Stan Stayed with Kyle the rest of the night.
He called his mom to reasure he had to be there for him and she said it was fine.
Kyle's parents were off in a law inforcment meeting and havent been around all day, Whatever the fuck that is.
Stan laid Next to Kyle as he continued to cry.. he knew he couldnt leave him there.
Stan rubbed his back gently, as He passed his best friend another tissue.
Kyle sobbed, "And you know what the worst part is?" his voice shoke.
Stan cocked his head, not answering.
"I didnt even kiss him goodbye.. Damn, Stan I can never kiss him again, Ever." This just brought Kyle into more tears.
"Kyle it's Ok" Stan said gently, "Maybe It's not officaly over, It's not like this is your first fight."
Kyle sniffled and looked down to the ground. "No.." he wimpered.
"But.. He was so serrious Stan, I mean, He fucking cried! How many times in your life have you seen
Cartman cry at our age?!"

Stan looked down to the ground. He didnt know how to answer that one.
Well, He acctually never seen Cartman cry at their age.. he was pretty sure he was incapable of most human feelings,
till now. Stan sighed, "He's just going through a hard time right now.."
Kyle wipped his nose from a napkin, "I know"
A few moments of silence went by, then Kyle lowered his head into his arms.
"We cant be over" he whispered silently, through tears.
Stan stared down at him and rubbed his back, He knew there was not much he could do to make Kyle feel much any
better. I mean.. Two years, Two fucking years he's been attatched to that fat fuck.
Stan rolled his eyes just thinking about it, Regardless to what Kenny said he was still pissed at Cartman.
'That fuck's probably at home drinking a bottle right now.. bastard.
Fine, he wants to ruin his life, so be it.'
He just wished Kyle wasent brought into it.

Cartman usually brought Kyle into most of the shit he's dragged into, but this is by far the fucking worst.
Stan continued rubbing Kyle's back. "It's gunna be alright dude.. It's gunna be ok"

Cartman could barley keep his eyes open.
He sat against his bed head leaning to the side.. Everything was fucking dizy.
This was worst then alcohol, he was sure.
His eyes were burning and every move he made he felt like it was going in slow motion.
He was numb.. he couldnt feel anything.
Cartman was stareing at the wall with his pure red eyes and sighed. This is what he needed.
No feeling in his stomach.. actually no feeling at all. All he felt was.. nothing.
He didnt know how long he's been sitting here, two hours he'd guess, Maybe three?
He didnt care anyway.
All he cared about was his chest was finnaly numb and atleast he could forget about Kyle for awhile.
Atleast he stopped bawling.. He wasent even close to crying, He couldnt feel anything.
Cartman's head slowly drifted down to his arms and he saw the bruised dots.. more like needle marks
that appeared after he injected himself. It looked like it hurt but then again, he couldnt feel anything so he wouldnt know.
Cartman sighed and started stareing at the wall again as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
All the pain.. Crying.. Gone. He couldnt fucking feel.. let alone think.
It would be to much work to think, he would actually have to try hard at it if he tried under this influence.
Suddenly he heard a sound to his left and he crocked his head, stareing at the wall.. wrong way.
He moved his head slowly to the right and saw Rick standing in his doorway.. He looked pretty pissed.
But being totally out of it he couldnt figgure that out.
Rick stomped over to him, "Boy, You been takeing my shit?!"
Cartman simply stared at him.. He didnt know what he was saying, He couldnt figgure it out.
Cartman stared up to him with a blank look on his face.
Rick turned more furrious, He picked Cartman up by his T-shirt and held him close to his face,
"I asked you a question Junior, you better fucking answer it!"

