(This is very late but I started writing it a few days after the episode came out, but still, Spoiler Alert)
Stan's POV
I sit in the hospital, connected to hoses and wires that keep me alive. Thank fuck I'm not dead. Though, with the pain I was in it felt like it. My parents aren't even here. Surprisingly, considering mom was overreacting about them. When it actually matters, they don't care. Man I feel loved.
I hear the door open, is it mom? For once I want my mom. God I sound like a child. There are footsteps and I look over. Craig is standing next to my bed.
"I... never got to say..." he starts
"What?" I respond, though it's mumbled.
"I... really valued you as a friend... I..." He smiles sadly "I idolized you and... I don't want to see you go..." He takes my hand and rubs the back of it.
"Craig... I'm gonna make it out of here..." I'm breathing heavily, in pain.
"If only I could make it better for you..." Craig says
"You're here... that's enough..." I wince slightly smiling softy.
"Yeah... But I can't make the bullet wound go away..." Craig responds
"You being here takes the pain away..." I respond, Craig caresses my cheek, but it's short lived.
"Oh my god Stan!" Tweek exclaims "how are you doing? You look awful!" Tweek runs up to me. I forgot Tweek existed. I forgot Tweek took my man.
"I'm hanging in there..." I answer "it's hard to sleep with all this shit attached to me. They have to put me on a lot of things just for me to things I thought were so easy..." I add
"I'm so sorry Stan..." Tweek adds
"It's fine... you weren't the kid shooting up the school." I respond
"Well... I wasn't the kid... but I know who did... and... I kinda asked him to target you..." Tweek looks down in shame, twiddling his thumbs.
"Why would you do that?!" Craig exclaims angrily
"Ca we discuss it later?" Tweek asks
"No. I'd quite like to know" I state
"Well... Craig is always... he always seems so... captured by you. I was... jealous..." Tweek answers
"So your solution was to shoot me?!" I exclaim, wincing afterward. My heartbeat raises, I can tell because the beeping monitor is speeding up.
"I... I didn't know what else to do! I-" Tweek leaves, in a panic and shame.
"You're probably gonna leave too, huh? To go after him?" I ask, I feel the mask over my face lift up, and a pair of lips press against mine. I move mine against his. Craig's. It feels so right. He pulls away, putting the mask back over my face.
"I have to go, but I'll be back real soon" he rubs his thumb against my cheek while he says it. Walking out afterward.
A few hours later, after I had a nap and tried to eat. Which has proven to be difficult, I give up shortly after starting, but the nurses try to get me to eat more. I give it another go, but it hurts. I ultimately give up.
"Stan?" I hear, it doesn't sound like Craig. It's far to feminine. Wendy?
"Hey..." I respond, sitting up to look at whoever is at the door. Yep. Wendy.
"Oh my goodness you look awful..." she says, rushing over and hugging me.
"Heh.... but it's improving." I respond "please... not so tight.. it hurts..." I add, she lets me go.
"Im sorry!" She exclaims, kissing my cheek multiple times, it doesn't feel the same.
"It's fine..." I respond, Craig walks back in, then stops and looks kinda hurt as he sees Wendy on me, he backs up and disappears from my view.
"Wait Craig!" I sigh, Wendy looks confused "please get Craig back in here... I just saw him!" I exclaim, she gets up and quickly leaves the room, coming back with Craig. He sits on the edge of the bed. I hold my hand out for him, he takes it, squeezing it slightly until he realizes the needles, tubes, and wires sticking in my hand.
"Wendy..." I look down
"Yes?" She responds, chipper.
"I'm in love with Craig." I state
"What?!" She exclaims "He's taken!" She adds
"Not anymore." He Sighs and looks down. He left Tweek... because of that? Because he made an attempt to kill me? Well... not really but... planned for someone else to.
"So... you two are..?" Wendy asks
"No... well... I'm gonna die so... it would be pointless to.." I answer
"You're breaking up with me?" She asks
"Yeah..?" I answer
She sighs "I don't even know why I bother." She leaves Craig and I.
"How are you feeling?" I ask
"That should be the question I ask you" he chuckles sadly. I sigh and shift forward to get to him, I ignore the pain as I lean forward to hug him. He goes to hug back but I give in to the pain and fall back down onto the bed.
"Oh my! Are you okay?!" Craig responds
"Yeah... you just looked like you needed a hug... I was gonna go through the pain for you but... it hurts so bad..." I respond, laying down makes most of the pain subside.
"If you wanted to hug me, just say so, I can move" Craig shifts so he's laying next to me, he carefully wraps an arm around me, not touching the bullet wound that's in my side. His head goes on my shoulder, he's facing sideways and I'm facing the ceiling.
"Did you leave Tweek because he hurt me?" I ask
"No... I left him because I felt the need to protect you, rather than him. I know he didn't really have anything to do with it... but he ordered a hit on you... I can't forgive him for that." Craig says
I remove the oxygen mask from my mouth. I don't really need it, but I have it, It just keeps me from getting nervous about not having enough air. I look at Craig and sigh, reaching my hand over. The pain stings but I don't care. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him passionately. He kisses back, as passionately as he can. He pulls back after a bit, and I pull my hand away, god that stings, and they told me not to twist around like that. Just so the stitches don't pop, or some shit like that.
"You weren't... being serious with Wendy... right? You're gonna live..." He asks
"Yes. I'm gonna live" I answer "If I haven't died yet, then I won't. I'm getting better, and I'm fighting for my life." I add Craig smiles and kisses me again.
"Are we interrupting something?" I hear a voice ask, I pull away to look at my parents, I smile lightly, they finally showed up.
"No, it's f-" I start, dad cuts me off
"That's not Wendy! Why are you kissing on a boy?" Dad asks
"Because I like this boy..." I answer, Craig continues to cuddle me, and my parents walk over to the side of my bed.
"How are you doing?" Mom asks
"Who cares? Obviously you guys don't. I've been in here for three days and you didn't visit me once." I sigh and look away, giving Craig an Eskimo kiss.
"Stan." Mom says a bit firmly.
"I'm doing a hell of a lot better than I was a few days ago. When I would've killed for a hug from you or dad... when I wanted to go home. When I wanted parental comfort." I glare at them
"Stan... calm down..." Craig whispers to me, I take a few deep breaths
"Fine... I'm sorry... I just..." I look down
"It's fine, Son, As long as you're getting better" Mom says
"Yeah! They said I should be out pretty soon." I smile "A week at most! They said I was getting better a lot quicker than other people, but I'm fighting" I smile
"Don't give up hope baby, you're gonna get out of here just fine" Mom says
"I know..." I respond, we sit in an awkward silence before they excuse theirselves.
"You're getting out in a week?" Craig asks
"At most..." I answer
"As long as you're okay" Craig responds, cuddling into me a bit more. "This doesn't hurt, right?" He adds
"Not at all... I've never been more comfortable." I answer, moving my head to rest on his.
"You love me?" He asks, going back to my earlier statement to Wendy.
"Yeah, I mean.. I shouldn't, but when we kissed... I felt it." I answer
"Date me." Craig states
"Are you sure you're ready for another relationship?" I ask
"Tweek and I were on the rocks beforehand... I've been ready since long before we broke up..." he answers
"Okay. Let's date." I respond, kissing his cheek.
For once, everything feels okay.
