Liane Cartman. Arrested for dabbling in dr^gs and other charges. You couldn't help but feel bad for the kid... he did a lot, sure... but he was just a 4th grader. And you were 19, so... f^ck it. Ya took him in!!

It took... a while for him to even adjust to you. Doesn't even call mom/dad. You understand it, though. He got put into a weird state... his mom just got pulled from him and nobody really gave him a good reason why. There was plenty of good reasons, yes... but he wouldn't take any of them. Didn't want to believe them.

He's the same Cartman, sure. Just more shut down with his emotions some days. Not in the mood... you managed to have him tame around you. How? No idea. You just have a way with kids, I guess. Even as a young, you make sure to be decent... put clothes on his back, buy him things to keep him happy, gets him food... you even spend time with him in your little apartment. You're struggling with money... trying to balance making your new little boy happy and stable... and trying to manage needs and bills in one mindset. This was harder than you initially thought.

But, there was something that would make money even tighter... the doctor. They were absolutely expensive. But Cartman needed his daily checkup and vaccinations so he didn't get sick easily. At least somewhat protected. But... this would be a major issue.

7:59PM, May 9th, 2 years ago

"Now, adopting our little Eric will cause some... issues. Like his fear of needles, PTSD from being pulled away from his mother... you get it." The woman had explained, closing Cartman's file.

"Understood, ma'am... but, just a fear of Needles?" You asked, watching the other kids in the orphanage play around.

"Um... phobia. You've heard of Trypanophobia, right?" She asked, placing the file down on her desk

"Yes, ma'am." You nodded

"Great! Should be no problem then!" She smiled

Today was his doctor's appointment. You picked him up early from school to take him. Normally, he would've struggled... but he's honestly too frightened to even move. You had to drag him a little to the nurses room, room B124. You sat with him on the table with the doctor-blue sheet on top, rolling up his right sleeve as he clinged onto you

"Mom/Dad... I'm scared..." He whispered over to you

You wanted to cry. For the first time in two years... but not now. Had to stay strong for him as the doctor got his needles ready. You let him cling to you, holding onto him and rubbing his back