Chapter 16:
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence and graphic descriptions which some readers may find disturbing.
Stan PoV
I have to admit tonight was a bit awkward with Kyle, but at least we were at the movies, so there was no need to make conversation. I was hoping he was enjoying the movie though, because I was finding it extremely dull. How it got five stars is beyond me. It was just another of those typical romance movies. I had thought it would be a lot more masculine, but it was the kind of thing Wendy and Bebe would come and watch together. I was pretty certain everyone thought we were a gay couple; I did see two girls eyeing us up and I thought they were checking us out until they began kissing.
My thoughts are interrupted when my cell begins to vibrate. Kyle jumps as it does so, glaring at me.
"Stan, you're supposed to have that turned off." He hisses and I check the phone screen. Bebe? Why was Bebe calling me.
"I'm gonna take this." I whisper and climb over him to exit the theatre, people staring at me as I do so. It gave me an excuse to get out of the movie anyway. "Bebe, what do you want?" I answer the phone.
"Stan, I need your help." She replies almost instantly, sounding panicked. "It's Kenny."
"What about him?" I choke, a popcorn kernel still stuck in my throat.
"He's just like... collapsed on the floor." She tells me. "He's completely bladdered. Please, we're at the hardware store and I need you to help me get him home."
"Ok... I'll be there as soon as possible." I reply, debating whether to leave Kyle or go and get him. I could probably be back before the end of the movie, but I couldn't bet on it. On the other hand, he appeared to be enjoying it for some reason and it would mean having to go back into the theatre, cause a scene and then exit again. I find Kyle's name in my contacts and send him a quick text message.
'Sorry, emergency. I'll be back as soon as possible. Stan x'
I only realise I have put a kiss on there after I have sent it. Shit, I was so used to texting Wendy. Oh well, I'm sure he will get the picture. I head towards my dads car and start the engine up. I couldn't afford my own car, so had to borrow dads, but at least I could drive unlike Kyle. I get held up on the way because some idiot decides to back into the street light and get taken away in an ambulance. Inconsiderate. I pull up next to where Bebe is screaming her head off at some little boy, who is pointing at Kenny and laughing. Kenny doesn't seem to care in the slightest, and is rolling around on the floor, wiping blood on the concrete from a nasty gash on his hand.
"What the hell is going on?" I shout as I get out of the car. The little kid takes one look at me and runs off back to his mom. He looked a bit like Cartman did when he was little; fat with a chicken wing in one hand. That was about as far as the description goes.
"Thank you so much." Bebe runs to hug me and I push her off. It was hardly the time for greetings now.
"What's happened?" I persist.
"I got called to come and collect him." She informs me. "They said he turned up drunk."
"Kenny hardly ever gets drunk." I stress and we both look over to where he has hauled himself up and is smacking a broken chain off the wall. "Stop it!" I grab his hood and drag him away from the wall. He swings around in a panic, flailing his hand as the chain lashes me across the face.
Pain encases me in a diagonal line from eye to my mouth. Kenny stumbles back in confusion, dropping the chain to the floor. I yell out, holding my hand up to my face and Bebe runs over to me.
"Stan are you ok?" She gasps, as I move my hand. Her eyes widen when she sees my face properly. "Shit!"
"What?" I mumble, I could feel blood in my mouth and it dribbles down my chin when I try to talk. Bebe holds up a pocket mirror and I stare into it, seeing my face bruised and bleeding. Luckily I haven't lost any teeth, although my mouth appeared to be drenched in blood, along with my nose that was also dripping with it. My right eye is half closed; the lid puffy with a black circle underneath it. "Kenny, you fucking bastard!" I yell, blood spewing out of my mouth as I run to punch him. Bebe has enough strength to pull me backwards, grabbing my arm to prevent me from beating him up. It looked like he had already been in a fight, because he too had a black eye along with the cut on his hand.
"Stan, I'm sorry." Kenny holds up his hands, sliding down the wall in a drunken mess.
"Look what you've done!" Bebe yells at him and he starts to wallow in self pity. Punching the wall and bruising his knuckles. "Stop it! Stop it both of you!" She screams. "I don't want to have to call anyone else."
