Kyle's POV:

I watched Tweek's new personal doctor closely. His last doctor... Well... He did awful things to Tweek, physical things..

Tweek really loved the doctor too.. He trusted him.. I just didn't want him hurt again.

I glanced over and saw that Stan was looking at me with a smile. I blushed and shyly looked away. Oh gosh he's so fucking sexy..

I waved to him and he chuckled before waving to me back. He went back to talking to Craig, Kenny, and Gregory. No one called them by their last names unless doctor Cartman was around. He was such a fucking fatass! He tortured me the most out of all my friends..

"S-So... Kyle.. Uhm.." Tweek stammered, picking at his wrists.

I frowned and gently swatted at his hands. "What is it Tweek?" I questioned.

He bit his lip. "How.. Are y-you.. And... Ngh... S-Stan?" He asked, a slight blush on his cheeks.

My heart kept at the sound of Stan's name. "I.. We're.." I cleared my throat. "We're fine..." I answered him.

The thing is, Stan and I had a secret relationship only our close friends knew about. We were in love before I was sent here.. I was literately only sent here for being Jewish. Eric Cartman was the one who committed me. I was so happy when Stan was employed here and got a job as my doctor.

We had to be careful for Cartman to not find out. I knew I would be tortured even more.

Tweek giggled softly. "That's g-good!" He chirped.

I giggled bashfully and then I heard someone running over. We turned and saw Pip with Damien behind him. He grinned. "Hey guys! I'm gonna go get food, Damien wait here~" he hummed and kissed Damien's cheek.

Damien rolled his eyes and nodded. "Kay." Damien was a guard. He and Pip met during a freak out incident when Pip saw spit on the table. Pip was in for being a germ freak and all that.

Alas they had to stay hidden. Stupid Cartman and his homophobic assholeness.

Damien looked over to us and stretched. "Hey." He greeted boredly.

We smiled politely at him. "Hi.."

I continued to talk to Tweek and Damien when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Stan. "Hello Stan!" I greeted with a smile.

He ruffled my red hair. "Hey Kyle, come on. Let's go get you ready for your checkup with Doctor. Butters." He said kindly.

I nodded and stood up and adjusted my hospital gown. Tweek's was the shortest length because for some reason Cartman loved humiliating him sexually. He was too innocent.. I don't know what Tweek deserved to be treated like this.

Stan smiled at me and lead me away from the only people that kept me sane from Cartman.

We walked down the hall until we saw the sign hanging on the door. Stan knocked on the door until we heard a come in!

We walked in and Butters smiled at me. "Hi! How are you?" He asked, clicking his own shut.

"I'm.. I'm doing good, you?" I asked as I sat on the yellow cot covered in a thin paper.

He hummed softly. "I'm doing fine.. Thank you." He said as he scratched down something onto his memo-pad.

My eyes trailed down to Butters's engagement ring. It was a silver band with a hello kitty diamond head. I smiled at it and looked back at Stan whom was typing on his phone. I wish I could marry him...

I turned my head back when I saw Butters walk over to the cabinet. "I'm sorry, Kyle.. But you know it's time for your shot.." He said sadly. He knew there was nothing wrong with me.. But he was forced to give me meds.

I nodded. "It's fine... I'm used to it..." I assured him, sadly and lifted my gown sleeve.

He pulled out a syringe and a small bottle of liquid. He inserted the needle into the medicine before pulling it out and gently dabbed my arm with rubbing alcohol. He lowered the needle to my arm and pressed down, the medicine being injected into my blood stream.

I shivered and winced. The meds always made me feel weird after. Butters removed the needle and threw it away before smiling at me. "All done! Keep safe and if you see Kenny, tell him I have his dinner in my fridge." He said to us before ushering us out.

Stan and I walked down the hall.. Not saying a word until we got to my room. I frowned. My room was so bland and dreary.

The walls and floors were a gray stone. The bed was white with a green throw blanket that Stan gave me to brighten things up. There was only one small closet, one nightstand, and there was one tiny window with metal bars keeping me from leaving. The cell door- sorry-room door was metal, heavy, and barred.

Stan shut the door and locked it from the inside. He had the key to get out. He smiled and walked over to me, pushing me into he bed and kissed me softly.

I grinned and melted into the kiss, moaning softly as his tongue trailed across my lips and into my mouth.

I loved Stan so much.. I wish I could be free to be with him.

As we kissed, he gently trailed a hand up my thigh and under my gown. I moaned and hummed before he pulled away with a smirk.

I whimpered and reached my hands out to grip his lab coat, pulling him close to me.

He chuckled and captured my lips into a kiss once more.

Moans and pants escaped us as our bodies entangled with each other. At this time no one would hear us because this is the time when Patients went to Butters's office.

Stan and I mastered the times of this asylum so we could sneak around.

I felt my body heat up as I reached my high. "S-Stan!!" I moaned as I gripped his shoulders tightly, riding it out.

He grunted and started panting as we finished. He pulled out wet wipes and started to clean me up.

I hummed softly and leaned into his chest. He chuckled, putting my pajamas on, tucking me in my bed. "Goodnight, my sweet Kyle.." He murmured before turning off my lights from outside and shut the door, locking it.

I laid down and smiled softly. I love you Stan....