˗ˏˋ Still Hurting 'ˎ˗ | Stan Marsh Angst

Covered in Scars I Did Nothing to Earn

3rd Person's POV

Kyle and Stan made it to his house. Kyle walked through the door and dragged Stan upstairs to his room. He sat Stan down on the bed, smiling a little.

"Alright, stay here. I'm going to get some medicine for your arm and proper bandages. Take your jacket off so I can see the wound better." Kyle smiled at Stan as he walked out of the room.

Stan blushed at Kyle's smile, but that blush went away as he slowly took off his jacket. He looked down at his arms, seeing the t-shirt and scars all over his arms. He felt his heart starting to race, and tears filled his eyes. He didn't want Kyle to see him like this. He started panicking again, grabbing the small blade out of his pocket, and holding it to his arm.

Before he could do anything, Kyle walked back into the room.

"Okay, I should have all the" Kyle gasped and dropped everything on the ground, running to Stan. Kyle took the blade out of his hand in a panic.

Stan looked shocked as he looked up at Kyle.

"G-Give it back!" Stan yelled, shaking and starting to cry.

"I'm not going to sit here and have you hurt yourself!" Kyle took the blade and threw it out of the window.

Stan watched him, starting to panic. He held his arms close to his chest, curling up in a ball on Kyles's bed.

Kyle looked at Stan and frowned.

"Dude..." He walked over and grabbed all the things he dropped on the floor and sat down next to Stan. He gently grabbed Stan's arm, unwrapping the t-shirt from his arm.

Stan looked up at Kyle, crying and shaking.

Kyle looked at Stan and gave a small reassuring smile. Kyle grabbed some alcohol and gently started rubbing it on Stan's cut.

Stan hissed in pain and grabbed onto Kyle's shirt in pain.

"Almost done, dude..." He finished cleaning his wound and grabbed bandages. He wrapped Stan's arm with a bandage wrap.

Stan looked up at Kyle and sniffled. Kyle gently grabbed Stan's arm and gently ran his fingers over Stan's old scars.

"Promise me you'll try and stop..." Kyle looked at Stan with a serious look on his face. Stan got anxious and worried, looking away from Kyle.

Kyle used his hand to make Stan look at him again.

"Promise me." Kyle was sounding more serious.

"I... I don't know if I can stop... it helps me call down when I'm panicking... I don't know what else to do I-" Stan's hands started to shake, trying not to cry again

Kyle held Stan's hands tightly.

"Call me or text me if you started to panic, and I will be there for you. I'll always be here."

Stan looked at Kyle and blushed.

"I can try..." Stan sighed, feeling like he could trust Kyle, and started feeling exhausted.

"Thank you..." Kyle smiled, feeling relieved.

Stan closed his eyes and fell asleep, holding Kyle's hands.

Kyle looked over at Stan and blushed slightly. He placed a small kiss on Stan's forehead and sat down on the floor next to him, not leaving Stan's side, letting him sleep. He knew Stan needed to rest, and he didn't let go of Stan's hand.