As we pulled up, Butters was there at the door. His forehead was leaned up against it.
"Stay in here and duck, make sure he doesn't see you,"
"Bu-," and he left cutting me off. Jerk...
Cartman opened the door and hopped out the door walking over to Butters. Peeking me head throught the window, I saw Cartman wave a hand but no reply.
"Lee, whats up? It wasn't him again was i-," Butters turned around to show a large, oozing cut through his eye. Tears welled from the eyelids of the poor boy and started sobbing into his shoulder.
My heart ached at the sight of it. Butters began to cry more, wrapping his arms around Cartman. I felt so... jealous of such as kind soul. I saw Cartman picking him up into his arms, making my heart swell, so I hid under the front seat.
The van's back door opened and a sobbing Butters was placed, lying down, on the back seats as Cartman strapped him up safley. He climbed into the front seat, staring at me, trying to control his laughter due to the seriousness off the situation. He started up the vehicle and began to drive. After awhile I went into my seat, luckily Butters was asleep.
"Fucking ass-hole Scotch. How could he do this to Le- Butters.."
...
"He did nothing wrong and yet his dad still picks on him after all these years."
...
After about a half an hours drive we arrived at Hell's Pass and Cartman picked up Butters, running into A&E with me following behind. He bursted through the doors, running to the desk, asking for help. A few doctors rushed over to see the issue. Butters was put on a cart and went into a different room with a large crowd of doctors.
"Name and date of birth?"
"Leopard Scotch, September 11th,"
click, click, click.
"Issue and cause?"
"Cut to the right eye, sharp object,"
click, click, click.
"How did you find him?"
"He was outside my door,"
click, click, click.
"Thank you, your statement will be recorded. Ah- and good to see you Mr. Brofloski,"
I looked at Cartman confused, what did she mean? He looked back at me with a sheepish grin.
"What does she mean?.."
"Er- well.. remember when you woke up in my van?"
"Yeah..?"
"I found you passed out so I drove you over here. They said nothing was wrong apart from you where dehidraited and starved. You need to take better care of yourself.."
The empty waiting room was filled with white noise- the muffled news, squeaky trolleys, HRTmachines. That kind of stuff. I thought I'd break the silence.
"Do you think he'll be ok?"
"Yeah but we gotta go soon.."
After about an hour we left, leaving us a little over an hour to get to Tolkein's.
"Just drop me off at mine, Kenny said he'd take me," I told him.
"But..-" I cut him off.
"You said you wanted space so here you go," I said coldly.
He stopped at my house and let me go home a last. I carried my hevy luggage body up to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I sunk into the bed's soft embrace and snuggled in to it. Before I knew it, I had fell asleep.
A/N
So um, I actually wrote this ages but forgot to upload it so sorry for that..
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Sorry for the short chapter too, a new long chapter will be uploaded later this week<3
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