Chapter 17:

A/N: Hope the last chapter wasn't too much to take in!

Kyle PoV

Wendy had come to meet me at the movies and I had called Stan's parents before ordering a taxi to the hospital. Wendy was in a complete panic; pale as a ghost and virtually crying. The taxi pulls up outside Hell's Pass and I thank him, putting ten dollars in his hand.

"It'll be fine Wendy, honestly." I tell her. "Stan sounded alright on the phone. A bit shaken up but, at least he is conscious."

"What about Bebe and Kenny?" She frets. "There's no news on them."

I bite my lip anxiously, Stan was my main priority, the other's weren't as much of a concern to me, as long as they were ok of course.

"Hi my name is Kyle Broflovski." I greet the receptionist. "We had news that Stan Marsh, Bebe Stevens and Kenny McCormick had been brought here following a car accident."

"Are you a relative?" She asks, stubbornly.

"I'm Stan's girlfriend." Wendy informs her and I feel a pang inside of me.

"Very well." She nods. "You go with her. Stan is in room thirteen, first floor along with Kenny."

"Thank you." I smile and follow Wendy as she practically runs up the stairs. We walk along what seems like a never ending corridor until we reach room thirteen. We both gasp when we see Stan, lying in bed, as if someone had clawed his face off. Kenny was in the bed next to him, holding a bowl on his lap and gagging constantly.

"Stan!" Wendy yells and runs over to hug him. "What the hell happened? How did you do that to your face?"

"It doesn't matter." He quietens her. "What matters is that everyone is ok."

"Where's Bebe?" I ask Kenny, but he just frowns at the mention of her name. Wow, he must be really concussed.

"He's drunk." Stan tells me, as if reading my mind.

"Was he driving?" Wendy cries, pointing aggressively to Kenny.

"No." Stan replies. "Bebe was, she's on the floor above but I don't know anymore than that."

"Well is she ok?" Wendy stresses, smoothing Stan's hair back.

"I don't know." Stan sighs. "She didn't look too great."

"Neither do you." She peers down at his face. "You look terrible."

"Thanks..." Stan drones, sarcastically. "At least I'm alive."

Cartman PoV

"Poopsikins, mommy needs to have a little chat with you." Mom enters the room with her high pitched trill.

"Meem, I can't see the TV." I whine, why did she always have to be so irritating?

"This is important Hun. I have some bad news." She clicks it off and I give a slight wail. "Your little friends have been taken into hospital today."

"What friends?" I groan.

"Well, Stan, Bebe and Kenny have been in a car accident." She tells me softly.

"So what's the bad news? The fact that Kyle wasn't in it too?" I state.

"...I know it is very difficult to take in." She begins to reassure me.

"Who died? Was it Kenny? Because I'm not going to his funeral, they'll probably use a cardboard box as his coffin." I ramble on. "I suppose it would be good if it was Stan because then Kyle would be without his butt buddy for the rest of his life."

"No one died Eric." She puts a hand on my shoulder and I shake it off.

"Fucks sake." I grumble, that sucked. That meant I still had to murder them all myself, no accidental deaths to cover it up.

"Do you want some sugar donut surprise to make you feel better?" She asks.

"...No." I wince, which was one of the hardest things to do.

"Maybe some chicken pot pie?"

"No."

"Cheesy poofs?"

"No."

"I can order some southern fried chicken."

Seriously mother, you are breaking my balls here.

"Fucks sake mom no!" I yell.

"...Wow, you must be taking the news hard Hun." She smooths down her hair. "Let me know if you need anything."

I must be taking the news hard? Why? Because I didn't want some food. Is this seriously what my life has come to? I was being so strong and then everything just gets thrown back in my face. I was still being jibed at for my weight when I wasn't eating a thing. My stomach felt like a black hole, I constantly had head aches and I got dizzy every time I tried to stand up. For what? For people to continue making assumptions about me. Even my own mother! She hadn't even picked up on the fact that I had stopped eating.

Well I was going to show her, I was going to show everyone. I was going to be skinny, like all the popular boys and girls. Like all the guys that women wanted to date, that they fall in love with. I just wish I could look like those celebrities that people drool over. I wish I was toned and had a six pack. I didn't want to look like a six pack of bread rolls walking around constantly.

They could laugh at me now, but I was going to lose weight if it was the last thing I did.

