I still Love You - South Park Post COVID [Style]

Chapter 10

Kyle

I sat bored in the waiting room, my arms crossed and my leg bouncing anxiously while I waited. My lips pulled into a straight line as the three across from me caught my attention.

"Un-cle, Kyle."

Cartman dragged out the syllables, hunching over his baby and motioning towards me. The infant only sucked their pacifier contently with a confused expression while they glared at me. I could practically feel the hated tension between me and that baby.

"Un-cle, Kyle.
Say it Hackelm. Un-cle, Kyle."

He pulled out his pacifier, squinted their eyes, and smiled devilishly. "Fuck you, Kyle."

On the car ride from the school to the hospital, Cartman and Yentl again tried to talk to me about the previous night. They apologized for their homophobic remarks and surprisingly made a somewhat peace between us. I had a justified attitude the whole talk, but I agreed that they could stay for another day.

I zoned out while listening to Cartman trying to teach his baby. A stone-like look of unenthusiasm rested on my face. All I could think of was Stan in that moment. What could he and his dad be doing right now? Did he figure out his connection with Kenny's death, yet? What have they talked about? Millions of these thoughts swirled in my mind as I questioned Stan's safety with Randy.

Those concerns were short-lived as Tolkien approached, looking exhausted. "It isn't going to work. The hospital says we don't have authorization to see Kenny's remains."

"What?!"

"Sounds like someone doesn't want us to see Kenny's remains. 'Cause we might find the truth."

"There has to be a way for us to get in there."

"Ha ha. Fuck you, Uncle Kyle!"

"Hackelm!"

I couldn't care any less for Cartman and his family anymore. My mind tried to work out scenarios as to how we could get inside. My fingers gripped harshly into the material of my jeans. I felt so, out of control of this situation. We had gotten do close and now all hope could be lost of figuring this out unless we somehow see Kenny's corpse. I really wish Stan were here. Though he isn't the most logical, he always had some kind of plan when shit went south.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
"Stan?"

I immediately jumped from my seat and threw myself into the other man, squeezing him in a tight embrace. I refused to let go, it felt like forever since I'd seen him and we've both missed so much information between each other.

I finally released my arms from around him to rest on his shoulders, his hands at my hips as we looked at one another with undeniable smirks.

"What are you doing here?" Cartman asked, waddling towards us with Tolkien and Yentl close behind.

I suddenly felt embarrassed and moved to stand by Stan's side, his left arm still around my waist.

"I've been trying to find out who killed Kenny. I think I know where he stored the information."

"It's in his asshole." Cartman and I spoke in unison.