What Dreams can do part 21

I don't own South Park. I don't really own much...or much that would  
actually mean something to people. But especially not South Park. That  
is owned by the einstines if the 21st century...(ladies and  
gentlemen...please put your hands together for the ones, the  
onlies...) MATT STONE AND TREY PARKER!

BUTTERS POV.

"Butters, I have something to do for a little while. Stan and Kyle are  
here too look after you. Will you be okay while I'm gone?" Kenny asked  
as he stood up

"Where are you going?" I asked, wondering where was more important  
then with me.

"I just have a place to go, I'll try to be back in under a half hour."  
he smiled and grabbed his coat.

"Why wont you tell me where youre going?" i crossed my arms over my  
chest.

Kenny smirked and chuckled at my reaction, "Its a surprise, my love, i  
font want to ruin it for you." he kissed me goodbye and left the  
hospital room.

And I was now alone with Stan and Kyle. All alone. Desperatley alone  
with two people that care way too much about me.

"So how are you feeling." Kyle asked from his chair across the room.

"I'm good, I guess." I looked over at him, "At least the puking  
stopped." I smiled a little

"Yeah, that's good." Kyle smiled back, "You really worries us all this  
morning." Kyle put as much guilt into the statement as he possibly  
could.

"I'm sorry." I rested jy head against the hospital pillow.

"Why didn't you come get someone?" Stan asked, looking up from his  
Sports Illustrated magazine for the first time since Kenny left.

"It was too early to bother anyone." I met his peering gaze

"Its never too early when your puking your guts out." Kyle laughed

"I'm sorry. It's just that Kenny was just so beautful asleep. I didn't  
want to disturb him." I felt myself blush at admitting that out loud.

"Kenny was worried sick." Stan simply sighed

"I know. I didn't mean to worry him like I did." I coughed

"Well, I guess there was no harm done, so I suppsed it's all okay."  
Kyle grinned

"Yeah, yeah. I guess so." I smiled, more towards my own thoughts then  
the two keeping me company while my boyfriend is out and about.

Where was he anyways??? I looked at the clock. It was almost 5:00. He  
hadn't been gone long, but i missed him like crazy! Maybe he was so  
worried he went out to a bar. He's gonna get drunk all cause I didn't  
tell him about my sickness. That's not right. He shouldn't be drinking  
at a time like this! He's gonna get drunk, then drive back, and get  
hit and die. He can't fucking die on me. That's not how this was  
supposed to work.

Oh My God! I am turning into Tweek! I thought to myself.

But still, if Kenny is out drinking he is gonna get an earfull when he  
gets back. Maybe he went to do drugs too.

He left to calmly to be doing anything wrong. He said it was a  
surprise for me. And I'm sure he wouldn't get me his corpse as a  
present.

I relaxed shortly after that Tweek-like mental outburst. Kyle and Stan  
tried to indulge me in more mindless conversation, but I showed my  
disintrist by refusing vocal contact with them. I communicated with  
head nods and hand signals.

I think Stan was the first to catch onto my lonliness, "You miss  
Kenny, dont you?" he asked, placing the magazine on the stand next to  
him.

I just nodded in reply as my eyes filled with small tears. None  
escaped and I soon stopped any sign of crying.

"Its okay. I miss Stan like crazy when we aren't together," Kyle  
wrapped his arms around Stans neck.

"Its not really that I miss him, it's more like I'm worried about  
him." I looked over at them

"Hmm? That's kinda strange coming from the one in the hospital bed."  
Kyle laughed

"I think he's doing drugs to get rid of some of the stress I cause  
him." I shuttered at the thought

"Butters, Kenny's not doing drugs. Kenny is a good guy." Stan tried to  
comfort me.

"He came over to my house once. It was when we    When I was home  
alone. His parents had beat him, so he came to my house and brought  
his joint making materials. He lit one right in my room. And he smoked  
it until it burned to ash between his fingertips. Then he passed out  
on my bed." I sighed, "He can't handle pressure."

"I never knew that..." Stan looked at me.

"No one does, just us." I shook my head.

"I can see why." Kyle grinned

"Yeah. I think he's at it again." I sobbed.

"Butters," Kyle walked over to me, "I don't think Kenny would do that.  
Where ever he is, I'm sure he's sober."

"How do you know that!" I moved from his touch,

"Butters!" Stan yelled at my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really really worried!" I sobbed again

"Here," Stan pulled his phone out of his pocket, "I will call him and  
prove to you that he is sober." he clicked a few buttons on his cell  
phone.

He put the phone up to his ear and waited a couple seconds. I heard  
Kenny's voicemail throught the other end of the phone,

"Hey, it's Kenny M. I can't get to the phone right now, but leave a  
message and I'll call you back later."

I frowned. He was either really drunk or really high. I was absolutley  
positive of it now.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't think he's drunk." Kyle rubbed my  
shoulder.

"It's okay," I sobbed, "but I do."

I started crying uncontrolablly. Kyle tried his best to comfort me  
while Stan kept trying to get ahold of Kenny.

20 minutes later, Kenny walked through the hospital door. He walked in  
on me crying and Kyle hugging me. Stan was sitting in the chair on the  
other end of the room sending maybe his 50th text to Kenny.

"Butters, what's wrong baby. Why are you crying? Are you in pain?" he  
ran over to me.

Kyle walked away from me and Kenny took his place. Kyle walked back  
over to the empty seat next to Stan.

"Butters, what's wrong?" Kenny asked running his hand down my jaw line.

"Where were you?" I cried out

"Thats not important right now." he shook his head, "Now, why are you  
crying?"

"You weren't doing drugs were you." I came out and said it.

"What?" he asked

"Were you gone to smoke pot?" I asked more clearly

"N-No! Absolutley not!" he shouted, a little shocked I had jumped to  
that conclusion.

"Then where were you?" I asked

"I told you," he kissed my forehead, "It's a surprise. You will find  
out in a couple of days." he ran his fingers through my hair, pushing  
a few stray stands towards my ear.

"Kenny, I don't like surprises." I smiled a little and dried my own  
tears for a change

"Too bad, you have to wait." he stood up.

I pouted playfully. He let out a small laugh, the sat on the end of  
the bed, leaning against my shins. I looked over at Stan and Kyle who  
were talking quietly to themselves, not seeming to notice out  
conversation on the other side if the room.

With Kenny back in the room, I felt safe, secure, and happy. It was  
home again. Kenny is my home.

"Come on, let's get out of this fucking hospital." Kenny fake shuttered

"Yeah, I really don't see why Butters has to be here anyways?" Kyle  
jumped back to earth, though I suppose Stan is his world.

"I'm gonna get a nurse to let you go." Kenny stood up and left the room.

A few minutes later, a young nurse came in to check my vitals and  
release me from this fucking hospital.

Kyle and Stan left us. We went home by ourselves. They had "things" to  
do. Whatever that meant to them. Kenny drove me home and we discussed  
the drug thing I brought up today; he wasn't happy about it, about my  
assumption. And quite honestly, I wasn't happy I thought of it, but  
like I said, I've spent too much time with Tweek, I'm adopting his  
paranoria.

We got home and spent the night on the sofa. Doing very little talking  
and even less moving. The perfect ending to the worst day of my life.