Chapter 2

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So cold… My feet are so cold. Why do my toes sting when I try to move them? And my mouth is so dry too… Come on eyes… open.

It took way too long for my eyes to flutter open, and when they did I was greeted by a blinding white light. My head sprung to life with a sharp pain and dizziness. Where the fuck was I?

"Kyle Broflovski? Oh good you're awake." A kind female voice rung in my ears. I groaned, tilting my head to the side so I could look at her. Everything was blurry, but I could make out the shape of a woman in a white coat. Had to be the nurse. "Sweetie, can you tell me if you're diabetic?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out as I felt my stomach churn angrily. Shit.

"Yeah he is." A familiar voice said on my left. I knew it was Cartman the second I heard it, but I didn't even have time to look up at him once I turned my head in his direction. I vomited violently all over his shoes, my body trembling. "AGH! FUCKING GROSS KAHL!"

"Oh my… It seems he hasn't taken his insulin shot this morning. This could be serious if he doesn't get it quickly. I'll phone his mother immediately." The nurse said and started to walk away. I panicked.

"No!" I cried out forcing myself to sit up, my throat painfully aching as I forced myself to speak. "Please don't call my m-mom! I can hold out until after school I promise!"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but if you don't get your shot in the next three hours, then you'll have to go to the hospital. And we can't have that." She responded and hurried out of them room. My trembling got worse, but I knew it wasn't from the nausea this time.

"These were new shoes you fuckin jew!" Cartman snapped, wiping the vomit off his feet. I barely heard him as I fell back, covering my face with my shaking hands.

"She's going to kill me…" I muttered, feeling my heartbeat in my ears. "She's going to fucking kill me."

"Ugh so what? You forgot your insuh whatever because you woke up late whats the big deal Kahl?" Cartman rolled his eyes glaring at me. I let my hands drop and looked at him unsurely.

"It's a very big deal, alright? …Hey… you brought me to the nurse instead of leaving me on the floor wherever I passed out. …Why?" I asked, confused. Cartman smirked in the way I hated.

"Because now I'm the concerned responsible friend who saved the diabetic jew's life. So I'm excused from class now, and it's all thanks to you Kahhhhl." He grinned at me, and chuckled when I scowled at him.

"I should've known you just helped me to get out of trouble. …But I'm sorry I puked on you." I muttered, feeling nauseous again. Cartman shrugged.

"Whatever. I'll send you the bill. I need new shoes now that these have your gross jew germs on them, asshole." He said. I glared at him, tightening my fist.

"I couldn't help it fatass! It's not like I- OW FUCK!" I cried out holding my stomach after feeling a sharp pain. Cartman looked somewhat surprised. The nurse came in and made me lay back further, feeling my head.

"Keep calm sweetie. Don't get so worked up. You have to keep calm and breathe until your mother gets here with your insulin." She explained and walked off. I felt sweat trickle down my face as I clutched at my stomach. God, I forgot how sick I could get without my insulin.

"…Jesus Kahl, the fuck is wrong with you? Skipping one little hit of insuh whatever throws you into withdrawal or something?" Cartman inquired, slightly amused. I raised my eyebrow, still taking huge slow breaths.

"Cartman… I'm not addicted… to insulin. I'm… diabetic." I breathed.

"I know that jew! But you're still addicted." He replied.

"No… I'm not… idiot… I need it… or my body… reacts like this… because of my blood su…sugar. I get dehydrated… and could go into a… coma if I… I don't get it." I managed to get out. Cartman rolled his eyes.

"Psh. Whatever Kahl. Sounds like withdrawal to me." He said, leaning back in the chair and reading a biography about Adolf Hitler. I groaned under my breath and eyed the sink. Fuck, what I wouldn't give for just a little sip…

"Hey Cartman…" I murmured, desperate. He looked up raising an eyebrow. "Do you think… you could get me some… water…?"

"Now now Kahl say pleeeaasseee… You gotta beg a little." Cartman taunted me, leaning forward with that fucking smirk on his face. I grit my teeth together and felt my face burn slightly.