Cartman stared at him expressionless.. He couldnt feel Rick Touching him, Or be able to comprehend what he was
saying. Cartman blinked at Rick with a bored look on his face and crinkled his nose in confusion.
Rick punched Cartman accross the face and Cartman's head threw back.
"Damn it kid, Fucking answer me!"
Cartman looked to him, as his lip was not bust open with blood.
He couldnt feel it though.. he wasent even aware that Rick hit him just now.
Cartman let out a loud sigh, he didnt even know he was makeing,
while Rick was still holding him up close by his shirt,
"FUCKING- - Wait a minneute.."
Rick dropped Cartman which made him fall with a thud to the floor and Rick scurried out of the room a moment.
Cartman slowly got up and leaned against his bed, He didnt even feel being dropped.. he didnt even know he had been
dropped. Rick came running back in with a minni flashlight in his hand.
Rick pulled Cartman put up his shirt "Come 'ere" he pulled him.
Cartman stod, still not knowing what was going on, neither did he care.
Rick looked in one eye with the flashlight to the left, then right and left again.
Then He rolled his eyes and held out his arm, which surely showed the shot marks.
"Ughh"Rick grunted letting go of Cartman forcing him to fall flat on the ground, with his face.
Rick went around searching in Cartman's room while Cartman slowly got back up and leaned against his bed.
He couldnt hear rick slamming his drawers and stomping onto the other side of the room.
Neither could he feel the blood dripping down from his lip and that his face had just been crushed.

"AHAH!" Rick said, holding up the needle and the bag of heroine he found in his desk drawer.
Rick stomped over to him leaning his face close to Cartman's.
"Never use my shit again, You got that!?" Cartman stared at him in confussion, He had no idea what was going on or what he
was being spoken too. "Ugh" Rick rolled his eyes and kicked Cartman in the leg, and stomped for the door.
He knew Cartman was too fucking out of it anyway.
"We'll be talkin about this when you sober up. Dont think your gettin out of this easy" he grunted to him,
Though he knew Cartman probably couldnt hear him, or couldnt understand him being on the shit anyway.
Rick slammed the door behind him from Cartman's room.
Cartman of corse didnt hear it. He simply sighed and laid his head onto his bed, getting used to the feeling
of not being able to feel anything.. not being able to think anything.
The house could be on fire right now, and he would be too confused to even get up.

" - And then we can going Ski'ing like we used too" Stan went on, trying to cheer His friend up.
Kyle still sobbed but nodded, appreciating his friend's attempts but none of them were working.
"Or maybe we can -"

"RIIIIIIING."
"RIIIIIIING"

Stan toke his phone out from his pocket.

'Wendy calling' it lit up.
"It's Wendy, I'll tell her I'll call her back" Stan said to Kyle,
Kyle nodded and Stan flipped open his phone.

"Hello?"
"Stan?"

Stan raised his eyebrow at the familiar voice,
"Uh Bebe?"
"Yeah."
"What? why do you have Wendy's phone?"
"Stan, You should come over here" Bebe said, iggnoreing his question.
"What? Why? I cant, I'm busy right now"
"No Stan Wait.. It's Wendy"

Stan's eyes went wide at the tone of Bebe's voice,
His heart raced, "What about Wendy?"
"She.. She's at the hospital"

Stan's heart sank deep into his stomach,
"The hospital? Why?! What happened?!"
Kyle looked to his best friend and wipped his tears away wondering what was going on.

"No time to explain right now.. Just get here"
Stan stod up, "Ok, Ok, What hospital are you at?"
"Southpark ridges emergency center"
"Alright, I'll be right there" Stan hung up the phone and looked to Kyle.
Fuck, he hasent even thought about leaving Kyle!

Kyle stared up at him, "What happened?"
"I dont know.. Wendy's at the hospital."
"The hospital? Why?"
"I dont know yet.. Dude, I have to go see her.. Are you going to be Ok by yourself?
I'll come right back"

Kyle managed to fake a smile, "Yeah Stan.. I'll Be fine. Go see if Wendy's ok"
Stan smiled, "Thanks dude"
Stan hugged Kyle out of nowhere then quickly left the room.
Kyle heard the front door slam from downstairs, and he didnt move.
He wondered if he was completely Iggnorent for still breaking down over the break up, and not
giving much thoughts on Wendy.. Kyle shrugged.
'Probably wasent eating or something' he figgured.
He remembered Stan always talking about that.. Then he said Wendy was eating lately but Kyle hasent
seen it, so maybe thats it.
Kyle sighed and threw himself onto his bed covering his face in his pillow.
He felt selfish That he wished Stan was here right now, But he knew Wendy needed him.
Hopefully she was Ok.. He couldnt handle his best friend going through a break through right
when he's having one.

