this ISNT a oneshot btw
WEDNESDAY
Stan was, in pain.
He first felt it when he was eating breakfast
"Stan honey, stop playing with your food."
"Mom, I can't. My stomach hurts soo badly."
He then felt it at the bus stop, but assumed it was just the cold South Park air. He had always had a pretty shitty immune system.
"Cartman, you're massive, d'you think you could carry me around?"
"Kill yourself."
It came back in lesson time, while Garrison was rambling on about whatever-the-hell you shouldn't be teaching in a fourth grade history lesson.
"Mr Garrison, can I leave?"
"Not until you hear about what she said next-"
By the time lunch came around, Stan was sure he needed to go to the nurse.
"Oh my god," Stan stated, a look of pure despair on his face as he plopped down his lunch tray on the cafeteria table, most of the usual boys sitting around him.
"What?" Clyde asked, lifting his fork full of mashed potatoes in an almost-questioning way.
"I think I'm dying." Stan replied, burying his head in his hands.
"You're not dying Stan," Tolkien added, squinting his eyes in his stupid condescending manner.
Shut up Tolkien.
"I'm in so much pain . " Stan answered.
Kenny came and sat down with the boys, sitting between Stan and Cartman.
"Who's in so much pain?" he asked, eyebrows raised in a suggestive tone.
"Stan," Cartman answered, his finger pointing to the other in an accusing way.
Kenny took a large bite of his sandwich as Kyle sat down to join the boys.
"Did Wendy break up with you?" the blond asked.
"We haven't been together for ages."
Kyle sat up straighter, smiling at his food.
"Did she try to get back with you?" Kenny persisted.
"What?" Stan asked, raising his eyebrow in confusion.
"Did Kahl break up with you?" Cartman interrupted.
"Shut up, Cartman." both Kyle and Stan replied in unison.
They glanced at each other, both pink in the face.
Suddenly the pain in his chest grew worse.
"Hoolllyy shit." Stan whined, leaning back in his seat.
"I feel like there's something scratching the inside of my lungs."
"Go to the nurse's office then." Craig replied in his usual monotone voice.
Stan shoulders slumped.
"No, you don't get it, it's like I'm pregnant with a baby, whose limbs are knives,"
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