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Halfway through the second month of waiting Eric got a text during second period. It was from Linda and all it said was "He's awake."

Cartman wanted to run out of class, to get into his truck and drive to the hospital, but he stayed put. He was sure everyone was fussing over Butters right now, he would wait and go during his time. Cartman was sure Butters wouldn't go back to sleep again. He knew all Butters needed to do was wake up and everything after that would be okay.

Eric sped off to the hospital after school. He arrived to Butters' room to find it empty.

"Butters' was moved. He's on the fourth floor now," the nurse who was fixing up the room told Eric. Almost all the nurses on the ninth floor knew him and why he was there.

"Thanks," Eric said quickly, heading off.

From outside the door Cartman could see Butters sitting up. There was a food tray in front of him and he was alone.

Cartman opened the door and stepped in. Butters turned to see who was coming in and his face lit up when he saw who it was.

"Eric!" Butters said cheerily.

"Hey," Eric said cautiously.

Butters motioned him to come closer and attempted to give Eric a hug, though his cast arm made the gesture a bit awkward.

"I'm really glad you're here," Butters said when he let go. He was following Eric with his eyes as the brunette pulled forward a chair and sat down. "My mom told me you were here everyday. I don't know how I'll ever repay you for that. Thank you."

Cartman felt uncomfortable, he didn't know what to say. He shook his head. "Well, I didn't get you flowers or some shit like that so whatever," he said, eyeing the flowers on the table next to the bed. He should have brought flowers.

Butters laughed. "Who cares about flowers, Eric?"

The blond went back to his food. He had finished the made dish and was attempting to open the jello cup, but it was proving to be difficult with his hand in the cast.

Eric reached over and opened it for him. He held it down in place so it wouldn't move with Butters' spoon.

"Do you want some?" Butters offered bashfully.

Cartman shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Butters asked, eating a spoonful of his dessert.

"Nothing," Eric answered. "I'm glad you're awake."

"Me too. My mom said I was in a coma for a month and a half."

"And you're fine, you don't have…?" Eric trailed off but pointed at his head.

"No brain damage," Butters shook his head, smiling.

"That's fucking unbelievable." Eric said, letting go of the now empty jello cup.

The two talked for half an hour longer when Cartman suddenly stood up. "I should go."

"Why?" Butters asked, fretful.

"I'll come back tomorrow, I need to go now, though," he assured Butters.

"Okay," Butters was upset, he didn't want Eric to go. "I'll see you tomorrow."

. . . . .

After that Eric would come to see Butters after school, but he would only stay half an hour or an hour at most.

A week after first waking up, when Cartman stepped into Butters room the blond was racked with sobs.

"Go away!" Butters yelled.

"What's wrong?" Cartman asked, looking around to see if Butters was hurt.

"Go away! I don't want to see anyone! Get the fuck out!" Butters roared.

"What the fuck happened, what's wrong?" Eric asked again, he could feel himself getting angry, but he tried to push it down.

"What do you mean what's wrong? What, I can't be fucking upset for one Goddamn minute that I was in a fucking accident and two months of my life were stolen!?" Butters continued to shout. "And the fucking doctors just told me I might not walk again!"

"What do you mean, I thought your spine was okay?"

"Shut the fuck up, Eric!" Butters screeched. "Why don't you fucking leave, I don't even know why you're here, why the fuck would you even stay all night when I was unconscious but you can't stay ten fucking minutes when I'm awake!?"

Cartman didn't have a response for that, but he wasn't going to let Butters just yell at him either. "I don't even fucking know why you're yelling at me, I'm not the retarded piece of shit that rammed into your fucking car! Be upset all you want but don't fucking yell at me, you fucking asshole. I hope you do fucking stay paralyzed, you fucking little-"

"GET OUT!" Butters shouted again and pointed at the door. "Fuck you! Get out!"

Cartman got out of there and left the hospital.

"FUCK!" He shouted in his car, putting his head in his trembling hands.

Butters might not walk again, and he, like the fucking stupid asshole that he is, wished paralysis on the blond. Why the fuck did he yell? Why did he even get angry? Butters was in the right, he deserved at least one day where he could just be upset and cry. And he made an excellent point, why did Eric stay with him all that time when he was in a coma but couldn't get out fast enough once he had woken up.

Well, there was no use doing anything now. Cartman started his car and headed home.

. . . . .

The next day Butters way laying in his bed watching television when Eric stepped into the room. Seeing him, the blond turned of the tv and pressed the button that would lift his bed so he was sitting up.

"I didn't think you would come today," Butters said.

"Yeah, well," Eric responded, grabbing a chair and sitting down as usual.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you," Butters continued.

Cartman chuckled. "Please Butters, if anyone should be pissed off it's you. I'm sorry I shouted back. And I definitely, definitely didn't mean what I said." He didn't even want to repeat himself.

Butters nodded, but he covered his face with his hand and Eric could hear him sob quietly.

"They told me about my legs yesterday," Butters whimpered, his face still covered. "I was just really scared and upset. Then you came in and I just took it all out on you when you've been so great this whole time."

"You're going to walk again," Cartman said. "Why wouldn't you walk again, your spine is fine, isn't that the most important thing?"

Butters wiped his eyes and shook his head. "They said the way my bones broke, they damaged my nerves, and it's not impossible, but it is unlikely that I'll walk again."

"You're going to walk again," Eric repeated. "You've been through way worst shit than this and bounced back. You're like a fucking cat."

Butters laughed at that. "I hope so."