Kyle rubbed his face in his pillow's deeper as images of Cartman kept presenting themselves.
Kyle tried to block them out, but it never worked.. even when they were still together it didnt work.
He was always constantly thinking about it.. did he really think it was going to change?
Kyle bung his head in his pillow, He wished he could control his thoughts.

He looked up and sighed, Maybe a glass of water would make him feel a tiny bit better.
Kyle slowly got up from his bed and started walking, then stopped himself when he noticed from the corner
of his eye.. He turned and saw the picture on his shelf.
Kyle walked up to the picture and held the frame in his hands.
'L.O.V.E' The frame said at the top, then 'Together, Forever' it said at the bottem.

Kyle's hands gripped tightly at the frame as he stared at the picture of him and Cartman when
he was on his lap and Cartman was fliccing the camara off.. He was pretty sure Cartman had the same picture
in his wallet, he thought he saw it once.
'Probably not anymore' he thought.

Kyle turned away placing the frame on the ground, completely forgetting about the water.
Then he came back with a lighter and his Trashbin.
Kyle angerily turned the frame and yanked the picture out of the frame and tore in into bit's of pieces.
He felt himself almost crying by doing this.. like, he was makeing it offical.
They REALLY werent together anymore.
For real.

Kyle threw down the bits of pieces of Paper and lit the lighter and lit it inside the bin and the sudden
the bin filled up in flames burning everything inside it.
Kyle stared at he watched the pieces burn.
Then he angerily marched to his drawer taking out more pictures he stored and threw them into the fire.
Then went over into his closet and yanked out a box, threw it on the ground, flipped it open and toke out,
a Rainbow braclet Cartman bought him from the Gay pride pirade two years ago,
A tiny bear Cartman won from a fair for him, and a few more pictures and Kyle gathered the things and threw them into the
bin as well. The flame's lit up and went higher as more objects were thrown into it.
Right now, Kyle didnt give a fuck he made a fire in his own house.. he'll deal with the smell of smoke later.
Kyle frozen still as his eyes locked to the burning bin as he watched his Bear bing burned and turning black as the
stomach ripped open and cotten was comming out from it.
Kyle fell down to his knee's still watching the fire as it burned.
One of the bear's buttoned Eye's fell out as the fire continued to burn it.
Kyle threw his head down, putting his hands to the ground and he started crying again.
Why was doing this so hard?

Suddenly he regreated throwing all those things away.. Maybe he could have kept the bear or braclet as a memory?
Kyle sniffled and wipped more tears from his cheeks then looked around his room.
Didnt matter anyway. Anywhere he looked reminded him of Cartman.
He looked to his bed and remembered Him and Cartman makeing out there.. they done that atleast more then tweenty times.
Kyle shruddered at the thought, and looked away.
He didnt want to be reminded of the good times with Cartman.. That just made him feel worse.
Then he shrugged, he didnt think there could be a way to make him feel any worse then he did right now.

Kenny weathered his options as he tapped his fingers on his desk.
He hasent heard from any of his friends sense school. This was a bad thing.. except for Stan, he didnt want to hear from that jackass.
Who the hell did he think he was, talking off Cartman like that? he has no fucking idea what it's like to be going what he's going through.
'Prick' Kenny thought.
Of course he could agree for Stan to Stand up for Kyle but he didnt have to go around saying bad shit about Cartman when Stan doesnt
even know half the story. Kenny rolled his eyes. He didnt want to think about that asshole anyway.
He turned around in his chair.
He concidered stopping at Cartman's house to check on him.. He's probably doing pretty bad and hasent been answering his calls.
Then he remembered Rick's probably there.
No way in hell was he going to go withen 5 feet of Cartman's house if that phycho was there.

'Him and my dad would probably get along..' he observed.
Their both alcoholics, their both abbuisive.. well His dad was ONCE abbuisive anyway,
Till Kenny kicked the shit out of him when he got a bit taller.
He remembered his dad comming home drunk and trying to beat him for catching him looking
at his playboy magizines. He shuddered at the thought.
Atleast thats over with.. He's a little suspicious that His dad's been beating up on Kevin, but
it wasent his buisness. He'll get involved if Kevin wants to tell him something about it.
Kenny felt bad for Cartman mostly.. Not only beacuse of his fixation,
Fuck God knew he had it when he was a bit younger, and faught it off.
But with rick.. Fuck, He'd hate to go back living in his old memories again of getting hit.
A lot of people wondered Why he always covered his face in a hood.. Beacuse he had bruises there.
He was sick of the questions and suspiciouns, so he bought a jacket, and always covered his whole face so he
didnt have to deal with that shit. Kenny shoke his head, not wanting to think back on those times anymore.

