Remember me Kyle...

Chapter 2- Who are You?

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own South Park or the original idea behind this story. Ben Barrett does in a story called Remembering Stan. You should read that story first, then this. Okay then, with that out of the way, let's continue the story.

" Please Kyle, wake up."

Stan sat beside Kyle's bed. Kyle had been in a coma for almost a week now. Kenny, Stan, and Mr. and Mrs. Brofolvski were in the room. Ike was currently out of the room getting a pepsi.

At least Kyle was alive, but he wouldn't wake up. Stan hated Cartman, and the law. They should've arrested the fatass, but the police said that they didn't have enough evidence to arrest him. And there lay Kyle. Not waking up at all, oblivious to the world around him. Stan thought this was really fucked up. The only other times he had seen kyle like this was when they had chicken poxs, and when Kyle's kidney was failing him and Cartman was the only one who could save him.

Stan looked up as Kyle groaned. Kyle was finally waking up! Kyle slowly opened his eyes and stared at the celing.

" Where am I?" Asked Kyle in a quiet voice. He was unaware of anyone in the room. Stan hugged Kyle.

"Thank god you woke up Kyle!" Stan cried. Kyle noticed there were four people in the room. He looked scared.

" What are you doing?" Yelled Kyle. Stan let go of Kyle and sat back down as Shelia ran over and hugged Kyle, crying 'My baby, my baby!'

" I was scared for a minute that wouldn't ever wake up! After you fell, you didn't respond to anything." Stan smiled at Kyle. " I'm so glad that you're okay Kyle."

"Kyle? Is that my name?"

Everyone stared at Kyle. He still had a glazed look in his eyes, but Stan figured that was normal, since Kenny had it all the time due to his excessive dying and ressurections. Stan laughed.

" Very funny Kyle." Stan said.

" What's funny?"

" That you're pretending to not know your own name."

" I don't know my name." Silence.

" WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?" yelled Shelia Broflovski. " My Bubbalah dosen't know his own name?"

" I'll go get the doctor!" Said Kenny in a muffled voice. As Kenny ran out of the room, he tripped over an electrical cord and fell onto a hospital bed, which folded up, squishing him. Stan acted quickly using this as a test to see if Kyle really did lose his memory.

" Oh my god! They've killed Kenny!" Stan looked at Kyle. Kyle stared back at him, confused.

" Why are you looking at me?" asked Kyle " I didn't kill him, the bed did."

" Kyle..." Said Stan. " You're suppose to say ' You Bastards' at the end"

" Why did you kill him?"

Stan didn't want to admit it. He knew it, Kyle had...

" Amnesia."

" What?"

"Goddamn it Kyle, you have Amnesia!"

" I don't think so. If I had Amnesia, I'd remember it." No one found this ironic satement funny. " By the way, who are all you people?"

" No, my Bubbalah doesn't even know me!" Cried Shelia.

" Kyle," said Gerald Brofolvski. " I'm your Father and this is your mother" He held Shelia close. At that point Ike walked into the room with his Pepsi Lime. He noticed Kyle was awake, then he noticed his parents and Stan's face.

" What's going on? Kyle's awake, why aren't you happy?"

" Who the hell is that?" Asked Kyle. Kyle didn't like the way Ike looked. He looked...different from everyone else in the room. Ike looked at him.

" Oh haha, very funny Kyle."

" What is so goddamn funny?"

" Language Kyle!" Yelled Sheila. She sighed. " Kyle, this is your younger brother, Ike."

" That's not my brother!" Exlaimed Kyle. " He looks nothing like me!"

The doctor came in and talked to Gerald and Shelia outside. Ike tagged along. There was only Stan, Kyle, and Kenny's pulp of a body left.

" You..."

Kyle looked over at Stan.

"You really don't remember who I am?" Kyle thought really hard about this. He shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I've never seen you before in my life."

"Goddamn it Kyle! My name is Stan! We're best friends! How could you forget about me, Kyle?"

Kyle looked at Stan scared. The Broflovskis walked in just as Kyle yelled at Stan.

" Well sorry if you're all strangers to me, Sam! I can't even remember my own fucking goddamn name! I don't know where I am, what happened or anything! So, Sam, don't go yelling at me, just because I can't remember a goddamn thing!"

Stan Stood up.

" It's Stan, and if you feel that way, then fine by me!"

Stan turned around to leave. As he was about to walk out the door, Kyle had a look of panic in his eyes.

"Wait!" He yelled. He mumbled something into his chest. Stan stopped and turned around.

"What did you say?"

" Please... please don't leave Sam." Stan walked back over to Kyle's bed.

" It's not Sam, It's Stan. Kyle, let me help you get your memory back, okay?"

"Okay Sa-... I mean, Stan."

Stan smiled and Kyle smiled back. ' I'm going to help him through this' thought Stan. Gerald asked Stan if he could talk to him outside.

" Stan..."

" Yes Mr. Brofolvski?"

" Do you know why Kyle called out to you like that?"

"No..."

" I think that deep down, in his soul, that he remembers you." Stan said nothing.

"Help him get his memory back."

"Okay."

They walked back into Kyle's room. 'No matter what, I will make you remember me, Kyle'.

The next chapter will skip to either the next day or a week later when Kyle is released. I wonder how Kyle will do at school with him memory gone. Let's all cheer on Stan as he helps Kyle to regain his memory! I'm sorry that my spelling is not so great, but whatever. So long as you can understand the story, everything is great.