Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, Trey Parker and Matt Stone do. I am merely a fan that enjoys writing cute fluffy stories about the show's characters.

Kyle was curled up in his bed, forming a lump under his bed covers. The young boy wasn't moving and completely silent, except for when he coughed weakly every once in a while. As he hid his face under his blankets, anxious tears ran down his cheeks. He had been bedridden with a nasty cold for the last couple weeks, and there had been no sign of his condition improving. The doctors had forbidden him to leave his room, with the exception of going to the bathroom.

His mother was also being extremely stern with him.

"Get back to sleep. You need all the rest you can get, and we don't want you to give your cold to anyone else in the family," she would strictly lecture him whenever she would catch him sneaking down the hallway, desperate to go out and get some fresh air in the chilly winter breeze.

For as long as he could remember, he hadn't been by himself for such a long period time like this, and he instantly felt immensely unsettled and lonely. He remembered all of the fun times he had with his best friends, and he cried to himself even more.

A sudden wave of fatigue rolled over him and he turned over to lie on his side, closing his exhausted emerald-green eyes.

"I wonder if someone will come take care of me…" was the last thing he murmured before sleep flooded his senses and he gave in to unconsciousness.

When he awoke, he felt a cooling, refreshing hand placed against his burning hot brow.

"…Who's there?" he asked drowsily, too tired to even open his eyes.

"It's Stan. I was getting worried about you and I thought I should come over to check on you," Stanley explained as he gently ran his fingers through Kyle's curly, ginger hair.

"Thank you…" Kyle responded weakly. Mustering all the strength he had, he slowly wrapped his shaking arms around his visitor's torso.

"You're my best friend. It's the least I can do, and I'm sure you'd do the same for me," Stan smiled kindly.

Kyle nodded feebly.

"Can I help you with anything else?" asked the black-haired boy.

"Please stay by my side until I fall asleep," the ginger softly answered.

Stanley lied down next to Kyle, wrapping his caring arms around the sick boy and rubbing his back in an attempt to relax him. He kissed Kyle's warm forehead, snuggling up close to him and covering his cheeks with light nuzzles.

After a few minutes, he could feel Kyle's breathing slow down and was only satisfied when it was rhythmic and fairly even, only bothered by the occasional cough.

"Sweet dreams," Stanley whispered soothingly as he closed his eyes and also drifted into a peaceful slumber, a restful smile on his face.

A/N: I wrote this up the other day before going to bed, since I had just finished the South Park movie and I somehow felt inspired... This is one of my favorite South Park pairings and I felt the need to write a fanfic about the two of them! This is my first time writing a South Park fanfiction, and submitting a fanfiction to this site, and I'll hopefully submit plenty more in the future!