I stop thrusting my body forward and Kenny slowly begins to stop harming himself. You would have thought residents would help us, but instead they were all looking at us in disgust, pulling their children away from the scene.
"Stan, help me get Kenny in the car." She begs, my head felt as if it had been split open.
"What about helping me get in the car?" I yell at her.
"Stop talking, blood is going everywhere." She orders and we both dash over to pull up Kenny. I can only half see so I let Bebe guide us over. We push him in the back and I climb in the passenger seat before thinking properly.
"Wait, are you safe to drive this car?" I splutter.
"My car is over there." She points to the other side of the parking lot. "But it means we will have to get Kenny into that instead."
"Risk it." I mutter, holding my hand out to catch the blood. I rooted around in the car door for any tissues but there was no sign of any. "Hell's Pass."
"Are you sure?" She asks.
"Do I look like I can just wander into my house?" I respond, angrily and she starts up the engine as I pass her the keys. "Drive fast."
"I'm already driving an unknown car." She retorts. "I'm not gonna get us fucking killed."
"I'm gonna pass out." I tell her as I suddenly go really dizzy.
"Snap!" Kenny pipes up from the back. I wanted to jump on top of him and smash his face in but I knew this wasn't the time. Bebe carefully pulls out onto the main road that links Denver with South Park. I swear she was deliberately going slowly just to piss me off.
"Put your foot down." I spit and some blood drools out of my mouth and on to her skirt.
"Ahh!" She screeches, hitting the brake with such force that we go skidding off to the side. Several cars beep us and people yell out of their window. We crash into the fence at the side of the road, lucky that we weren't half a mile on where the drop is about fifty meters in depth. Pain shoots up my arm as the windscreen shatters and a shard of glass flies into it. Kenny groans, unsure about what is going on as the car skids to a halt.
"Bebe!" I shout at her. "You crashed the fucking car because I got some blood on your skirt?"
"No!" She gasps, as if having a panic attack. Jeez, she needed to grow up. "Hurts!"
"What?" I hiss, my hand over my mouth so that I don't spew over her again.
"Ow!" She grabs her stomach. "Hurts."
"Oh for fucks sake, would you look at my face?" I question her. "And then take a look at your boyfriend in the back?" This seemed to be Kenny's cue to puke all over the back seat of the car. This was actually the worst day of my life. I was sat in a car accident, with a slashed face, Bebe whining and Kenny completely splashed and vomiting in the back.
"Stan, my stomach really hurts!" She manages to stammer. Ok, now I was concerned, she actually looked in serious pain.
"Well what the fuck are we supposed to do?" I ask them both. "I'll have to drive, swap seats."
"I'll drive." Kenny cheerfully chimes in.
"No you fucking won't, you'll stay put." I point at him and he grins at me. But when I stand up, I feel so dizzy, I knew if I tried to drive, we would probably crash again. Bebe didn't look like an option any time soon either. I pull out of my phone and dial the number.
"911, what's your emergency?" A woman picks up and Bebe looks at me in panic, still grasping her stomach.
"Hi, my name is Stan Marsh, I've just been in a car accident on the AA14 with two other people." I inform her.
"Ok, is anyone badly injured?" She questions.
"We are all in a bad way." I explain. "My friend was drunk beforehand and we got in a fight so we were on the way to the hospital. Then my other friend seems to be in severe pain, I don't really know why."
"Ok, we'll send an ambulance immediately." She replies calmly. "Will you be needing the fire services."
"I fucking hope not." I curse and there is a pause on the other end of the line.
"Alright, Sir emergency services are on their way." She tells me. "You all need to stay in the vehicle until they arrive ok? I repeat, stay in the vehicle."
My neck aches from whip-lash but I manage to turn my head. The back end of the car was smashed up where it had hit a wall and the window was shattered on the back right, which was luckily the side Kenny was not on. There was a large hole in the windscreen however, and there was also a small cut across Bebe's forehead where a piece of glass had caught it. Her worst injury was a burn on her neck from where the seat belt had clearly cut into it when we crashed. But she didn't seem to care about anything but her stomach.
"I really hate simulators." Kenny moans.
"We're not in a simulator Kenny, we are in a car accident." I snap.
