DISCLAIMER: Is not mine.

"Be-beep! Be-beep!"

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"Be-beep! Be-beep!"

There's that infernal beeping; it's highly annoying. I mean, it's been going on since I became conscious, which was five minutes ago. I've spent the time acclimating, really, and becoming aware of my surroundings. From what I gather, it's a large room, there's a ceiling fan, something attached to my arm, and that infernal beeping.

Other than that, there isn't much, really. I think I might be in a hospital... At least some sort of health care facility.

There's someone coming... Footsteps, then the sound of a door unlatching, and squeaking shut. No talking yet... Maybe there's an order for silence? I'm not sure... A nearby chair scrapes on the floor as the person pulls it out and collapses on it. They, whoever it is, let out a frustrated sigh. I can almost see the squeezing going on at the bridge of their nose. They sound tired... Perhaps they would like to use the bed? I'm highly rested, anyway...

There's an everlasting silence, except for the whirring of the ceiling fan, and the infernal beeping. I'm about to nod off again, though it would be rude with someone else in the room. I highly doubt it's my fault, they haven't said anyth-

"Please wake up..."

The voice, from that someone in the chair, is quiet, forlorn, and more than slightly defeatist. Like they'd already said it many times, but haven't yet had a satisfactory response. Like all hope is lost or something... I think it's about time I respond positively then...

I open my eyes slowly, and wait for my eyes to focus. The ceiling is grey, like authentic stone. There's even stalactites... Stalagmites... Whichever one hangs from the ceiling, it's here. And quite impressively real looking. I look over to my someone on a chair, and see a pale raven-haired girl wearing green, black, and a look of fear and surprise. Judging from her tone before, I can understand the latter, but why is there fear? She looks ready to bolt!

I open my mouth to try and say something to... Well, stop her from running like an impala chased by lions, really, but nothing comes out. I lick my lips, which, by the way, feel like parchment or something else ridiculously dry, and try again to say something. Apparently my throat is as dry as my lips are... Darn it!

Apparently my frustration is showing on my face, because she jumps up quickly, and runs for the door. She can't go! She looks hurt beyond anything... I can't let her go! I swallow air, and try one more time, if only to stop her from leaving. I don't know why I'd rather she not leave, but that doesn't matter at the moment.

"Wait..."

I sound like a frog, which is humiliating, but she stops, so I guess it's worth it. But that was hell on my throat... It hurts like fire ants now. I turn my head and cough into my pillow. Dry coughs, ones that nearly cause your spleen to rupture, and sound like your lung is going to fall out your mouth, with the strength of the coughs. The coughs make my throat worse, but thankfully she gets the picture. She mumbles something about getting a drink, then goes.

I'm left as an invalid, hacking up lungs and kidneys, until she returns soon enough with a tall plastic glass with a bendy straw. I look at her gratefully, and take a sip. It's not normal water... Slightly fizzy, and quite tasty. Watered down something that I can't place, but it's good!

Several swallows of silence later, she sits down. She seems less frustrated now, but I can tell she's being cautious. Dunno why, but she is; her back is way too straight to be relaxed. It might help if... Well, she introduced herself. I'd never forget someone as pretty as her, that's for sure!

I smile at her. "Thanks for the drink... It felt like I hadn't had anything to drink for, like, a year, so it was really useful."

She smirks, which looks incredibly natural on her face, and relaxes. She says something about how it's actually been several months, but that I was close enough, doy (whatever that means...). Then she sobers right up and tells me that I was in a coma for the last couple months. For some odd reason, this doesn't bother me much, and neither does her horrid bedside manner. What she asks next is very bothersome, though.

"Do you want to call your family, friends or whatever? To let them know you're ok?"

That simple question causes me to turn pale, which she notices pretty quickly. I... don't remember... who I could call. Or, for that matter, who I am, now that I think about it.

"What's wrong, pumpkin?"

"I know you, don't I?" She nods slowly, confusion evident. "I don't remember you... or my family, or... me." I choke up. "Who my friends are, what my favourite color is, how old I am, none of it!" Crap. Tears. That's just not cool... But now that they're here, there's no stopping them. I turn away from the beautiful stranger that I apparently know, and bawl.

Strong, warm arms engulf me, and her voice worms its way into my ear through my confused anguish, whispering welcome words of comfort, but I can't stop crying until I cry myself to sleep.

I'd like to say that I'm calmer after that rest, but... Now that I've noticed that I don't remember anything, it's the only thing on my mind. I open my eyes again, and, sure enough, I'm still in the bed, next to the infernal beeping, which I assume can only be a heart rate monitor. It's still incredibly annoying, and it's just making me feel like panicking... I'm sure the nurses in this odd health care establishment will understand, I need to rip it apart. Stupid sensor!

A sudden deafening tone rips through the air... I just sigh, since I should have known this would happen. I sit up and grab the little plastic cup, sipping some more of the no-longer-cold now-very-flat still-very-delicious drink as I wait for someone to show up.

I don't wait very long. "Kimmy! Oh my God, Kimmy!" My pretty stranger-friend rushes into the room, panicking and frantic. I wave at her, slightly shy.

"Hi... Um..."

"God, princess, don't do that to me!" She unplugs the machine and slumps down on the seat, obviously relieved. "You scared me shitless!"

"Sorry? The thing was getting a little annoying..." I pause in thought... she'd said something, something like a name. "So my name's Kimmy?"

She shakes her head. "You're still an amnesiac then..." she mutters.

"So it's not my name?" I respond, slightly confused.

"Camellia." I look at her, eyebrow raised. "your name is Camellia, like the flower?" I nod. "Everyone calls you Cammy... Though it does sound like Kimmy, now that you mention it."

"Do I have a last name?"

She smirks, shaking her head. "You'd think so, right? But you never told me... We've known each other for so long, but I've yet to know your last name. For all I know, Camellia isn't even your real name."

I look at her, confused. What's that supposed to mean?

"In our line of work, letting someone know too much can be dangerous."

My eyebrow is going to be stuck in this position at this rate, and I'll always look like I'm confused. Not a good look, I'm sure.

"I'm Shego, internationally wanted master thief, and you, my dear Cammy, are my partner in crime."

Author's Note: Why Yes! I am starting a new story! Only because I've been seeing all these amnesia plots EVERYWHERE... and the good guy rarely becomes the amnesiac. It's about as rare as the good guy becoming enticed by evil. So, according to mathematics, the likelihood of the hero becoming an amnesiac, forgetting everything, and becoming evil is incredibly low (to the n-th degree), especially in the KP fandom, because we all love Kim the Good. SO, because I'm doing a fundamental character study on Shego, I'm going to try and do one on Kim too. Character studies, pushing envelopes, that kind of thing. There will be more romance in this one than 'Life and Times...', that's for sure.

It's kinda short, again... and this was kinda spur-of-the-moment, and I'm not entirely sure where it's going... so if you guys have any ideas, I'd love to hear them! *reads previous paragraph* Oh... there's a spoiler already! Heh, whoops... And it's staying in 'Cam's point of view the whole time, so you won't get as much exposition as you may like.

NEXT CHAPTER!: Things... get a little more heated. Slightly. And Kim gets better... kinda.