Agh! I am soooooo sorry this chapter took so long... I have had a ton of crap going on lately... I'll try to update sooner next time. And I wanted to give a special thanks to ActionGal07 for her reviews because she completely inspired this chapter. I had nooo idea what to write before, but you gave me a great idea. Thank you so much! :) Anyways, I once again need to shut up and let you read! R&R, it keeps the story going 3. I do not own South Park!

"So um, you can just sit on the couch… Or whatever." Cartman mumbled as he walked into the kitchen. It turns out that his nervous eating habit hadn't left him completely through the years. He grabbed an apple off the counter and walked back into the living room. He was annoyed to find Kyle sitting on the floor. "Why the hell are you down there?"

"I didn't want to get your couch dirty or anything…" Kyle replied sheepishly. At this point, he had no clue what would set Cartman off.

"Whatever. I couldn't care less." He grumbled as he sunk into the couch. He mindlessly flipped to a random channel on the TV and stared at the screen blankly. They sat quietly watching for the first 20 minutes of the show they didn't even know the name of. Kyle finally broke the silence.

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something."

Cartman glanced at Kyle, then back at the TV. "Yeah?"

"Well it's just, I had this weird dream—"Just then, Kyle's phone started ringing. He didn't recognize the number, so he sent it to voicemail. "Anyways, um so I had this dream and it was kind of strange," Kyle's phone rang again. "Dammit…" He mumbled. "Hello?" Kyle answered the phone.

Cartman watched Kyle's face. It immediately changed from annoyance to worry. The person on the other end of the phone was talking quickly and frantically.

"Who is it?" Cartman whispered.

Kyle didn't answer. He was too busy focusing on what the person on the other end of the line had to say. After a few more seconds of talking on the other side, he interjected "Where is he?" Kyle grabbed a pen off the coffee table and wrote an address down on his hand. It said '0401 Castle Creek Road Aspen, CO 81611' Cartman read the address as Kyle wrote it.

"What the hell?" He said quietly. "What's going on?" Cartman asked as Kyle hung up the phone.

"That was Stan's mom. I have to go to the hospital," Kyle said hurriedly as he pulled on his coat and jogged to the front door.

"I have to go. He got in a car accident and now he's in the hospital and he might not be okay and I just have to go!" He was getting more frenzied as he spoke. Kyle ran out the door and in the direction of his house.

"Shit…" Cartman mumbled. He started to run after him. Kyle was already half way down the block.

Kyle had to get to his house. All he could think about was getting in his car and driving to the hospital. The more Kyle thought about what happened to Stan, the more he started to panic. If anything bad had happened to Stan, he wouldn't know what to do. He had been his best friend since they were toddlers. Tears started to run down Kyle's face. He let out a small whimper and he ran faster.

It was a cold night, and he could see his breath coming in small puffs in front of his face. As he was rounding the corner that led to his street, he heard someone running behind him. He turned to see who it was and he tripped. As he fell, he remembered the dream he had had. Kyle realized that was almost exactly the same as his dream. Startled, he stumbled back into the street.

The pavement was cold and hard. Kyle was terrified that he wouldn't make it to Stan in time. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He started to screech, but the person holding him up put his other hand over Kyle's mouth.

"Quiet down, it's just me…" Cartman mumbled. Kyle gasped in relief and automatically pulled Cartman tightly to him. Cartman froze when he realized that Kyle was hugging him. After a few seconds, he slowly wrapped his arms around Kyle.

"Shhh, it's okay Kyle; I just wanted to offer you a ride… To the hospital. To see Stan." He said quietly as he nudged away from Kyle.

Kyle couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with Cartman. He hoped he wouldn't say anything about Kyle hugging him. He desperately needed comforting, and Cartman was the only one there to do it.

"I… Yeah. That would be good. Thanks." Kyle paused. "Can we go now though please? I don't want to get there and have him be—"Kyle tried to hold in a sob. "Gone."

Cartman felt sick to his stomach. Kyle cared so much about Stan. Eric wished for a minute that he was Stan, just so he could have someone care about him for once. He pushed the thought away. Kyle needed him, and for now, that's the closest he was going to get to someone caring.

"Yeah, okay. I guess that's okay… C'mon." He said as he started to walk back to his house. When they got there, Kyle rushed into the car. Cartman slid into the driver's side and pulled out of the driveway. A few minutes later he quietly demanded, "Give me your hand."

"W-What?" Kyle sputtered. He hesitantly lifted his left hand up to Cartman's. He glanced down and frowned.

"No, the other one. Dumb ass… The one with the address?"

Kyle blushed embarrassedly and quickly placed his right hand in Cartman's. He glanced down again and Kyle watched as his eyed passed over the writing a few times.

"Jesus, I have to drive to Aspen? Fucking Stan…" He grumbled under his breath.

"Thanks again Eric. Driving me to the hospital means a lot to me." He said as he quickly squeezed his hand. It lingered there for a few seconds more before he rested both of his hands in his lap.

Cartman didn't say anything. Kyle couldn't see it in the dark, but Cartman was lightly blushing. He desperately wanted to hold Kyle's hand, but Kyle would think he was being faggy. He looked over at him and saw that he had his head leaning against the window. He hoped he would get some sleep. Kyle seemed really tired lately, and it was worrying Eric. Despite his façade of anger towards Kyle, he didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Whether he knew it or not, Cartman cared about him.

Twenty minutes later, Eric looked over at Kyle again. He was asleep, and shivering. At the next stop light, Cartman shrugged off his jacket and gently placed it over Kyle. He looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. Cartman smiled, and continued on to Aspen.

A few hours later, the sun started to rise. Kyle groggily rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Where are we?" He inquired. He looked down and saw that Cartman's jacket was on top of him. Cartman looked over at Kyle as he pulled into a large parking lot.

"We're here. At the hospital."

"Oh." Kyle's breath left him in a rush. As soon as Cartman pulled into a parking space, Kyle stepped out of the car and started running towards the hospital. He was finally going to see Stan.

Cartman hesitated as he watched Kyle run inside. He didn't know what he was going to find when he got in there, but whatever it was, he had a bad feeling about it.

Something was going to go very wrong.

Sorry about another somewhat strange ending, I really wated to go to bed... Next chapter will be better, I promise! If you review I will love you forever and ever :D