Chapter two: At the Hospital
A/N: more feels in this chapter. Kyle is feeling guilty and is taking things hard. Stan and Kenny are gonna help him through it, and things are gonna get fluffier than whipped cream. Or at least that's the plan.
The boys were patiently waiting for news on Cartman. His mother was in there with him, but they had heard nothing. A few hours later, a doctor walked in.
"Are you boys friends with Eric Cartman?"
"Yes! Is he okay? Please, tell me I need to know!" Kyle pleaded frantically. The doctor chuckled.
"Yes he'll be just fine. He just has some mild head trauma, he'll be sure to recover in about 3 weeks."
"Head trauma?" Stan asked confused. "What does that mean?"
"Well..." The doctor began. "It just simply means he has suffered a concussion, nothing serious."
The smile on his face said otherwise. It was faked; like he was hiding something.
"Is he awake?"
"N... Not yet. But if you would like to see him, that would be alright."
"We can see him now?" Kyle practically beamed at the mention of checking in on him.
"Yes you may, but I'm warning you son, you might not entirely like what you see."
Kyle wasn't really listening. He dashed down the hall until he found Cartman's room. He opened the door and gasped.
"Oh my god..."
Cartman was lying in a hospital bed. A heart rate monitor was beeping in the background. The whole place practically radiated sadness. 'He'll be okay; the doctor said he'll be fine.' Kyle reassured himself as he slowly walked over to the bed. 'But why does he need a fucking heart rate monitor, he isn't dying-'
Kyle stopped in his tracks. The guilt wave flooded back over him as he thought of those words "He isn't dying". What if he is? What if Kyle accidentally killed one of his friends, even if it's Cartman? Cartman was only fifteen years old and Kyle had killed him! He suddenly felt the urge to leave. He pushed his way through the door, followed by a confused Stan and annoyed Kenny. He didn't care; he just didn't want to cry in front of them again.
Stan ran after his friend, catching him outside.
"KYLE!" He yelled after him as he left the hospital. "Where the hell are you going?"
"I can't be there Stan, I just can't!"
"Cartman will be fine, dude. You heard the doctor."
"But what if he's wrong, Stan?!" Kyle screamed, turning around to face the raven haired boy. "What if he's wrong and Cartman dies? He's fifteen years old; look what I did to him? I have never seen anyone with a concussion that has a heart monitor hooked up to their body!"
"It's just a precaution until he wakes up."
"BUT WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WAKE UP STAN? YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT?!"
"Kyle, calm down. You're letting your emotions-"
"SHUT UP, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I MIGHT BE A FUCKING MURDERER DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"
"KYLE!"
"WHAT KENNY?!"
Kyle was looking at the hospital door, where a very shocked and confused Kenny was standing.
"He's awake."
Kyle ran as fast as he could into the hospital, not stopping for anything. He ran and ran until he reached his friend/enemy's door. He saw that the boy was trying to sit up; his mother practically smothering him with hugs, much to the brunette's dismay.
"Cartman!" He gasped as he ran into the room. He hugged the larger boy without a second thought. Cartman shooed his mom out of the room.
"Kahl, hey..?" He awkwardly patted his back in response. "What are you doing here?"
"I... I... *Sigh* I'm sorry Cartman. I didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident. Since the basketball game there's been a pain in my stomach, y'know?"
"What?"
"Guilt, dude. I felt really guilty. I don't expect forgiveness, because I don't deserve it. I just want you to know that if you need any help while you're recovering, come to me. I'll take care of ya free of charge."
"A Jew not demanding money? I must have hit my head harder than I thought."
Kyle chuckled and lightly nudged the injured boy.
"Fuck you, Fatass."
Stan and Kenny walked in soon afterwards.
"Hey Cartman, how ya feeling?"
"I'm fine, Kenneh thanks for asking."
"Any pain at all, Fatass?"
"My head hurts, Stan, if that's what you're asking." He snapped.
"I was just asking a question Cartman, you don't need to be a douche about it."
Stan's comment was followed by silence. Cartman was avoiding eye contact. He immediately guessed he hurt his feelings.
"Cartman? Dude, I'm sorry."
Suddenly Cartman was acting super peppy.
"Oh, no worries, Stan! I forgive ya buddy ol' pal!"
"Uh..." All of them were completely dumbfounded.
"Mood swings are just a side effect of his pain medication. This is perfectly normal." The doctor chimed. Stan shuddered. There was that fake smile again. Still, Kyle took a video of Cartman's shifts in emotion for blackmail purposes. Feeling guilty or not, he couldn't resist.
Cartman stayed in the peppy mood for a lot longer than anyone had expected. He was playing with Clyde Frog (His mother brought him), singing to himself (Which creeped out Kyle), and complementing everyone randomly (Which really creeped out Kyle). He fell back asleep soon after.
"I think you might have knocked a thing or two loose, Kyle." Kenny joked. Kyle stuck his tongue at him in response. Stan chuckled at the joke. They walked out of the hospital and headed home. Hell's Pass hospital wasn't far from Kyle's house so they headed there.
"I'm home!" Kyle yelled, though quietly so as to not get in trouble.
"Kyle, where have you been?! It's 9 o'clock at night you have school tomorrow!" his mother bellowed from the doorway to the kitchen. "You haven't returned home or done so much as call me!"
"Sorry mom, we were just at the hospital and-"
"The hospital?" She gasped, running to her baby's side. She completely ignored the two boys behind him. "Are you alright bubby?"
"I'm fine mom!" he pushed her off of him.
"It wasn't any of us who got hurt, Mrs. Broflovski." Stan stepped in. "It was Cartman."
Mrs Broflovski stared at the slightly older boy in confusion.
"Cartman? What stupid thing did that little monster do to himself this time?"
"He didn't do anything mom." Kyle muttered. "I hit him by accident while playing basketball."
"What what WHAT!?" She was furious. "Kyle, what had I said about hitting?"
"It was an accident!" Kenny intervened. "The dumb ass jumped in the way of Kyle's shot and got hit by the ball. Kyle isn't the one to blame for it."
"You better hope that he'll be okay mister, or your butt is grounded!" she directed at Kyle, turning as red as the boy's hair. He only nodded, clearly annoyed.
"Okay, fine. Can I spend the night at Stan's?"
"No you may not, mister! It's a school night!"
"We go to the same school."
"DO AS I SAY KYLE!"
"Okay, Jesus Christ. See you guys tomorrow."
"Bye Kyle." Stan muttered, clearly just trying to get away from the bitch Kyle's mother.
"Yeah, bye Kyle." Kenny added quickly before running over to Stan halfway down the driveway.
"See you guys tomorrow!" Kyle yelled to them.
"KYLE SHUT THE DOOR!"
"For fuck's sakes." He muttered to himself as he closed the door.
What do you think guys? Did I take Sheila maybe too far? God I hope not XD. Anyways, more coming soon be sure to R&R.