"Mom, I'm fine, really." Stan swatted his mother away with his plaster casted arm, annoyed by her attention.

"Sweetie, I'm just worried. You've gotten into so many accidents lately. I'm going to have the doctor test you for epilepsy."

"What?" Stan groaned. "Mom, I'm not having seizures, I'm not under the influence, what more can I tell you? Accidents happen."

"Well you're lucky all you got was a broken arm."

"He has two fractured ribs as well." The doctor walked over to the hospital bed with x-rays in hand. "You have got to be careful."

"Really?" Stan asked sarcastically.

"Stanley, lose the attitude."

Stan listened to his mother, immediately shut up and gave all his attention to the doctor.

"Now, I'm going to prescribe you some painkillers. I want you to use them for the pain and nothing else. No tripping."

Stan almost lost it. "No, tripping?"

"Yea, don't use them to get high."

Stan nodded his head to humor the man in front of him. "No getting high... got it."

The doctor raised an eyebrow, seeming reluctant to hand the prescription to Stan. Stan's mother noticed this and took the liberty of taking the prescription from him.

"I'll ration it out to him," she offered.

"You sound like a mess hall cook," Stan joked. It was obvious that no one was finding his jokes funny and he decided to shut up.

"He'll be fine. We just need to keep him until we check out all his other x-rays. There might be a chance of a concussion as well, so one night here will be sufficient."

"Aw, awwwww," Stan whined, "this sucks! I don't wanna be here."

"Have you got anything better to do?" His mother asked.

"No," he admitted.

"Well then, it'll be no skin off your back. I'll be back here to pick you up tomorrow, first thing in the morning."

"Ma, don't leave! It's not even 5. What am I supposed to do?"

"Television," the doctor said as he handed Stan the remote. This immediately shut Stan up and put a huge ass grin on his face. "Sweet."

"Well honey, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

"Morning.. tomorrow morning."

"Yes sweetie, tomorrow morning. You call me if you need anything, alright?"

"Kay mom."

Mrs. Marsh gave Stan a loving smile and a kiss on the forehead before heading out.

As soon as his mother was out of earshot, the doctor took the remote away from Stan. "Bedtime."


The doctor didn't answer, he just turned his back and walked out of the room.

"Come back, you bastard!" Stan yelled.

The doctor did in fact come back... to shut the door.

Stan was once again alone. "Fucking weak," he mumbled. "Doctors.."

He rolled over onto his side and looked out the window of Hell's Pass. His blue eyes followed the snowflakes as they floated to the ground. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" He looked over to the side of the bed and noticed the call button, to which he immediately pressed. Within seconds, a nurse appeared in his room.

"Are you ok?"

"I was just wondering, can I have a remote control? There's nothing else to do here, and I'm gonna be here all night."

"There was one in here," the nurse stated as she looked around. "I'll go check with the Doctor to-"


"Oh, alright. I'm sure your visitor will be of some entertainment... you know, pass the time a little."


"Yea, one of your friends. A kid with red hair and glasses. He can only stay for a half hour. That's when visiting hours end."

"Uhh, thanks."

"No problem."

As soon as the nurse walked out, Stan pulled the covers up over his face and closed his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for talking.. he wasn't in the mood for faking sleep either, but he chose the lesser of the two evils. He heard the door crack open, and footsteps approach his bed.

"Oh God! Stan! I'm so sorry."

Stan felt Kyle's arms wrap around him. Under the blanket he was smiling.

"I tried to tell you.. before you ran off... Working with you on this project was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'd missed you so much. Four years Stan. Four long ass years. I spent everyday wishing I could be your friend again."

"I know I missed your party... I went to go get Wendy... to bring her over. You were so miserable and I wanted you guys to get back together... but.. when I got there... I couldn't bring myself to do what I had gone there to do. The cold hard truth Stan... was that I was in... in love with my best friend. I wanted to be with you so bad. It killed me so much that our friendship ended so abruptly like that. Oh god, I hope you wake up soon. I never wanted for this to happen... ever. Once you wake up, I'll tell you everything, and hopefully you'll understand.. and not hate me."

Stan heard the chair creak as Kyle got up. "I'll come back and visit everyday, until you get better. I promise."

Kyle almost got all the way to the door, but was soon grabbed by a pair of two pale hands.

"Kyle, don't go."

"Stan? What the fuck? You're ok."

"Yea, I am."

"So you heard every-"

"Word you said.. yes."

"You asshole! You faked being asleep? What the fuck Stan?"

"Kyle..." Stan pushed him up against the door and started attacking him with numerous kisses.

Kyle soon pushed the other boy away, slightly confused. "What's going on here?"

"Kyle, I dumped Wendy, because I was in love with you. I was so mad when you went over to her house. I assumed the worst.."

"You... you liked me too?"

"All these years.. all these years."



Stan gave Kyle a lopsided smile and once again started to barrage the boy with countless kisses.

"Stan?" Kyle squeeked out, after pushing Stan away so he could catch his breath.


"We really have to finish our project."

"You are such a nerd, Red."

"You're such a fucking horndog, Raven."

Both boys laughed as they embraced in a warm hug.

"Hey boys!"

They looked out the window to see the doctor looking in on them.

"Boys.." The doctor opened the door and stepped into the room. "You need to stop that, or else people will think you're both... you know.. funny."

"Funny?" Stan questioned. "Like this?" He gave Kyle a soft kiss on the lips.

"You definately must have a concussion," the doctor stated as he ushered Stan back to his bed.

"No, not really."

"I bet you'd like that remote?" The doctor changed the subject, obiously uncomfortable with the boy's self-proclaimed homosexuality.

"Yes, I would."

"Why don't you come with me son, I'll walk you out." He pulled Kyle out the door and quickly slammed it.

Stan looked over to the window. "I don't have a concussion... I'm just in love."

He got to his feet and pulled on his clothes. "Time to leave."

He jumped out the ground floor window and ran to the entrance of the hospital, just in time to catch Kyle exiting through the doors.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

"Coming home with you."


"The project's due tomorrow. I promised I wouldn't screw you over."

Kyle grinned and motioned towards his car. "You know, if I have my way, we wont be working on the project until late."


Kyle leaned over to Stan and whispered something in his ear. Stan's face immediately lit up.

"You gotta be careful in that case," Stan informed him. "My ribs are slightly fractured.. or something like that."

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

"Now don't go to that extreme. I like a little pain with my pleasure."

"Now. Let's go now."

Kyle dragged Stan to the car and they drove off.

Short.. I know... Almost done... next chapter will be the last. I think.. it'll be longer.. I promise.. I need to think of kink ;-)