"Kyle? Kyle, wake up." I murmured, shaking him gently. Suddenly, his eyelids fluttered and all the months of anticipation and fear, the sleepless nights and the pain and regret seemed worth it. Just seeing his emerald green eyes was enough to make me content.

But not when they were glaring at me, of course. Confusion swept across my face as his fingers twitched and he immediately brought his arm up to push me backwards, away from him. He failed, leaving me standing there shocked.

"Fatass?" I heard the one word I haven't heard in 5 years and tears pricked my eyes. I pushed them back, hating myself for being such a pussy. I had never given a crap when me and Kyle were enemies. He insulted my weight but in return I never gave him a break for being Jewish. All's fair is love and war. But in love…Why was Kyle calling me this after 5 years? I'm not even fat anymore - thats what he said. He said I never was, really. He said -

"Where am I?" He said now, and I blinked. It was like a nightmare. The way he was glaring at me, looking me up and down like a monster…

They warned me he might have Amnesia when we woke up from his medically- induced coma. They warned he might not remember me. I was much more scared he would. Scared he wouldn't remember the past 4 years but remember everything before that. Well, just my luck.

"K-Kyle your in hospital. You were in a car crash…w-we had a fight and you got a cab...Ky, I'm so sorry." I cried, forgetting about his memory loss and taking his frigid form into my arms. He flinched and flailed his arms, wriggling out of my hold.

"Get off me you freak!" He protested, shoving me away. I wiped away the tears that had swam down my cheeks and closed my eyes for a minute, wondering what the hell to do.

"Kyle, how old are you?" I asked him, not wanting to hear his answer but knowing I had to ask it. My voice was shaky and without success I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. He stared at me like I was insane for a few seconds then replied.

"Um, 14?" He said uncertainly, almost like a question. I cringed and exhaled quickly.

"Kyle your 19, so am I. You still live in South Park, and your best friends are still Kenny and Stan. They'll be here soon. I know you don't remember anything. I know you won't remember how I...fell in love with you. And how you, uh, fell in love with me too." He looked like he was going to be sick and my heart started to burn at his obvious hatred of me but I dismissed my feelings and focused on giving him the information he needed.

"When we were 15, we made a truce, I guess. We said we'll be friends, and not enemies anymore. I changed... I guess I stop being so selfish and stuff. I'm not really sure why you fell in love with me, but you did. When we were 17, that is. You told me one night when I went round your house, trying to find out what the fuck was wrong since you had been ignoring me for weeks. You told me you loved me, and I said I kind of felt the same. Now I don't kind of feel that way; I love you a lot Kyle. I know there's no way you feel anything towards me right now. I mean, you don't even remember the part where we were friends. But Kyle the thing is, your name isn't Kyle Broflovski anymore. It's Kyle Cartman.

And just like that, he was unconscious again.