"He's not breathing...," Kyle said sharply as he turned to Kenny, distraught and on the verge of tears.
Kenny looked at Stan and then back up at Kyle helplessly.
"What do we do?!" Kyle exasperated.
"Uh...," Kenny paused, "Health class!" He had a revelation, "You mentioned health class earlier! We need to give him CPR! Fast!"
"I - I don't remember how...," Kyle clenched his fists, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Just push on his chest over and over for like a minute and then you need to breathe into his mouth a few times and do it over and over and over. He can't breathe right now so we have to do it for him...," he trailed off, "I run the fastest, I'll go get help," he leapt up and took off in a dead sprint.
Kyle quickly positioned himself on his knees next to Stan and immediately began rhythmically pushing his intertwined hands into Stan's chest every few seconds. He counted about 30 times and quickly moved his head to Stan's, figuring that was about a minute. He hesitated for a moment at the thought of putting his lips against his super best friend's but quickly decided that, even though it was gross, he had to do it. He tilted his best friend's head back and gave him two deep breaths.
He repeated this cycle over and over but with each passing second, the situation became more grim.
"Come on, Stan...," Kyle huffed, tears hitting the boy's soaked jacket.
"Stan...," Butters eventually knelt by Stan on the opposite side of Kyle after several seconds of silence, "Please...," he sniffled, "Please, Stan... Please don't die..."
"He's not gonna die, Butters...," Kyle tried whole-heartedly to make himself believe that.
"He's gonna die and it's all my fault!" Butters sobbed hysterically, "I didn't mean to hit him! It was an accident! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He continued to cry.
Kyle took his hands off of Stan and clenched his fists, staring at Butters, "He is not...," Kyle hit Stan hard in the chest, "Going...," he hit him again, "To...," again, "Die!" Kyle screamed as he struck the other boy as hard as he could.
The two heard a gasping noise immediately followed by violent coughing.
"Stan!" Both Kyle and Butters yelled at the same time.
He coughed up a gratuitous amount of ice-cold lake water before beginning to hyperventilate.
Kyle gently lifted the shivering boy and cradled his upper body in his arms, "Take it easy, Stan... Nice and easy... You'll be okay... Just breathe..."
Stan continued to hyperventilate to the point were he started coughing again, gasping for air.
Kyle reached into Stan's coat pockets frantically searching for his inhaler.
"Maybe this'll help...," Kyle steadied Stan's head and held the inhaler in front of him, "I'll give it to you just breathe for me, okay?" Stan nodded his head weakly.
After throwing up, within a few minutes, Stan's breathing began to steady. The boy was shaking uncontrollably.
"We need to get you out of some of these wet clothes, okay? It'll make you warmer," Kyle proceeded to pull off Stan's soaking wet jacket and t-shirt before shedding his own jacket and zipping it up on Stan. He then replaced Stan's sopping-wet mittens with his own and placed his hat snugly on Stan's head.
Butters took off his jacket and draped it over Stan's shoulders.
"Butters," Kyle beckoned him to sit down, "If we hug him he can get some of our body heat," Kyle tightly embraced his super best friend tightly. Butters did the same, embracing both boys.
Kyle could see Stan's eyes drooping, either from the head injury or hypothermia.
Stan buried his head into Kyle's shivering neck, whimpering.
"It'll be okay, Stan... You'll be o-okay," Kyle reassured through chattering teeth, rubbing circles on the boy's back.
"Just stay awake..."