"…..please?" I finally managed to ask. Cartman's eyes glinted happily at the sound of me begging him for something, and he got up and filled his empty water bottle with some of the water from the sink. He handed it to me and I reached out, but he snatched it back.

"Ah ah ah. First you gotta smile at me and tell me thank you and that I'm an amazing awesome and kewl guy." He snickered. I turned my head away from him angrily.

"Fuck you." I growled hoarsely. He shrugged and started to drink the water himself. I watched him jealously as he drank half of it, biting my bottom lip with need. God I was so thirsty… damn it. "Alright alright! Thank you Cartman you're an amazing awesome and cool guy. Now give it!"

Cartman beamed and let me snatch the bottle from his hand, watching me chug it down desperately.

"Wow," he laughed. "What a thirsty little jew."

"Shut up." I spat at him, throwing the empty bottle in his lap and shivering slightly. Just as Cartman was about to retort, I saw my mother through the window talking with the nurse. She turned and locked eyes with me. I looked away almost immediately, squeezing my eyes shut.

How could this day get any worse?

I must have nodded off in those few seconds, because I felt a harsh slap on my arm and groaned at the contact.

"Fuck you Kahl! You're not gunna go into some lame ass coma and leave me alone with your bitch ass mom!" Cartman snarled, shaking me awake. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision blurring again.

"My Moms…. Not a…" I trailed off with a loud cough and felt a sharp pain between my ears. "Shit… my head…."

"Heh you look like crap." Cartman chuckled almost nervously. "Stop being so dramatic Kahl, it's not like you're gunna die."

I watched the door as it swung open, my mom coming inside with the nurse who was holding the needle with my insulin. I tried to avoid my mom's gaze, but she grabbed my chin and jerked it up roughly. The room spun as I felt my face burn in embarrassment. Cartman was surprisingly quiet as my mom started to scold me, all the while her grip tightening on my jaw.

"I can't believe you could be so irresponsible Kyle! Now you have to have a doctor's appointment tomorrow so they can regulate you. This is absolutely unacceptable! I shouldn't let you take your insulin for another hour. That would teach you a lesson about responsibility." She growled at me dropping her hand roughly, her nails scraping against my chin. I felt my eyes water, but fought against them.

"M-mom no… please let me take it… I'm sorry." I almost whispered. She shook her head at me in complete shame. The nurse walked around the bed and stuck me with the needle. I sighed in relief, trying to keep my breathing steady.

"How could you possibly forget something so important? It's absolutely inexcusable!" She roared at me with a glare. "You will be severely punished when you get home! And you can forget about sleeping over at Stanley's house! You won't be going over there for a very long time, do you hear me young man?!"

"Y-yes…" I whispered, trying to sit up. "I didn't mean to forget mom. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? I could slap you right now." she snarled at me. I felt myself shrink. "I can't believe you could just FORGET!"

"Well maybe he wouldn't forget if you let him get some goddamn sleep you fat bitch." Cartman interjected with a venom to his voice that I couldn't help but shudder at. My jaw dropped at his comment and I looked at my mom who was flabbergasted.

"You… You insolent brat! Mind your own business! This doesn't concern you! This is between me and my son!" She spat at him. Cartman laughed.

"What? Are you gunna slap me too?" He snickered. "At least I helped Kahl to the nurse. You didn't even ask if the kike was fuckin okay."

"Cartman don't!" I hissed under my breath, but he just shrugged and left the room. I never saw my mother's face so red. She growled under her breath and grabbed my wrist so hard, I winced.

"We're going home right now Kyle." She snarled, yanking me off the bed so fast I almost fell over. The room spun violently as she started dragging me out the door. The nurse tried to stand in front of us.

"Please ma'am, your son should have some time to recover from-"

"I know what's best for my son. Now get out of my way before I complain about you to the principal, because mark my words I will have your job!" She exclaimed. The nurse bowed moved away without another word as my mom pulled me behind her and outside. She pushed me into the car and I cried out as I smashed into the passenger side door. She grit her teeth and unlocked the door. "Now get in."

I did as I was told. When didn't I?