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Chapter 24 is the shit over yet?

Kyle's point of view

It was late when I'd gotten the news about Stan. He promised me. I made him promise me and he fucking lied to me. Now it's 1:00 AM, I'm sitting in a car with my mom driving to the hospital. He's having his stomach pumped right now. Pray to god he's still alive when we get there. I'm surprised he even has a chance. Though if he's gone, I swore I'd stick to my word. I need him. Did he even realize how much I really care? I kissed him. I kissed him and I meant every second of it. I should have said more. If I lose my best friend tonight and he never gets to know how I really feel about him, I'd throw myself into a fire before I come to accept it. There's something that's too special about him to let go. I want to hold his hand right now, but for the moment my other hand is replacing the empty desire. My tears fall on my interlocked fingers. It was never meant to be this way. Now I'm on my way to a ninety percent chance of disappointment.

"Do you think he's going to make it?" I stutter to my mom.

She avoids my eye contact. "Kyle, sometimes things don't work out fully as planned. The best we can do is expect the worst but hope for the best."

That broke me. If I didn't have any faith in Stan, I'd jump out of this car right now. Everyone's dying today, might as well take me too. Kenny's gone, and if Stan leaves me then I'll have no one. Cartman is a fat, selfish, inconsiderate asshole who never appreciates what he has. I don't want to be alone.

I need Stan. I need him more than anything and I should've never left him alone without showing how much he really mean to me. I've been confused. Being around Stan actually made sense. Please don't take him away from me. Not for a long time. I don't want to die until he dies. This is not the end to his story. It really can't be.

Hold on, Stan, I'm coming for you.