§°Sweet Tears°§

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Stan's P.O.V

When the call ended I sigh heavily

I could see my breath

It will always get colder at night and will start snowing

That's South Park for ya

To make it worse I was sitting in a cold bench

"Hey, buddy...I brought you some hot chocolate"

I look up and smile

It was Kyle

"Thanks, dude"

I grab it and took a sip of it

It was warm and it felt nice

"How's butters?"

"He's fine, I check on him but fuck...this is all Kenny fault he made butters suffered"

I waited for his response it took a while

"Look, Stan. . . Kenny just doesn't really understand his own feelings towards him"

My heart felt hurt hearing that and mad

"Ugh yeah let me just pretend that's the answer for now"

I got up and started to walk home

I threw the cup of hot chocolate in a nearby trash-can

Kenny P.O.V

I quickly got up and grab my orange jacket

In the process, I had grabbed the keys and ran to my trashy truck

'This can't be happening I'm actually fucking freaking out...I need to see if he's at least okay'

I drove as fast as I can it was around 2.a.m and police in this town aren't that great

So me getting pull over won't happen

When I got to the hospital I turn off my truck and dash inside

To the front desk

There stood a young woman

She looks tired and bored

"Excuse me! I'm visiting for Butters Scotch"

She nods and looks through her computer

I waited and bit my lip

I couldn't wait

Each second seem like a wall wanting to break

I tap my finger into the desk

She then looked at me annoyed

"Okay, his in room 110-"

When I heard those numbers I sprinted to look at each side