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“-an”. Ocean eyes crack open to a blurry room. One blink, two. And he’s met with the star kissed freckles he’d fallen in love with. “Stan, baby… you’re awake, thank God!”. Stan groans softly. Everything hurts. “Try not to move, my love, you’re gonna be alright… God, Stan, you scared me to death, I thought I…”. Stan gazed up a bit to tear pooled, meadow green eyes. “Stanley…”.
“Ky… The Shadow Man…”, he breathed out, “Did you get him?”.
“No, the guys didn’t. Kenny tried- Hell, even Cartman tried, and they almost got him, but-“. Kyle gasped and reached down to wipe Stan’s incoming tears. “Baby, Baby, listen to me, you’re okay, I’m not gonna let that bastard take you again, you hear me? You’re safe. You’re safe with me”.
“Gotta get him”, Stan mumbled between sniffles, “Before he exploits anyone else”.
“What, what, what?!”, the alarm in Kyle’s tone indicated the redhead needed clarification, “Stan, did he-?”.
“He didn’t… No, nothing like that, love, I promise you… he just…”, Stan stopped, feeling a wave of nausea.
Countless hours of shocks and needles, tests and DNA sampling, the faceless villain pulling out his back teeth in an attempt to get him to explain his team of heroes and their powers; Stan wouldn’t talk. Even if it meant death.
He hadn’t realized he’d thrown up until he blinked and Kyle was wiping up his face. “Shit, did I-?”, he asked, sounding winded and tired.
“Shh… It’s okay, my love”, Kyle whispered. “I… had ideas on what he did… God, finding you strapped to that chair, slumped over, Stan, I-“.
“Ky”, the raven interjected, “Ky, Baby… I’m- I’m here… I’m here”, he whispered, feeling exhausted. He was exhausted.
And then, the phone rang. And Stan tensed, shaking a bit in the bed he was pinned to by the ever crushing weight of exhaustion and maybe a hint of fear. If he got out of that bed, he was going to wake up in that chair, wasn’t he? He was going to get woken up by being slapped around any minute now, right? Kyle wasn’t really there. He wasn’t out of there, he couldn’t be-
Kyle squinted and picked the phone up, “Hello?”.
“You can’t prove who did this to him”, said a voice obviously disguised by some kind of voice changer.
Stan audibly swallowed, mind racing. How the HELL did this fucker get Kyle’s number? He shook a bit, Kyle moving to cover him up better with their blanket. He didn’t bother to correct Kyle and tell him that the cause of his shaking wasn’t from the cold, not with his voice lodged in his throat. Not with the Shadow Man on the other end of the line. He didn’t want that fucker to know he was even alive anymore.
Honestly, the only thing that kept him going during the ordeal was the reason for the engagement ring on his finger.
Kyle chuckled, “Oh, that’s cute. You think I want you arrested”, he said smugly before his smile vanished and his eyes dulled. “No. I’m coming for you, and I’m killing you with my bare hands”, he said in monotone, “Count your days. And pray the cops find you first. Because I promise you, if I do, it won’t be quick”, he said before hanging up, taking a screen shot of the number and sending it to the hero group chat.
The freckled male took a breath, moving to lay beside his beloved, careful of the bandages. “I don’t believe the narrative of forgiving a villain”, Kyle whispered, gently kissing the back of Stan’s neck. “Not when they hurt you”.
Stan stayed silent and sniffled. The dull ache was increasing again. “Feel sick…”, he whined.
“That’s the medicine Wendy gave you”, Kyle explained softly, “He injected some kind of paralyzing toxin into you”.
“Oh”. Stan hummed and closed his eyes. “Think we can catch him? Before he hurts anyone else?”.
“The whole team is on it”, Kyle said softly, gently brushing Stan’s fluffy hair with his finger tips. “And then, Kenny said that they’ll bring him straight to me”.
“You really think you can kill him?”, Stan breathed out, coughing a bit.
“Kill him? Sure. Laser vision is an awesome ability to have. But not before I do to him triple what was done to you”, Kyle said softly, continuing the motion.
“Isn’t that against your morals?”, Stan asked in a tired slur, eyes heavy again. This time more so out of comfort and relaxation rather than just pure exhaustion.
“Fuck my morals, you’re my life, Dude”, Kyle whispered, gently kissing the back of his head, “My morals don’t mean shit when it comes to you, you come before EVERYTHING”.
“I still don’t know how he got your number”, croaked out the blue eyed boy.
“Maybe he took your phone for a sec before he started…”, Kyle tensed a bit, thinking about just what HIS Stan went through. He couldn’t help but reach over and gently caress Stan’s cheek.
Stan relaxed a bit at the touch. He was safe. He was safe…
Kyle continued with a soft hum of, “I love you”. And Kyle did love Stan. And all who dared harm his Stan would never be forgiven. Plain and simple.