Chapter 9: Crying Hearts
“I’m so sorry (f/n),” I whisper to her.
Coming into the doors, the doctors come in, informing us what we had already figured out. Thus causing her to cry harder into my parka as I caress her head and rub her back in comfort…
“Why did this happen,” (f/n) asked angrily, thick tears sliding down her face.
“I’m sorry…I could have done something…,” I think to myself.
She looked up to me from my parka, but she had not left her tightened grasp. I looked at her with my bright blue eyes, saddened. Moaning, she dug her face onto my shoulder and cried harder. I didn’t know how long we’ve been here, but it must have been a while.
“Miss (l/n), um…Mister Mccormic needs to leave. You will need to be staying a few more nights to check…after what just occurred…,” said the nurse, as she left solemnly.
Being pushed back lightly, I got up with a now soaking parka. Timidly, she lifted up a shaking right hand barely grabbing the bottom of his parka. Her other arm limp held her broken left hand weighing it down like a boulder.
Turning around, I put my hand on her shoulder, and I look at her with a small smile. From her expression, she knew my blue eyes held enormous amount of sympathy for me…
Giving her a hug, I rub her back and whispers, “I’ll be back…I need to make it up to you—”
Pushing me away, she yells fiercely, “You saved my life first! I owe you more…even if you couldn’t…you can’t avenge it…”
Confused, I open my mouth to speak but was cut off once more.
“…i-it’s…it’s my job to do that Kenny…,” silently said (f/n).
Nodding, I get up and leave silently…thinking to myself.
“a-ah…Kenny…wait…,” (f/n) pleaded lightly, but I as too deep in thought to notice.
Exiting the building, I stand outside the entrance doorway. Thinking I should be on my way home…I just…I can’t fucking accept this! It fucking died! It’s dead…because I couldn’t save it…now (f/n) has no child…and Cartman…CARTMAN! He’ll fucking pay! THAT BASTARD! He’s fucking lucky if I don’t bump into the poor bastard at this moment.
Lifting up the hood of my parka, I sigh and walk towards the park. I don’t necessarily feel like going home right away…anyway everyone’s probably fighting or dead drunk.
“I can’t fucking wait for tomorrow…” I mutter to myself.
Not surprisingly Cartman has missed out on school…again. It’s been four days, and he doesn’t have a fucking vagina to get his fatass to school and face (f/n) or me. Then again, (f/n) has been forced to stay at home and is currently taking therapy. I haven’t heard from her since. I don’t believe anyone knows of her situation. In fact, the school just said she was ill for the time being. I wonder if she called in for a special request or some shit like that…
“Kenny! It’s been four days…do you know anything about (f/n),” asked Stan abruptly as I closed my locker.
“Mmmp mrrmph,” I ask.
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Although he isn't looked upon as one of the high class or ordinary peers, you learn to become accustomed to this one guy with two identities...along with others...some are assholes and others not AS much. But what can you do? It is South Park after...