Stan

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Kyle's POV:

    I arrived on floor four and heard the elevator ding. My stomach started churning. I didn't know what I was gonna see. I slowly walked to the room number they told me. I was greeted by a doctor and she told me I could go in and see him. She also told me that I shouldn't wake him up. Maybe in the morning.
    "Alright you can go and see him, good luck." The doctor said with a tired smile. I opened the door. I saw him laying there in the hospital bed. He didn't look that bad I guess... I just really hope he gets better soon. The doctor came back in and told me I could stay here for as long as I want because he doesn't need that heavy life-support or anything like that. Of course, his parents are going to come so I just thought I would stay here for a little while. I sat on the chair next to the bed. I looked at his face. I brushed his beautiful, black hair that he ruined with bleach off of his eyes, which were closed. He was so fucking pretty dude. I closed my eyes and then it was day again. I mean I don't really remember falling asleep, but I guess I did because it's the morning now. I slept in that chair for hours waiting for him? I guess I did or maybe I was just tired.
    I heard rustling in the bed sheets. Maybe he's awake!
   "Kyle is that you?" Stan said in a tired voice trying to get up, but soon realizing his leg was all bandaged up and bloody. my heart started beating faster. Stan was perfectly fine.
    "Why are you here this early?" He still seemed confused. It was like 5 AM. I don't know who woke each other up first, but we kind of woke up at the same time. He sat up on his bed. I guess he can still sit up without using his bad leg.
    Before I knew it, we were chatting away, like we always did after me, explaining why I was sitting next to his bed on a chair all night.
   "You really love me that much huh?" He said half joking. He was so cute lol. Before I knew it, I was just looking at him, blushing. "Dude.." I suddenly came back to realization. "Oh shit- sorry." I said, avoiding eye contact after doing the complete opposite.
    Why was I so nervous around him all of a sudden? I mean, I've liked him for a while now but I guess now that we both know that I can't talk to him like we're just friends.
    I glanced over at him quickly and saw he was flustered too.
    Fuck.

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