Parings: Stan/Kyle; K2; Craig/Tweek

AN: Kyle has a weak heart due to heart disease and he goes through episodes of chest pain.

Kyle's POV

I slowly walked down the math hall of South Park High. This wasn't unusual behavior; I walked down this hall every day. I drifted to the wall, trying to stay out of the way of passing students. I felt depressed. I had an appointment with my doctor the day before and he told me my heart disease was getting worse, and surgery wasn't an option. My heart was getting weaker and weaker at such a fast rate the doctor said I would die in a few years. I blinked back tears as I passed the boys' bathroom. I heard a small sob and entered to investigate.

I saw someone curled up in the far corner, his head in his hands. His long blond hair curled and stuck up in weird tufts as if he had been trying to pull it out. His shoulders heaved and he hiccupped. He was breathing hard and was mumbling "too much pressure!" under his breath.

I walked over to Tweek and put a hand on his shoulder. Tweek's head snapped up and he jumped in surprise. He hiccupped and calmed down, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Tweek what happened?" I asked, sitting down next to him. Tweek started to sob and pulled furiously on his hair. He slowly regained what little composure he had and said thickly, "Craig broke up with me." Then he put his face in his hands again and cried.

"What!? Why?" I asked, appalled. Tweek and Craig had been together since sophomore year. They were both seniors now. Craig had been letting word slip that he would propose to Tweek after graduation and live happily ever after. What made Craig break up with Tweek?

"Butters told me that Craig was gonna pop the question . . . and I kinda freaked out. I went to Craig and asked him if he was gonna propose. He said yeah, and so I told him a wedding and being engaged would be too much pressure . . . then he got really pissed and yelled at me. He said if I didn't wanna marry him he wasn't gonna stay with a paranoid spaz like me." Tweek choked up and looked away shamefully.

"It's gonna be okay, Tweek. Craig's a bipolar bastard. Once he's calmed down he'll come back to you," I said reassuringly. Tweek seemed to calm down a little bit. I smiled.

"C'mon, let's get your face all clean," I said. I helped Tweek to his feet. He wobbled, but kept his balance. I helped him over to the sink and turned on the water. Tweek bent over and scrubbed his face, clearing away the salt trails on his cheeks. He stood up and wiped his face on his sleeve and looked at me. I smiled and offered to walk him to his next class. We were majorly late. As we walked to the science hall, I started to feel woozy. I slowly drifted toward the lockers covering the wall. I put my hand over my heart. I could feel my pulse clearly through my ribs. Suddenly, my chest felt like it was being stepped on by an elephant.

Tweek had stopped a few feet ahead of me. He looked back at me, a worried look on his face. I fell to my knees, my books scattering around me. I half screamed, half moaned as I fell forward. My heart was beating faster, but I could barely feet my pulse. I wanted to rip open my ribs and tear out my heart. I wanted to die. Tweek ran up to me, shaking my shoulder.

"Kyle! Kyle ohmigod are you okay!? Gah this is too much pressure!" Tweek scrambled around for a few seconds before sprinting into the nearest classroom. I laid there, agony spreading like wildfire through my body. I cracked.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed over and over, rolling around on the floor. I heard doors open and kids run out to me. They surrounded me, some digging their cell phones out to call 911. A few teachers pushed through the crowd. I opened my eyes, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I saw a familiar face in the pool of students.

Stan watched in horror, his face slightly green. I reached out toward him, but another wave of pain rushed through me, and I screamed again just as paramedics arrived. They put me onto a stretcher and rolled me down the hall and out the door. Stan ran behind them, franticly asking questions.

"Will he be alright?" Stan asked his voice high-pitched with worry.

"We hope so," An EMT said gruffly. Stan groaned.

"God . . . Kyle! Kyle answer me please!" Stan wailed. I had closed my eyes. I was too weak to open them again, but my mouth was slightly open. I moaned. Stan gave a sigh of relief.

We got to the ambulance. The EMTs packed me up and were about to leave when Stan made his way into the back of the ambulance.

"I'm coming with you." He stated. The EMTs didn't argue. They rushed me off to a hospital. And EMT put an oxygen mask on my face. I could breathe a little easier, but my chest still hurt. Soon we got to the hospital and they whisked me off to a room. Stan stayed behind to call my parents.

Once in my room, a nurse put an IV needle in my arm and injected me with some sort of sedative. I slowly faded from consciousness just as Stan came in and took my hand.

"I love you . . ." Stan whispered just as I succumbed to the sedative.