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Chapter 8

At the end of the school day, Chef offered to take Kyle to visit Kenny so he could deliver all the cards and letters. When they got there, Kenny's parents were already there, watching their son sleep. Not wanting to disturb his friend's rest, Kyle turned to leave, but Kenny's mother stopped him.

“What's that you got there, Kyle?” she drawled.

“Oh, this?” Kyle glanced at the large folder he was carrying. “A bunch of kids from school made cards and stuff for Kenny.”

“Oh, how sweet. Its awful nice of you to drop by and see Kenny, he seemed kinda sad today. If you want to stick around, he should be waking up soon.”

Hearing voices, the boy in the bed stirred, coughed, and groaned. “Mom?” he asked sleepily.

“I'm right here, Kenny.” Mrs. McCormick took her sons hand. Kenny opened his eyes and looked up at his parents.

“Hello there, children,” Chef said warmly.

Kenny turned his head and blinked blearily at Kyle and Chef. “Hey, Chef. Hey, Kyle. How long have you been here?”

“We just got here.” Kyle held up the envelope. “The class sent you some stuff.” He moved closer to the bed and opened up the folder. One by one, he showed Kenny the drawings, letters, and cards their classmates had sent. Even Craig and those guys had gotten together and made a card.

“'Dear Kenny,'” Kyle read. “'We're sorry to hear you're not feeling well. Get better soon so your friends will stop being such pathetic little pussies about it, you asshole. Its fucking depressing. From, Craig, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy.' Well, that was nice, I guess.” Kyle read a few more, including a surprisingly sweet note from Millie, a few haiku by Kyle himself, and a very nice drawing from Butters.

“Oh, isn't that nice. You've got lots of friends, don't you, Kenny?” Chef smiled at the boy in the bed.

Kenny nodded. “Yes. But what about Stan?” Stan hadn't come back since the time he came to visit with Cartman and Kyle a few days ago, and Kenny didn't want that awkward moment to end up being the last time they saw each other. Stan and Kyle were the best friends a guy could ask for, and he wouldn't want to do either of them the disservice of leaving without saying goodbye.

Kyle bit his lip. “Stan? Oh. Well, no, there's nothing here from Stan, but...well, Stan's gonna come see you real soon I bet, Kenny.” He looked away, hoping his face wouldn't betray his lack of belief in what he'd just said.

Kenny didn't seem to notice. “I hope so.”

A nurse opened the door. “Hey, look who's here.”

“Stan?” Kenny perked up a bit, even lifting his head for a better view of the door. Unfortunately, it wasn't Stan at all, but a couple of representatives from the Make-A-Wish foundation and their cameraman. They offered to grant Kenny a wish, but saving his life was out of the question. After a bit of awkwardness involving Madonna, they left. A few minutes after they had gone, Kenny asked for some privacy to speak with Kyle. The adults left, and Kenny turned to face him. “Actually, what I'd really like is one last chance to talk to Stan and Cartman. Hopefully Cartman will come back soon, but Stan...”

Kyle nodded and grasped his friend's hand tightly. “I'll talk to Stan. He'll come and see you, I promise.”

“Thanks.” Kenny coughed weakly and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry, Kyle.”

“For what, dude?”

He gestured tiredly at himself. “For this. For getting sick, for putting you through all this bull crap. You shouldn't have to sit here and watch me...waste away like this.” Kenny could see that Kyle wasn't ready to hear him say he was dying, even though they both knew it was true.

“Not your fault, man.”

Kenny just shrugged. “Its still not fair to you.”

“Its not fair, period.”

“Yeah. But then again, how much of life is fair, really?” He reached over and poked Kyle's abdomen, right where the scar from his surgery was. “Usually, one of those comes from a dead person. Someone dies and someone else lives. What was that one song from the Lion King?”

“Hakuna Matata?” Kyle asked, puzzled.

Kenny waved his hand dismissively. “No, the other one.”

“...The Circle of Life?”

“Yeah, that. The fucking circle of life. Its just the way things are, dude.”

They were silent for a moment. “Hey, Kyle?”

“Yeah, Kenny?”

“See that CD on the night stand? Could you pop it into my CD player for me? I want to listen to it after everyone leaves.”

“Sure, dude.” Kyle picked up the portable player and brought it over to the bed, then unwrapped and loaded the disc. He put it and the headphones where Kenny could reach them easily.

“Thanks.” Kenny turned his face back towards the ceiling. “You should go home. Do something fun. Just because I'm here doesn't mean you have to be. You've really been here for me, and I'm thankful for that, but you should be out doing...I dunno...stuff.”

“But, dude...”

“No, seriously. Go do something that I can't. Play basketball or something. Light some cow crap on fire. Could you do that for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Kyle nodded slowly. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like Kenny wanted him to leave now. “I'll come back tomorrow and tell you about it.”

“Okay.”

They exchanged goodbyes, then Kyle went home. Kenny's parents left too, and he was left alone in the stark whiteness of his hospital room. The blonde boy closed his eyes and, though he didn't know what for, he wept. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

End Chapter 8.

Whoo, that one took awhile. My apologies, I had midterms and then got distracted by another storyline I'm working on... see my profile for details. Anyways, the next chapter should be fairly easy to write, and will come up soon.

Oh, and for anyone who bothers to read these little notes and has been keeping track, I've given up on the songfic chapter... it just felt too out of place. However, if I get any requests for it, I will write a songfic related to this story separately. Bocelli or Evanescence, your choice. ^_^

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