"Sorry?" The woman mumbles.
"Nothing, I was talking to someone else." I respond as Bebe starts whining again.
"Has the driver been drinking?" She interrogates me.
"Not that I know of." I say as I hear a siren in the distance. "The piss head is in the back."
"If you could refrain from using that type of language sir." She orders. Was that all she cared about right now? I hang up the phone as soon as two ambulances and a police car appears. Paramedics are instantly running over to help us. I roll down the window.
"Hi sir." One man greets me. "Can I ask for you name please?"
"Stan Marsh." I tell him. "Bebe, it's going to be ok now."
"And your name?" He turns to Kenny, who is making patterns in his vomit.
"Mysterion!" He exclaims excitedly and the man frowns.
"His name is Kenny McCormick." I tell him.
"Is he drunk or concussed?" He asks me.
"Maybe both." I reply. He doesn't bother asking for Bebe's name as he can see she is fully conscious from all the screaming. He opens the car door and undoes my seat belt, another paramedic coming over to examine my face. I watch as Bebe is pulled from the car. "Is she ok?" I call over to the man.
"Sir if you would just look this way." The paramedic orders.
"But I need to know if she is ok." I panic. She doesn't appear to be able to walk very well as she is being carried over to an ambulance.
"They will take care of her." The woman tells me, opening my mouth and shining a torch in it. "Did you injure your face prior to the accident?"
"Yeah." I nod, thinking quick. "Um, I accidentally hit myself with a chain."
"Hit yourself?" She questions.
"Yeah." I lie. "I was trying to help my friend and I accidentally whacked myself in the face with it."
"Right ok." She gets a cloth and applies some liquid to my face that makes the cuts sting like hell. She then turns to my arm, carefully removing the shard of glass. "This happened during the accident?"
"Yes, the windscreen smashed." I stated the obvious and she did the same to the gash just below my elbow. I wanted to yell out in pain but I was too busy worrying about Bebe, who had been taken off in the ambulance. I turn to see Kenny, sat on a chair with a bottle of water. He seemed the least damaged of us all, with just some puke staining his hoodie, a bruised cheek and the same black eye he had beforehand. I watch as they bandage up the cut on his hand, trying to talk some sense into him as he lolls around.
"Ok, Stan?" Another man comes over to join us. "We're going to take you to hospital because we need to get your face looked over and a check up to see everything internally is alright."
"Fine." I mutter, my wounds still stinging from the liquid.
"Are you ok to share an ambulance with your friend Kenny?" He inquires. No. Kenny was the last person I wanted to see right now and I just saved him from getting into trouble. "Yeah sure."
The drive to the hospital is pure hell; with Kenny moaning on about aliens and light sabers and fair ground rides. "You do know your girlfriend is in serious trouble?" I inform him and receive a glare off the female paramedic.
"Don't distress him Stan." She snaps. "He's traumatized enough as it is."
"He's not traumatized, he's wasted!" I exclaim. "What about Karen, Kenny? What do you think she'll say about this?"
He begins to cry at the mention of his sisters name and then I feel bad; Kenny went out of his way to protect Karen. "I'm sorry Stan." He whimpers and I knew what he was referring to; the chain incident. I would have to wait until he was sober to tell him that I lied, until then I had to distract him from telling the truth.
"It's fine Kenny." I shut him up. "Let's just all calm down."
Once we finally arrive at Hell's Pass hospital, we are unloaded from the ambulance and put into wheelchairs. Why we needed to be pushed around, I didn't know. It wasn't like the accident had caused loss of limbs or anything. My cell begins to ring as we arrive at reception.
"Stan, where the hell are you?" I hear Kyle's voice. "Why did you leave me in the theatre?"
"That needs to be turned off in here please." The receptionist points at me.
"Kyle, I'm at the hospital, I've been in a car accident with Bebe and Kenny." I tell him as quick as possible. "Tell Wendy and my parents to get to Hell's Pass."
I hang up before the receptionist can yell at me again and I turn my phone off abruptly.
"It's amazing what a few shots of vodka can do." Kenny slurs, as if it is funny. I was going to kill him when we were out of here, I was going to completely kill him.