the hospital this time..."

"That might make them reluctant to join us..."

"Oh come on, that was like 4 years ago."

"Trent came after us after being in Juvie for 5 years."

"He probably came after us because he was reminded every day that he was in Juvie because of us for 5 years. These guys just had that one bad day."

"Alright. I'll get Wendy, then. Also, Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"You feeling alright? Your gash doesn't look that bad anymore..."

"It may not look bad, but it still feels like shit."

"Alright. Guess we'll have to be here for a few more days."

"Great, I love to see medicine and tools for surgery and stuff all around us."

Oh be quiet. You decided to show yourself in my near death experience now, so you pretty much made yourself be here.

"Ooh, a sassy little kid, aren't we?"

Shut up!

"I wish I could speed up the regeneration process a bit more..."

*End of the chapter*

This chapter seemed to just be a bit of filler, and I just wanted to make sure that you guys wouldn't lose interest. I'm sorry with my inconsistent publishing yet again, but school and life are big problems. I'll make the next chapter actually have something worth reading, I promise. Until next time!