☠️South Park is dead ☠️

☠️Chocolate and scars☠️

Stan of the dead 💀
Stan:*whines*" dude Kyle I wanted the bed."
Kyle:" to bad Stan you should've been faster"
He smiles at me. Mocking me that he got the big cozy double bed before I could get to it.
Stan:" can we at least swap every night?"
Kyle pretended to think for a bit before smugly replying.
Kyle:" maybe we could... if you gimme that chocolate bar you've been hiding."
Stan:" dam it Kyle I was saving that you sneaky bitch"
He started laughing. He put his hand out waiting on the candy to be placed into his hand. I reluctantly slammed it into his hand with unnecessary frustration. He started to giggle more which eventually turned my frown into a soft smile. I couldn't help it he just has such a contagious laugh. I sat on the end of the bed and looked around the room.

Stan:" so we finally have a place to stay now."
Kyle:" yeah it's nice the rooms are quiet luxurious and I'm surprised no ones been here yet and that it's not run down. Much better than that old warehouse."
He took a bite out of the chocolate bar and my tummy grumbled loudly, he looked over at me and his eyes softened. He held the bar out and i took bite. He took another bite then I took one and we continued to do this until it was gone. I nodded at him thanking him for sharing.
Kyle:" you should probably change then go to bed you've been driving for along time now"
He took my hat off and ruffled my hair playfully I smiled at him before hugging him tight. He instantly hugged me back. I let go and walked over to the draw where I went to change into my pyjamas but as soon as I took my shirt off Kyle gasps and walks over to me. I look down at my chest and stomach to see what the matter was. I was covered in cuts and bruises from recent zombie fights. He walked over and gently touched the biggest bruise with his fingers, I cringed slightly at the pain and he instantly pulled back. He looked sad.
He walked over to his draw and pulled out a small basic medical kit with a few bandages and a bottle of liquid. He glazed his fingers over one of my scars and I grit my teeth together tight. He notices but continues to focus on whatever he was doing. He dabbed a bit of the liquid on a small tissue and went to place it on my scar.
Kyle:" Stan I'm not going to lie to you... this is gunna hurt like a bitch."
Before I could reply I was screaming in pain and wincing and whining like a little girl. My eyes were pouring tears of complete pain and I could feel my legs go limp as the stinging from scar increased. It felt like I was being stabbed or hit with a axe or ripped in half. I couldn't take the pain I could see my vision going blurry I was definitely going to pass out. Kyle looked extremely worried like he was debating what to do so with his free hand he grabbed mine and allowed me to squeeze it tightly. I closed my eyes and let the presence of my best friend calm me and restore my breathing to normal. Don't get me wrong I was still in agonising pain but something about Kyle being there made it just the tiniest bit more tolerable. I finally felt the pain end and I opened my eyes to see Kyle who still looked guilty and sad.
Kyle:" sorry Stan... but I couldn't risk it getting infected especially since we don't know if the virus is airborne"
He looked down he obviously felt bad. I hugged him tightly and told him it was fine and just reassured him that he doesn't have to feel bad about it. He finally looked up at me and smiled weakly.
Kyle:" you should sleep on the bed tonight.... I'll take the sofa you've had a long few weeks"
I pulled him back into a hug before flopping onto the bed and falling asleep almost instantly.