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Con Te Partiro	By : Akiko86 Category: +S through Z > South Park Views: 3946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Kenny watched disinterestedly as the doctor fiddled with the IV stand. He wasn't sure what was they were pumping him full of, but it was probably another futile attempt to prolong his life. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a painkiller. His body ached all over from therapy, but the numbness spreading from his arm would soon take care of that.
Dr. Doctor adjusted the drip. “There we go, little buddy.”
“Thanks, doc,” he replied tiredly.
“You sure you don't want to take your jacket off?” the doctor asked gently, “its pretty warm.”
“I'm alright.”
To be honest, he was a little uncomfortable, but Kenny didn't want to see what was under the jacket, nor did he want anyone else to. He felt weak, and his arms trembled when he moved them. His long, loose sleeves hid that, as well as the small bruises that had formed where countless needles had pierced his delicate skin. His hood made the tubing from the ventilator less noticeable. Kenny knew he looked much worse without his jacket than with it on, and he hated that he looked so fucked up.
The door cracked open and a nurse popped her head in. “Look who has some visitors!” she said airily. Kyle stepped into the room, then Cartman, who was holding a wrapped present, followed by a hesitant Stan.
“Ooh, what a lucky little man!” Dr. Doctor patted the bed. “We'll be right outside if you need us, Kenny.”
He nodded and watched the two adults walk out and close the door. The guys shifted nervously for a moment, not quite sure what to say. Kyle spoke first.
“Hey dude, how's it going?” Broflovski was smiling and doing his best to look like nothing was wrong.
“I'm okay, I guess.” Kenny offered his friends a weak smile.
Cartman lifted the box he was holding. “We brought you a present – its a gobo fighter.”
Kyle nudged him. “Don't – don't tell him what it is, dude.”
“Heh. Sorry.” Eric looked at the ground.
They all looked so down. Kenny wanted to laugh and reassure them that he was alright, but when he tried, he coughed instead. It was getting harder to breathe, even with the machine. Stan looked stricken, and worry flashed across Kyle's face for a moment.
Before the moment could get too awkward, Kyle spoke up again. “Hey, we were all just talking about how, when you get better, we're all gonna go down to Stark's Pond again and go camping. Huh, Stan?” He smiled encouragingly at his best friend.
“I-” Stan looked from Kyle, to Kenny, at Kyle again, then back to Kenny. Suddenly, he turned and bolted for the door, choking back a sob. Kyle sighed, shrugged, and turned to chase after him.
Kenny watched them both leave, and felt his heart sink in his chest. He'd thought he'd feel better if his friends showed concern for his life, but it bothered him to know he was making them sad.
Eric saw the look on Kenny's face and guessed what he was thinking. “Dude, weak. Stan is such a fucking pussy.” He waddled over to the bed and offered Kenny the present he and the others had brought. “Here, asshole.”
“Hey, thanks, fat-ass.”
“Ay! I'm not fat, I'm big-boned, you poor piece of crap!”
“Stop calling me poor, you fat son of a bitch!”
They glared at each other for a moment, then burst into laughter. This was more like it. Cartman dragged a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, his expression turning serious again. If Kenneth McCormick was really going to die, there were things that needed to be said first.
“Hey, Kenny?”
“Yeah, Cartman?”
“Sorry I've been such a dick over the years.”
Kenny shrugged. “Dude, you've always been a bastard sociopath. Why apologize for who you are?” he smirked.
“No, dude, I'm serious. I've been more of a jerk to you than anyone else... except maybe that kid I forced to eat his own parents.” He chuckled a little at the memory. That had been his greatest work ever, and he was proud of it.
Kenny noticed the smile. “You're a sick bastard, Cartman.”
“I know.” Eric took a breath. “You know, it's funny, Kenny. Stan and Kyle have always sort of been two best friends, you know? And...well...I don't know if I ever told you this, but...” he looked down nervously, aware that what he was about to say might sound horribly gay. “but, um... I kind of always thought you were my best friend.” Yeah. That sounded lame. “I-I don't know.”
Kenny reached his hand out and patted his friend's shoulder. “Eric? Well, you're my best friend too.” He was rewarded with a shy smile.
The nurse that had showed the boys in earlier opened the door. “Okay, we're gonna need to give Kenny some time to sleep now.”
Cartman took Kenny's hand and squeezed it. “Don't you worry, Kenny,” he said seriously. “I'm going to find a cure for you. Everything's going to be okay!” He hopped off the chair and walked out the door.
After it closed, Kenny heard Cartman's muffled sobs on the other side of it. The sound touched him – he hadn't realized how much his friends cared. Eric considered Kenny to be his best friend. Kenny wasn't sure if that made incredible sense or none at all, but he was sure of one thing: he was glad to know Eric felt that way.
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Stan's footsteps echoed through the stairwell as he ran full speed down flight after flight. Reaching the bottom, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, then ran for the front door. He heard Kyle behind him, telling him to wait, but Stan didn't slow down until he was outside.
They were both athletic, but Kyle was easily the better runner, and he reached the door before the other boy had taken more than a handful of steps away.
“Stan? Stan, where are you going?”
Still walking, he said half to himself, half to Kyle, “I can't, I just can't.”
“Dude, he needs us right now.”
Stan couldn't ignore the pleading tone in his best friend's voice. “I can't see him like that, Kyle! All those hoses and wires...” he shuddered, “he's a kid, dude. He's supposed to be running around and laughing.” Not that Kenny did much of that anyway, but the point was clear enough.
“I – I know its tough, dude, but -” Stan turned away, and Kyle grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. “Look at me! I know its tough, okay? I know. But we have to be tough right now!” Kyle was pissed. Kenny was their friend, and deserved better than to be abandoned.
“And what are we supposed to do, huh?” he demanded angrily, “stand in that room and keep making small talk? Make believe like everything's okay?! I can't do it!” Stan squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears threatening to spill out. Kyle was right, he knew that, but it was just too hard to stand by and pretend nothing was wrong while Kenny was obviously slipping away. It hurt too much to see Kenny that way, so weak and small amongst the pillows and machinery. It wasn't fair that Kenny was dying. It wasn't fair that they should have to watch.
Kyle was yelling at him again. “Look, however hard you think it is for you, its a lot harder for him!”
Stan turned to walk away. “Just leave me alone.” He couldn't hold back the tears, and his eyes brimmed. There were too many emotions to deal with, none of them pleasant. Anger, fear, frustration, sorrow. They threatened to tear him apart.
“Stan, you can't leave!”
Stan whirled around. “I'm not the one leaving! He is!” He turned again and ran toward home.
Kyle knew Stan well enough to know that he needed to be alone for a bit. He sighed silently and returned to the dreary little hospital room.

End Chapter 5

Hey guys, how's it going? This fic is going a lot faster than I thought it would, and I'm really happy with the way its going. But I want to be sure that you guys are enjoying it as much as I am, so please rate and review. As a writer, I want to do the best I can and be sure that anyone who reads my work is satisfied with it. That said, thanks so much for reading, and stay tuned for the next chapter!
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