Stan's POV:
It's been a few weeks since Kyle was admitted to hospital, he's been doing a lot better his mental health has improved significantly and he's finally in therapy. His therapist is lovely, her name is Dr. Kay and she really likes Kyle. She's helped him out with his parental issue and his parents are nicer to him now I mean yeah they aren't quite there yet but they are really taking in his feelings and they are trying to get used to the fact Kyle isn't straight. Me and Him have really gotten on well, I've stuck by his side the whole time he's been unwell but I can really see a change in him now. I came out to my family a couple of weeks ago and they were unsure at first but now they don't mind. Me and my dad have made up, my parents told me I can come back any time I want. Kyle's grades have dropped a bit but the school are letting him off since he's been in hospital, my grades have stayed the same since I had to go back to school 2 days after it happened. Luckily Kyle gets released in 2 days so we are going to a party at Craig's House to celebrate. Kyle has had to learn how to keep himself up because the amount of my meds he took really had an effect on him but he's alright now he's just going to need to be on crutches for a while and then he should be back to normal.
2 days later..
Kyle's POV:
It's weird being out of the hospital. No blinding fluorescent lights, No one crying, and me having to use crutches. I'm not very good at using them so whenever I do use them Stan is eyeing me like a hawk to make sure I don't fall. My therapist prescribed me some meds for my mental health issues but I'm strictly supervised so I don't try to overdose again. It feels like Stan is babysitting me every time I do anything, it's kinda annoying. I can barely sit down without him having to check on me every 5 minutes. My parents seem to like me a little bit now, but they still act like assholes to me, I was dying in the hospital and they only cared about hospital bills. Ike wanted a new PS5 or something, and my parents blamed me for not being able to afford it right now. Never mind that, Craig's Party is tonight and it's gonna be weird. Everyone knows I was in the hospital but most kids don't know why. I sit up in my bed, and grab for my crutches, I should probably get ready.
Stan's POV:
"Fucking hell why is there no clothes in this God damn hou- AHH FUCK SAKE MAX GET OFF OF MY FACE!" I shout. Max jumped on my face and was scratching it. "Meow" I turned around to see Harley biting my shoes. "HARLEY NO THEY ARE BRAND NEW!" I shout at her. I finally got Max off my face and I ran over to Harley. "HARL- AHH SHIT!" I fell over while screaming at her but it scared both of them away so that was good. I got up and shut the door before they could run back in and went back to my closet, i finally found a nice top and pants to wear to the party and put them on.
DING
The doorbell rang, it was probably Kyle I went over to answer the door and I was right it was Kyle. I opened the door and greeted him. I could tell he was getting pissed off by me watching him all the time but I was told by his therapist to keep watch of him to make sure he's getting on okay. He turned to face me and he looked like his breathing had been restricted by something. "Stan you look gorgeous but what the fuck happened to your face its bleeding." I hadn't even noticed that it was bleeding, "Fucking Max jumped out my closet and started scratching my face and Harley was eating my shoes." I told him. "Well that sucks for you because these cats love their other dad." He said and picked them up. "Dont you babies.. yes you do." He said in a baby voice. "Kyle I love that your bonding with your kids but we need to go." I say. "Wait Stan.. before we go uh" he stops and swallows. "What are we?" I freeze. "Uh well I dont really know.." I say. "Well we've got cats together, we kiss and cuddle and stuff and we basically live together because I'm here so much so.. boyfriends??" He says. I think for a second before speaking up. "Yeah. Boyfriends!" We laugh. "Dude you've got to move in here properly soon." I suggest "Yeah I really do."
Kyle's POV:
We arrived at the party and everyone is staring at us like we just murdered someone right in front of them. These crutches are uncomfortable and they are making my shoulders hurt. It's bad enough that everyone is staring at us, Wendy comes running over to Stan and throwing him into a hug. He seems weirded out and I want to die again but instead I just look away. Kenny spots us and comes over, "Mmpm! Mpuhm?" He says which translates to 'Hey Guys! How you doing?' Butters walks over too, "Uh Hey Kyle, golly you're really hurt aren't ya?" I shrug and sigh. I should take my meds. I find a chair and sit down, I unzip the belly bag I had strapped around my shoulder and take out my pill bottle. "Don't wanna overdose again, Jew!" I look up to see Cartman smirking at me with an arm around Heidi. "What the actual fuck man-" I say, getting pissed off. Stan walks over and sits next to me, and notices Cartman, "Fuck off fatass." I glare at him as he rolls his eyes and strolls away. I open my pills and take a few. "Damn dude-" Stan looks at me, "Already?" "Everyone at this party is pointing out my suicide attempt or kissing you so yeah, I am already." I say with a fake smile.
Stan's POV:
I watched Kyle take his pills and rolled my eyes at the fact people have already caused him to take his meds. I put my head on his shoulder and sighed. "Is it Cartman?" I ask him. "Well not just Cartman but this whole situation is weir-."
