Chapter 3

Kyle's eyes opened, and noticed he was in the nurse's office. He was laying in the bed.

"Are you ok, honey?"

Kyle sat up, and looked at the nurse.

"Kyle!" Stan cried as he came up to his friend. "Kyle, what happened to you?"

Kyle did know what happened, but he didn't know how and why. "I...got this horrible headache."

"A headache?"

"Y...Yeah."

"Are you better now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Dude, how could a headache pass you out?"

"I...I don't know. It...really hurt."

Stan looked at his best friend concerned.

"Kyle, did you have this headache this morning?" the nurse asked.

"No," he answered.

"Ok, well if it happens again today, I'm calling your parents, alright?"

"Ok." The Jew jumped off the bed, and walked away with Stan.

What was that big headache? Kyle wondered. I don't feel it anymore, and nothing else was hurting at all. I'm not even sick. Kyle was so confused. The only thing he knew was that the pain was one of the most horrible pains he has ever gotten. It was that bad if it caused him to pass out.

"Come on dude, you're missing something good in class," Stan said, as he walked with his best friend.

As the two boys walked into the classroom, they heard yelling from Cartman and Wendy, who were having a debate about something. The rest of the class was entertained, and Mr. Garrison was just annoyed.

Stan and Kyle both sat in their seats, and listened to the arguing. "That's not true, Wendy!" Cartman exclaimed. "We need to fight! Taking the troops out of the war is not the right way to go!"

"Yes it is! We need peace!" Wendy cried.

"No! You stupid hippie! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Mr. Garrison exclaimed. "We're changing the subject. Now, it looks like Kyle's all better."

"Oh good, that way we don't have to make get well cards," Cartman remarked.

Kyle glared at him, but said nothing, and tried to pay attention in class.

After school when Kyle got home, his parents said they were going out, and asked their oldest son to watch Ike. Kyle excepted, and went in the family room to relax, where Ike was, watching TV.

The three year old looked over at his brother with concern. "What wrong Kyle?"

"Oh nothing, Ike. I'm just really tired, and I got a huge black out today."

"Kyle..." Ike put his hand on Kyle's lap. "Are you hungry?"

Kyle looked at his brother with a smile. He loved Ike so much, and that's way he took care of him. Not just because his parents told him to, but because Ike was his little brother, and he didn't want anything to happen to him.

The nine year old got off the sofa. "I'll go get us a snack."

"K."

Kyle left the family room, and headed for the kitchen slowly, when all of a sudden he stopped at the entrance.

A scary voice filled Kyle's ear, and he could see fast images of weapons. He then saw a fast picture of Ike.

Brother will die, the voice said.

He could then see fire, and Ike was burning up in it. The nine year old gasped.

Ike, who was still on the sofa, heard a loud noise. "Kyle!" He get up, and headed for his brother, who was on the floor. "Kyle!"

Kyle slowly sat up, and gave a face with fear. "Ike!" He hugged his brother tightly, and held him close, for a whole 2 minuets.