Remember Me Kyle...

Chapter 21- Final Moments Part 2.

DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned South Park, but I don't. It is owned my Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Sigh. THE FINAL CHAPTER! FINALLY!

Sorry it took so long to update. I'm working on a visual novel and stuff, so I'm a little busy.

Anyways, let's get to this story and I hope you enjoy. R+R!

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STAN:

As soon as I got the call from Ike, I bolted out of that house, forgetting my coat, but it didn't matter. This was too important to worry about a coat, or the cold, or anything else. I was kept running aand running untill I reached the hospital, tears in my eyes.

I went up to the floor Kyle was on. This was it. This was it. When I walked into the room, all eyes where on me. I quickly surveyed the room. There was Ike, Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski, Kenny, Tweek, Craig, Butters. And me. I ran to Kyle's bed side to see if it was true.

It was true! Kyle had woken up. He was okay! At least, that's what I thought at first. Upon further inspection I noticed that he wasn't moving and his eyes were glazed over and they kind of reminded me of Kotonoha from school days, everytime she gets depressed. By the way, nice boat! (a/n yeah, I don't like the joke either.)

"Kyle? Kyle can you speak to me?" I asked. Kyle just stared into the distance, it was like he didn't even reconized me. To be honest I don't think he was even aware of anything.

"My bubbalah has been like this for a while now." Stated Shelia Broflovski. "He won't respond to anything!"

"Kyle..." I started at Kyle. There had to be something I could do to snap him out of this trance-like state, but what?

"We've tried everything we could Stan." Said Kenny. "I figured if anyone could help Kyle, it'd be you." Kenny's right. I might be the only one who can help Kyle. I'm searching my brain for answers, just, a way to get him to do anything, even a slight twitch. I can't think of anything. So, I just take his hand and hold it and start to cry.

I felt Kyle squeeze back. Finally Kyle responded to me! I opened up my eyes and saw that Kyle turned his head to look at me. He didn't say anything, but he had this look that sort of said that he didn't want me to cry.

"Kyle!" I yelled. Everyone in the room rushed over to Kyle and I. They all saw that he had moved and stuff. They were happy and called for a doctor.

"See?" Said Kenny. "I knew you could do it!" He pats me on the back.

"Yeah..."

Still... looking into Kyle's eyes, they still seemed off.

AFTERWORD:

Kyle Broflovski went home two weeks later. He has yet to go back to school, from lack of response. Kyle will still not talk and makes little contact with anyone. The only person Kyle seems to respond to is Stanley Marsh.

Kyle spends most of his time staring blankly out the window, sitting in his wheelchair. He is forced to eat because he will not do it himself.

It's been twelve years since the incident, which has phsically and mentally scarred Kyle for life. He is now 26 years old.

He lives in South Park in the Broflovski household.

~END~

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Well, that was it! The last chapter of Remember Me Kyle!

Please don't kill me for making this a shitty ending! Please! As I've mentioned before in other chapters, THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!

So, to make this clear for everyone, KYLE LIVED! KYLE IS ALIVE!

However, he pretty much became a empty shell.

Anyways, please look forwords to my next two stories, Kyle's Journal (Sequel), and SP Battle Royale!

Thanx 4 being so awesome everyone, THANK-YOU! Until then!