You're Useless [Kenny McCormick x Reader]

twelve

im kind of upset!! :((
i love kyle sm, i am a monster for this

anyways, idk if anyone saw my announcement but i altered a few things on here! but fear not, the story is still the same. i just changed the cover and chapter titles :]

back to the oddly traumatizing story!

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"Ugh," I groaned out, "I'm up, I'm up," I reached out in an attempt to shut off my alarm. But there was no alarm there. I was only able to feel a long metal pole next to my nightstand.

"What the fuck?" I opened my eyes. What the hell is going on? The annoying beeping didn't go away. And I almost couldn't handle what I ended up seeing.

There was the pole, obviously, but connected to that pole was a bag. A bag with a long tube that seemed to connect to my hand. I looked down at my body and I couldn't see a single fleck of flesh. I was covered in casts and bandaged from head to toe. I'm in the hospital.

"Mr. (L/n)! She's awake!" I heard from beside my bed. I looked over to see Kenny and my dad sitting anxiously on the edge of their seats.

"(Y/n), honey? How're you feeling?" My dad asked me, placing his hand on my hospital bed.

"Like shit," I sighed, letting my body sink into the thin, hard bed.

"I'm so grateful you got out. A few of your friends weren't so lucky. A lot of people got sucked into the river. They've gotten a few survivors but the majority of the people they've pulled out were unresponsive..," my father responded, his eyes gray with sadness.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "My friends? Like who?"

Kenny began listing those who hadn't survived the crash. "Bebe Stevens, Scott Malkinson, Annie Knitts, Millie Larsen, Kevin Stoley, and..," Kenny gulped averted his gaze before his finished, "Kyle Broflovski,"

The room went deathly silent. The only sound was the beeping of my heart monitor that echoed through the room.

"Dad?" I asked suddenly, "How long will I be here?"

My dad and I made strong eye contact until he officially broke it, holding his head in his hands, "They don't know yet, dear,"

Only now did I realize the wrinkles on my dad's face, the gray hairs in his beard, the rough texture on his hands, and the bags under his eyes.

"I'm tired. I don't want to deal with all of this right now. Can you.. can you please leave so I can rest?"

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Weeks passed. Six, to be exact, up until I was finally well enough to attend back to my "normal" life. But in that six weeks of abandonment, I lived every day just as I did that Sunday before the bus altercation. Alone. Ignoring everyone.

The only person I saw was my father. I trusted him the most. I knew that, of all people, he'd be the only one to never hurt me. I even ignored Kenny, whom I had a twinge of feelings for. But stupidly and selfishly, deep down inside, I was hoping he was waiting for me. As if he held a place in his heart just for me.

The wind that hit my face pushed me out of my thoughts. My dad and I were finally leaving the hospital. He was pushing me in my wheelchair, which I wouldn't need all the time. I'm going to use crutches, the parking lot his just huge as fuck so the staff suggested I use a chair to preserve my strength.

"Dad, do I really still have to go to South Park?" I asked, sinking into the chair. It was growing cold out and the breeze stung my face.

"Yes, I'm sorry honey. We're out of region for any other school. There's just no other option..,"