Kenny then concidered going to Kyle's.. But he didnt want to go if Stan was there.
Kenny rolled his eyes. He wished he had a cellphone so he could text him.
All he had was his parents wired phone that barley worked and had crappy signal.
Oh well.. it's worse then nothing.
Keny walked into the kitchen and started dialing Kyle's number.

"RIIIIING"
"RIIIIING"
"Click. Hey it's Kyle, Im not here right -"
Kenny hung up on the answering machine. Of course he wouldnt have it on.

"Kenny?" he heard his mom ask him.
He turned to her, "Do you mind going to the store and buying some vodka for your father and me?
we ran out" Kenny's mom held out a crumpled up 5 dollar bill.
Kenny frowned, Usually he wouldnt mind.
He accepted the fact that's how is parents were, and always will be, but right now, the last
thing he wants to do is go buy alcohol after Cartman's sittuation.
Kenny frowned "No, fuck off, Buy it yourself" he walked away.
He figgured a few seconds later, that was probably a little harsh, but Oh well.
He wasent up for it tonight.

Kenny laid down on his stained mattress with both hands behind his head and stared at his ceiling.
Guess he'll just have to wait for tomorow and see what happens.

Stan cringed as he quickly paced through the hospital trying to get to the elevator to the second floor where Bebe
said she would meet him. He felt ill. He hated hospitals. Always has.
He hated the smell and the sight of old people and people holding bandages up to an injerury which blood sunk through.
Stan felt like he was going to throw up.
He tried getting to the elevator as fast as he could.
He got to it, went inside and pressed the button four times, to second floor.
Besides his hate for hospitals, he was mostly worried about Wendy.
His mind raced thoughts about what could have happened to her.
An old lady holding a cane came into the elevador next to him.
Drool was rolling down from her mouth and she smelled like fish and weat.
Stan shuddered and looked away trying to pretend she wasent there.

Finnaly the elevador door sprang open and Stan ran out looking for signs on the wall that pointed to
"Waiting room" Stan stopped at one sign that had arrows pointing,
Cafetiria left,
Loby right,
clinic, down the hall to right,
Waiting room straight down to left.

Stan started for straight and followed the signs till He got to the waiting room.
He groaned at the sight of old people and patients. He really hated hospitals.
Finnaly Stan walked through the waiting room and saw Bebe sitting on a chair looking down
next to a few other people.
Stan ran up to her, "Bebe"
Bebe looked to him relieved.
"Hey Stan"
"What happened to Wendy?" He asked right away.
Bebe sighed, and looked left and right at some of the other people waiting.
"Come here" she instructed standing up and walking into the halls.
Stan followed and Bebe turned to him,
"Wendy.. Passed out"
Stan's eyes went wide, "Passed out? Why, What happened?!"
Bebe sighed again, tugging a few strands of her blonde hair.
"She um.. She's been takeing diet pills.."
"DIET PILLS?!"
"And she hasent been eating.. I guess whatever the pills had in them got into her
blood stream and sense she hasent been eating she just kinda.. Passed out."

Stan shoke his head, "What? No, Wendy told me she was eating, that couldnt have been it"
"She hasent Stan."
Stan frowned, "WHy didnt someone tell me?!"
Bebe shrugged, "Whenever I asked her about it she denied it"
"Well.. Is she gunna be Ok?" He studdered.

Wendy looked down and sadly shrugged, "I dont know.. We havent heard from the doctors yet"
Stan frozen stareing at her, sinking all this in.
Then fell back onto the wall and lowered himself.
Bebe bent down next to him, "Stan she's probably going to be ok"
"What if she's not?"
Bebe looked down, not answering.
"WHAT IF SHE"S NOT?!" Stan raised his voice.
"I.. I dont know.."

