A/N: I got bored so I decided to write this little story. I don't own anything in the story except for ocs that may appear. Everything else belongs to Trey and Matt.

Chapter one: The accident

"Pass the ball, Fatass!" Kenny grumbled.

It was after school and the boys were playing two-v-two basket ball. Kyle and Stan were facing Kenny and Cartman. Being the in-athletic self-centered asshole he was; Cartman was being a ball hog desperate to score something, even though Kenny was far better at the sport. Stan cut him off, really easily might I add. He smacked the ball right out of his hand.

"Hey! Respect my authoritah!"

"Don't be such a whiney bitch, Fatass!" Kyle shot from across the court. He caught the ball after Stan smacked it away.

"HEY! DON'T CALL ME FAT YOU FUCKING JEW!"

Kenny got irritated at the dispute. Why was he always stuck with the fatass? He always picked fights and either did nothing or hogged the ball. He was the worst choice for a teammate ever.

"Will you both shut up so we can keep playing?" Stan yelled before Kenny had the chance to.

Kyle was already getting annoyed, so he started dribbling the ball and headed for the net, trying to score, with Cartman trying to block him.

"Get back here you dumb Jew!"

"Try to catch me, Lardass!"

Cartman managed to get in front of him before he took the shot. Big mistake. Cartman jumped up to stop the ball only to get hit right in the face.

"That's what you get, Fatass!" Kyle yelled. But when Cartman didn't yell back, or even move, they all worried.

"C-Cartman?" He asked in worry. Still no answer. Stan and Kenny ran to their fallen friend's side, Kyle was frozen with guilt. Stan pulled out a first-aid kit from his bag.

"Kenny, get back! Please let me handle this!"

Kenny didn't like that idea.

"No way, dude! He's my friend too! Let me help!"

Stan sighed loudly. He didn't have time for this.

"Fine, here!" he handed him a note pad. "Write down what I tell you."

Kyle watched as his friends worked. Tears were welling up in his eyes as guilt hit him hard. Cartman still wasn't moving and a crowd was swarming.

"What the hell happened?" a few voices in the crowd muttered. Stan was demanding for them to stay back. Kyle got over his initial shock and helped work crowd control.

"Bleeding on his forehead, and the back of his head. Probably from when he hit the pavement."

Kyle winced at the words. He tried to keep calm as he kept the rest of their friends away.

"Kyle!"

His head was snapped into reality. He turned his head to see that Stan and Kenny were staring at him with concern. He stared in confusion.

"Yeah guys?"

"Could you call an ambulance?"

"Y-yeah, of course."

Stan watched his super best friend pull out his cell-phone, then pulled his attention back to Cartman. He pulled a cloth out of the kit and propped Cartman's head on his lap. He held the cloth to the wound on his head. Kyle returned to them soon after and told Stan an ambulance is on its way. Tears were still present in his eyes.

"You okay, Kyle?" He asked in concern.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." He replied sarcastically. "I only hit Cartman in the face hard enough that I could have killed him. OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY!"

Stan awkwardly placed a hand on the ginger's shoulder as tears fell down his face. He was awkward when it came to these situations, but he tried.

"Hey, Kyle, it wasn't your fault, it was an accident. Cartman will be fine, okay? He'll be just fine."

"No, fuck you Stan! Do not feed me your false hope it won't work. I threw the ball and I hurt Cartman really bad. Look at the blood on your hands, Stan! I hurt him and what did I do in response? I taunted him! I thought that he was being over dramatic as always, and I taunted him! What if Cartman doesn't wake up Stan? What if I killed him?"

Stan didn't have an answer. Everyone grew silent until the ambulance arrived. Kyle was sobbing because the guilt was just too much to bear. They all watched as their friend was loaded into the ambulance and sped away. Now that the commotion was over the crowd left and the three boys were left to contemplate who was going to tell his mother.

Awww that was sweet. Poor Cartman. Not intending for this to be a ship story but if it happens it happens.