Chapter twelve: shit happens, that's all.

I know, shit name for a chapter. I've never written an actual story story this long. Kyman (even if it's trash), doesn't count XD.

"Eric, sweetie, are you alright?" Kyle asked frantically.

"This really hurts Kahl..." Cartman whimpered, directing his attention to the bleeding, swollen, bruised mark on his forehead. The pain was getting worse. Tears were burning his eyes as he tried to ignore the cries of anguish building up in him.

"Oh hamburgers! We should get him to the school nurse." Butters suggested. With the help of Kyle, he hauled him to his feet and carefully walked him over to the nurse's office.

"My mom is so gonna- GAH- kill me when she finds out I was in a fight! NGHSHHH!" Tweek freaked.

"Say it wasn't your fault Tweek, plain and simple." Craig calmly comforted the spazz. His light brown eye was swollen near shut, and he had a busted lip. His face made Tweek freak more.

"But if she looks at you, she'll think it was YOUR fault! And if she thinks it's your fault, I won't be able to see you anymore! And if I won't be able to see you anymore, then I'll be forced to break up with you! And if I'm forced to break up with you, then-"

Craig kissed him to shut him up. It definitely did its job. Craig felt the tense, angsty teenager loosen up in his arms. He broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes.

"Now listen here Tweek. We are not gonna break up over this. I will tell everyone what I did was self defence. We have all of our friends, and other people, as witnesses. No one is going to think that it was me, okay?"

"Y-you promise?"

"I promise."

"O-okay, if you say so Craig."

Stan, Kyle, Butters, Kenny and Cartman stepped out of the nurse's office. Cartman had an ice pack and a band-aid. It was apparently 'All she could do.' Kyle's wrist was bandaged up.

"Hey buddy, how you feeling?" Craig asked, curious and concerned. He still couldn't help flipping them off.

"Dizzy. The nurse said I should probably go home, except for one problem..."

"Problem? What problem? This is too much pressure- AH!" Tweek freaked, which lead to Craig gently slapping him on the back of the head.

"My mom is at work and can't come get me. Odds are that she's either at her actual job or her prostitutional one. More likely the latter." He guessed sadly.

"If you want, I can call my mom." Kyle offered. "If I explain the circumstances I'm sure she won't mind."

"Are you sure Kahl? I don't want to bother her. She might be busy, or asleep, or-"

"Nonsense!" Kyle cut him off, pulling out his phone. "My mom is like your family! You're hurt, and you're my boyfriend! You need her there for you right now, hold on let me call her."

Kyle dialed his mom's number and explained the situation. Mrs. Broflovski agreed to come retrieve him and Eric from school, and Principal Victoria also agreed to let her. Kenny helped him walk the injured boy out to the car and waited for them to leave before casually turning and heading home and skipping the rest of school. Butters caught up to him and followed him there like a lost puppy.

At the Broflovski residence, Cartman was painfully sitting on the couch. He held the ice pack to his head and watched Terrence and Phillip on TV with Kyle. Mrs. Broflovski looked disgusted at these boys' taste in television so she sat in the kitchen.

"Kahl?" Cartman asked wearily.

"Yes sweetie, what is it?"

"Please tell me you kicked that guy's teeth in. Nice or not, I think he deserves it."

Kyle laughed at his boyfriend's question. He lightly kissed him on the forehead, avoiding the spot where he was injured.

"No, but I did punch him until my hand bled. And I sprained my wrist."

"God damn it Kahl. If I knew you were gonna hurt yourself I would have tried harder to stay conscious."

Kyle chuckled. Though he hated the fact that Cartman flat out said he would willingly keep getting beaten, he loved the fact that he cared about him so much.

Cartman stared blankly at the television. Why did he like that show again? Oh yeah, the immature fart jokes. They didn't really appeal anymore. He groaned in annoyance, grabbing a pillow and smushing it on his face. Kyle couldn't help but laugh.

"Bored?"

"Maybe a little." Cartman grumbled, turning to the side and laying his head in Kyle's lap. Kyle started stroking Cartman's soft, honey brown hair as he fell asleep.

"Guess you had a rough day..." Kyle whispered before also drifting to sleep.