Kyle got cut off because Wendy threw herself on me cuddling into me. "Stannnnn baby get back with me Tolkien is a total bitchhh." I push her off. "Wendy what the fuck?!" I shout at her. "Stanney what was that for?" She looks at me with anger in her eyes but she's clearly had some drinks. She's a lightweight so that explains why she's already drunk. "Kyle are you okay?" I ask him. "I'm fine.." he replies. "Are you sure you are?" I ask not very reassured from his answer. "IM FINE STAN JUST HELP ME UP SO I CAN DRAMATICALLY LEAVE THE HOUSE!" He shouts. I try not to laugh because that would piss him off more and I help him up and he does what he says, he dramatically left the house. "Stanley baby help me upp.." Wendy said with a baby voice. "Fuck off Wendy!" I say and she runs off to Bebe. I sit back down on the couch and sigh, then realise I should probably go after Kyle. So I do and i see him sat outside so I go out.
Kyle's POV:
I hear the door open and someone sits beside me. It's Stan, but I just want to be alone right now. I mean it's good Stan is here because otherwise I would be chugging my bottle of pills and die right on the spot, but I'm pissed. The door slams open again, Bebe and Wendy glare at Stan before Bebe takes him by the arm and forces him to stand up. "You asshole! Why won't you take Wendy back?! She's changed!" Bebe screams at him while Wendy pretends to cry. I try to get up to help him but I can't walk and I can't reach my crutches. "Kyle, stay it's alright" He says reassuring me but I'm still stressed out. "TAKE WENDY BACK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! STOP RUNNING AROUND WITH THIS DEPRESSED FAGGOT AND DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR ONCE!" I flinch at the word 'faggot.'Bebe is either high or drunk because she normally never acts like this. I'm starting to panic now and I'm beginning to hyperventilate, I try the exercises my therapist taught me but it isn't helping much. Stan starts screaming back at the 2 girls and Tolkien steps out side, "Babe? What the fuck are you doing?" I hear him ask. Stan's going off at those 2 girls and these girls are playing the victim. Tolkien steps in and starts taking Wendy's side, then he punches Stan right in the jaw.
Stan's POV:
The pain in my jaw is enough to send me haywire, I punch Tolkien straight in the face and kick him in the nuts he falls backwards. Wendy is screaming at Tolkien to fight back while Bebe is screaming at me to stop but Kyle stands there speechless. I jump on Tolkien while he's on the floor and start punching the shit out of him. Bebe hit me once in the nose and it started bleeding but she couldn't do anything else before Craig, Tweek, Butters, Kenny, Cartman and Clyde run out and break it up. Clyde, Tweek and Craig holding me back while Kenny and Butters hold Tolkien back. Cartman somehow got Bebe and Wendy inside, Butters and Kenny took Tolkien to the bathroom to clean him up because I fucked him up. Clyde, Tweek and Craig went to get stuff to clean me up so I stayed with Kyle. "Kyle I'm so sorry this happened I swear I don't want her I want you I'm sorry you had to go through that.." He looks at me in shame, "Stan.. what do we do clearly girls want you and you should go for them because your an attractive teenage boy.. live your life while you can." He says. Those words break my heart into 10 million pieces. "Kyle you know I dont want them, I stuck by your side the whole time you were in hospital I let you live with me for fuck sake and you still tell me that I should go for them." I say harshly. "Is this your way of saying we should break up because every single time I try to do something nice for you I just get pushed away." "Just tell me please.. do you still want me or is it time we part ways..?"
Kyle's POV:
"Stan, the whole point I took those pills was to not live-" I say through my teeth, "I didn't want you to find me, I didn't ask you to punch through my window and save me." He looks at me with a pissed expression, and I grab my crutches to leave. It's not like I wanted to live I think, for all I care he can go bang Wendy upstairs. I sit on a couch I find and take my earbuds out of my pocket. I plug them into my phone and blast my playlist, ignoring everyone around me. I feel that urge, the urge to take those pills out of my bag and leave this cruel world. The urge to take something sharp and cut my neck. That urge. My fists clench and close my eyes to further block out the noise. I try to take deep breaths and get that thought off my mind but it won't go away. It keeps crawling back up. I feel my eyes tear up and my breath is getting shorter, No, I'm not gonna cry in-front of kids from school. I think to myself but the tears roll down and I cover my face with my sleeves. I try to cry quietly but those little gasps escape my mouth and soon less than half of the party I staring at me which just makes me cry harder. No one comforts me, they just watch, judge and snicker.
Stan's POV:
I'm so done with this shit it's not working between us, I message him.
Ky ❤:
Me: -I'm going home do you want a lift or not-
Ky ❤: -No go without me-
Me: -K-
I go over to my car and start it, I start driving home but then I drive past the store. I think to myself for a minute before spinning the car around and heading there, luckily one of my friends works here so I can get anything I want. I pull up and park my car, I get out and walk into the store and see my friend Nate. I put my hand up to him as a hello and go to the alcohol isle, I grab 2 packs of beer and go to the desk where Nate is. "You alright Stan you seem upset?" He asks. "My friend, he's really depressed at the moment and everytime I'm nice to him he just shuts me out I don't know what to do." I respond. "Ah sorry mate don't know how to help you all I can advise you to do is be patient with him." He says. "I guess your right anyway I'll see you soon Yeah?" I reply. "You bet! Bye stan." I walk out the shop. I walk back to my car and get in and drive home. I walk in the house and instantly open a beer, I'm greeted by the cats who are all over me. I stroke them both before throwing myself on the couch and keep drinking. Within 3 hours I've finished all 8 drinks..