Stan looked down and fiddled with his fingers.
"How did she black out?"
Bebe looked to him, "Me and her were at the fittness club and we were on the treadmills, then Wendy
said she was feeling really tired, I asked her something about it, but she fell off and didnt wake up.
We called the police and they came and toke her.. they said she was suffering from starvation and Entherex"

Stan put his fingers through his black hair.
He couldnt believe this.. Wendy promised him she was going to start eating again.
Bebe put a hand on Stan's shoulder.

A few seconds later, "Can we see her?" Stan asked, not looking up.
"I already talked to the nurse, she said we'll get called if she can be visited."
Stan looked to her, "How long have you been here?"
"A few hours"
Stan rolled his eyes, "Screw this" he stod up and marched up to the front,
Where a fat lady with brown hair in a bun was typing away on the computer.
Stan slammed his hands down on the counter, "Can I see Wendy Testaburger?"
He asked in more of a demand then a question.
The lady glanced up at him with an annoyed look on her face then typed a few things on the computer.
"Nope. She's being treated on right now" She responded flatly, not looking up to him.

"Well Is she going to be ok?!"
The lady sighed irritaded, "That's classified information the doctors should send to the monitors when
they're are ready" she replied, not looking up from her computer.

"Well, Cant I see what their doing?! She's my girlfriend! I have to see if she's ok!"
The lady rolled her eyes, "Noone's aloud to visit durring operations"
"SHE'S GETTING AN OPPERATION?!" Stan gapped suddenly feeling Sick.

The lady sighed and glared addjusting her glasses closer to her eyes.
"ISNT THERE SOMETHING YOU CAN DO?!" Stan yelled.
The women seemed unfazed.
"No, Sorry all you can do is wait until a doctor come's to you and tell's
you what's going on"

Stan frowned, "DAMN IT!" He slammed his fists on the counter.
He spun around and started walking back to Bebe.
Bebe sat with a currious look on her face, "Wha'd they say?"
Stan rolled his eyes and groaned, "They said We have to wait till a doctor comes and tells
us whats going on"
Bebe shrugged, "That's what she told her."
Stan smirked looking in the lady's direction, "That lady's a bitch."
Bebe smirked and nodded a bit in agreement.
Stan sat down next to Bebe putting his hand's through his hair tapping his fingers.

(2 Hours later..)

Stan felt like he was going to lose it.
He's been here for god knows how long, and no doctor came to tell them anything.
He was starting to think the doctors forgot.
Stan rocked back and forth sitting on the floor next to Bebe.
Bebe saw this and sighed, "It's ok, They'll come eventually"
Stan frowned turning to her, "BEBE IT"S BEEN HOURS SENSE-"

"Excuse me, Are you two here for Wendy testaburger?"
A voice interupted him.
Stan spun his head and saw a doctor in a blue suit with a name collar that printed
Dr. Adams, Thomas

"Yeah! Yes we are!" Stan said right away, standing up.
Bebe slowly stod up beside him,
"Well It seems that she's being worked on right now.. getting fed through a feeding tub.."
"A FEEDING TUB?!"
"Dont worry, She'll be fine, she just needs a night's worth of rest.
I think it's best if you kids go home and get some rest, she should be ready for visitors in the morning."
Stan store at him, while Bebe nodded "Thank you" she smiled.
The doctor smiled, and started walking down the halls.

Bebe pulled Stan out of his trance and moved him left,
"It's Ok.. See, She'll be ok"
Stan looked at her, "Yeah.." he said silently, and revieled a tiny smile.
Bebe patted him on the back, still sensing his tensness.
"Go home, get some sleep. After school we'll go check on her"
Stan smiled a little, "Thanks"
Bebe nodded, "Come on" she urged trying to walk him for the doors.
Stan wasent sure how the hell he was suppose to get sleep tonight..
after all that's happened.
Atleast she's Ok, That's good.
He wouldnt beable to sleep if he couldnt have known that..
But was SHE really going to be ok?
More like her well being?

Stan shoke his head, He knew he had to talk about this to Wendy tomorow.

(The next Day)

"But mom, I'm really sick.." Kyle urged her, wanting her to feel his forhead.
"Kyle, you missed school yesterday, you have to go today"
Kyle frowned, "Dont you see my face red?!"