Bebe PoV

Once the cramping had stopped in my stomach, I was allowed to rest. I was absolutely shattered and my neck burned from where the seat belt had caught it after the crash. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, but at least I wasn't still having scans like I was half an hour ago.

I had no idea what had happened, or what had caused it. The doctors were saying the most likely outcome is kidney stones, which doesn't sound too exciting... Either way, I was hoping that I wouldn't be stuck in this dump for much longer.

My thoughts are interrupted when there is a soft knock at the door and Wendy enters. I have my own private room with just a nurse sitting at the computer in the corner.
"Hiya." Wendy greets. "How are you feeling?"

"Top of the world." I joke and she sits down on the eve of my bed. "You should be with Stan."

"I've seen him." She tells me. "He looks disgusting, what the hell happened?"

"It was all just a massive mistake." I sigh. "It's all Kenny's fault really, drunken idiot."

"Why has he been drinking?" She asks.

"Oh, I don't know, I didn't really get chance to ask him between seeing him flailing a hammer around and crashing Randy's car into a fence." I snap and she looks slightly taken aback. "I'm sorry I dragged Stan into it though."

"It's fine." She squeezes my hand as two doctors enter, carrying a clip board.

"Bebe?" He introduces himself and I nod. "We've had a look at the results of the scan."

"It's kidney stones isn't it?" I interrupt, saving him the lecture. "What are they? Do I have to have an operation or..."

"It's not kidney stones." He tells me. "It's Braxton Hicks."

"Oh thank God!" I exclaim, giving Wendy a hug, but her eyes widen in shock. "...What is that?"

"...Misleading contractions." He states and I frown.

"I'm not very good at science, can you elaborate?" I scoff, why did they all look so serious? This was worrying me now.

"There has got to be a mistake, doctor." Wendy stands up. "Bebe's not-"

"I'm not what?" I cut in.

"Miss Stevens..." The other doctor pipes up quietly. "Are you aware that you are four months pregnant?"

I watch as the words slip out of her mouth, cascading in a waterfall of sympathy. My heart stops beating for a second and Wendy covers her mouth with her hand.

"...Haha..." I give a fake laugh, my eyes darting from one individual to the next. "That's funny..."

"It's not a joke." He responds and I just stare at him for a few seconds. Pregnant? Pregnant? That was impossible...

"You're making it up!" I yell, leaping out of bed and snatching his clipboard away. "It's just stomach cramps, nothing serious, that's all."

"We picked up a heartbeat." He explains, showing me a picture of the scan. It was black and white with what looked like a misshapen potato lodged in the middle. Was this actually happening? Were they serious? They couldn't be serious... "We'll leave you to process the information." Is all he says before exiting with the other doctor. I stare at Wendy, who is still in disbelief, then throw the photograph down on the floor and stamp on it as if throwing a tantrum.

"What am I going to do?" I croak, my throat suddenly sore. "I just..."

"Just, give it a moment to sink in." Wendy holds her hand up, pacing round. She wasn't exactly the best support ever; she looked as if she was on death row. At least she wasn't knocked up by a drunk like me. Kenny. Shit.

"How am I going to tell Kenny?" I look at her in alarm.

"...I wouldn't, just yet." She bites her lip.

"What do you mean?" I persist, getting annoyed at her ignorance. "I'm not going to abort it without telling him."

"You're going to abort it?" She spins around, her eyes wide. Finally, a reaction.

"Well I don't know." I shrug, feeling surprisingly calm about the matter. "It depends how Kenny feels... If it's not too late that is... What's the latest you can have an abortion?"

"What if it's not Kenny's?" She blurts out.

"...Well it has to be because me and Kenny have been together exactly four months." I tell her, watching her face fall.

"Exactly!" She exclaims, wringing her hands.

"So it can't be anyone else's." I inform her, I thought she was supposed to be smart.

"...You slept with Clyde the night you and Kenny got together." She sighs, turning her back on me and pacing again. My heart stops for a second time as I search my brain for any memories of four months ago. Kenny and I had got together at Jason's party, I had slept with him that night and no one else since.

"No I didn't." I laugh.

"You did." She argues. "You got really drunk that night and you had sex with Clyde. You clearly didn't seem to remember because only Clyde and I knew the next day. We didn't want to tell either of you."

"WHY?" I suddenly yell at her.

"Because Clyde is scared Kenny will beat him up and I didn't want to break down your relationship." Wendy holds her hands up in defence. "...But hey, I'm sure it's not Clyde's."

Oh yeah, thanks Wendy, thanks a bunch.