"Kyle your going to school today"
"Damn it!" he outbursted walking past her.
"Language!" He heard his mom yell as he slammed the door behind him.
He wasent ready to go to school.. he didnt feel any better then yesterday.
All he could think about was Cartman.. Still.. He missed him, so much it hurt.
Kyle sighed and toke out his cellphone dialing Stan's number.. Maybe he could get a ride.
He was in no mood to walk today.. even though he's been in bed all day yesterday,
Walking didnt sound like a good idea.

"RIIIIING"
"RIIIIING"
"Click. Hello?" A weak voice answered.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Stan?" he asked.
His voice didnt sound like Stan.

"Yeah?"
"Uh.. Hey It's Kyle"
"Oh.. I know. What's up?" he asked weakly.
Kyle could recognize his voice now.
"Dude could you pick me up?"
Kyle heard some noise going on in the backround then,
"Your going to school today?"
Kyle sighed, "I have too.. My mom's makeing me go."
A few moments of silence went by, "Are you ok?"
"Um... no."
Stan thought conciderably to his friend, "It'll be ok Kyle."
Kyle stayed silent a few moments.
"Are YOU ok?"
Stan thought about this a few seconds also, "No"
"Dude.. what happened with Wendy?"
The line went dead silent.

"I'll tell you in a bit.."
Kyle bit his lip, 'This doesnt sound good'

"I'll pick you up in like two minneutes"
"Ok"
"Ok Bye"
"Bye"

They hung up.
Kyle didnt like the way Stan said that.. he wondered what happened.
Kyle sat on his porch with his head in his hand.
Even after all the crying.. he didnt feel any better.
Kyle looked down and clenched his eyes shut.
Noway he was going to cry before Stan picked him up.. he did enough of that
Yesterday infront of him.

Few minnneutes later Stan's car pulled up.
"Beep Beep!" Kyle yanked his head up and smiled,
getting up from the ground and walking to the car.
"Just pretend everything is ok.." he told himself.

He opened Stan's door and slamed it behind him while Stan managed to let out a small
smile and put his car into drive.
The Car was silent the first couple seconds.
Kyle looked uncomfortably out the window.
"You.. You ok Kyle?"
Kyle shifted his head towards Stan, "Yeah, Yeah. Fine."
Stan rolled his eyes, he obviously wansent fine.

"Kyle.. If Cartman -"
"PLEASE dont Talk about HIM!" Kyle outbursted,
Then realized how loud his tone was and the look on Stan's face
and put his hand to his head looking away.
San put a comforting hand on him, "Sorry" he said.
Kyle shrugged trying to sound complex, "It's ok.. I just.. anyway" he shoke his head, wanting to get away from any topic
that envolved his boyfriend or.. EX boyfriend, now he should say..

"So, what happened with Wendy?"
Kyle could tell by the look in Stan's face he wasent expecting that question,
Then undid his wide eyes and sighed.
"She's in the hospital.. She um.. She hasent been eating and she's been takeing diet pills"
Kyle's eyes went wide, "Diet pills?"
Stan nodded his head.
"Wendy?" Kyle asked in disbelief.
Stan kept his stare out the road.

"Dude.. I'm sorry"
Stan shrugged one shoulder.
"Is she going to be alright?"
"The doctor said so.." He said, keeping his eyes locked to the road.
"It's just Crazy you know.. I asked Wendy and she said she was completely fine"
Kyle looked down, "Sorry" was all he could manage.
Stan shrugged one shoulder again and toke a sip out of his waterbottle.
Though he acted like it wasent a big deal, Kyle could tell it was a touchy subject.
Stan usually did that about things he didnt feel too good talking about.
Kyle decided to leave it at that for now.

"Thanks Kristin" Kenny gave her a flashy grin.
"No probs hun" The Redhead put her perfectly nail polished fingers through Kenny's blonde.
"Tell me if you need another ride Kay?" She winked at him, while setteling back into her red ferarie.
"Will do" Kenny winked back.
Kristen Giggled then started driving away from the school parking lot.
Kenny grinned on remembering fucking her hot ass.
He turned and started walking to school then stopped in his tracks and his eyes went wide.
"Cartman?"
He saw the fat brunnete leaning against the school wall smokeing one.
Kenny raised his eyebrow and started pacing towards him.
Cartman caught him running towards him and simply flicced his ash and shrugged it off.
The first thing Kenny noticed when he got close enough to him was his busted lip.
Serriously, Scabbed from dry blood and fat, then a bruise above his ear on his face.
He didnt even need to ask to know how they got there.

Cartman rolled his eyes when he noticed Kenny Stareing at his injeries and looked away
glareing and inhaling his cig.
"Dude.. why are you at school today?"
Cartman frowned and yanked his head, "What? I cant come to my own fucking school?!" he asked deffensivly.
"No, No" Kenny put his hands infront of him in defence, "Just.. you havent been coming lately."
Cartman smirked then looked up fliccing his ash, "Yeah well.."
Cartman looked back to him, "Better here then home."
Kenny nodded his head. He could understand that.
Kenny looked to his arm, seeing the bandage he put on him when he was cutting himself,
It was still there. something else caught his eye too.
"Cartman?"
Cartman didnt answer, takeing a drag, looking at him.
"Have you been injecting yourself?"
Cartman let out a huff laugh looking down then back at him,
"The fuck makes you say that?"

Kenny glared, "Cause you got needle marks above your bandage"
Cartman looked down seeing a few of the dots on his arm.
He shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Maybe a little" he toke another drag.
Kenny frowned, "Dude! Your already hooked on booze, why the fuck you go and do that shit?!"
He tried keeping it in, he tried, but Cartman made him so pissed off!
He saw almost every one of his family membors do this exact same thing after booze and get hooked
for life. Cartman rolled his eyes throwing out his ciggerate.
"Fuck off Kenny" He pushed past him and went for the doors.
Cartman went past the halls almost to his locker iggnoreing the looks he got from others at his face.
he glared, His lip still hurt like a bitch.
He didnt actually feel it until THIS morning.
Also he checked his drawer and was pissed when he found out Rick stole the fucking needle and heroine.

He didnt remember Rick comming in that night, but he obviously beat his ass judgeing on wakeing up with marks
on his face. Cartman felt angry just thinking about it.. 'I'll find it when I get home' he told himself.

Cartman yanked open his locker and stashed his bag inside.
He just wanted the day to go quick as possible.
Cartman opened his water bottle and had a quick sip of it.
Cartman knew he couldnt go another fucking day without some vodka or whisky.
He remembered running out of school last time he tried, and he felt like he was fucking dying!
The burning feeling Kills the urge and the urge kills him.

He finnaly stuffed his shit in his locker and tried grabbing a pencil..
" - - Then the doctor said to go home and-"
Cartman moved his head hearing Stan's voice comming towards him.
He looked and saw him and Kyle walk towards him!
His heart jumped at the sight of Kyle, He wanted to hide, He wanted to run away,
Or he wanted to go up and kiss him deeply.

Stan went on, both unaware they were walking towards Cartman.
"Then Bebe said that-"
A gasp through from Kyle's mouth before he had a chance to stop it.
Stan looked and eyes went wide, supprised to See Cartman.
Cartman and Kyle stod completely still,
Kyle's eyes locked into Cartman's dark brown.. his heart was pounding,
but he couldnt move. They store in eachothers trans for about five secounds and Stan looked
between Cartman and Kyle continiously.
Then Cartman shoke his head snapping out of it, and slammed his locker shut and started down the hall,
quickly pacing.

Kyle and Stan stod silent as everyone else passed them by.
Stan put a hand on Kyle, "Kyle?"
Kyle never looked away from the spot Cartman's eyes were.
"Did.. Did you see his face Stan?" he asked him shakeingly.
Stan looked down then back up, "Yeah.."
Kyle's eyes slowly fluddered down and he started slowly forward.
As soon as he thought he could pretend to be Happy, Cartman was here.
Just seeing his face made Kyle want to run out of the school and start crying.
And his face..? All those markings?
Rick hit him.. Kyle knew he did.

Kyle's heartbeat slowly went for a normal pace and Stan walked beside him,
"Come on Kyle" he edged trying to Get Kyle to start walking the RIGHT way to his locker.

Authors Note:

Awesome.
I'm acctually kind of Happy for the way that chap turned out.
Anyway.. REVIEWERS.. I LOVE YOU GUYS TO DEAAAAAAAATH!!
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