Knock knock knock
Tweek let out a startled yelp, but calmed once the door opened to reveal Craig. He was holding a water bottle and a steamy mug. He shut his door behind him with his foot and walked over to the bed, setting the water and steaming mystery mug on the nightstand.
"Water and peppermint tea." Craig stated. "Tell me your symptoms."
"H-headache, coughing, stuffy nose, sore th-throat, sneezing, f- ACK fatigue, but that's probably not b-because I'm sick."
"Sounds like a cold." Without another word Craig left the room. Tweek shakily grabbed the warm mug off the nightstand and took a small sip. It was surprisingly strong considering how little time it had to steep and there were light hints of honey in it. Tweek continued sipping on the tea and Craig came back a few minutes later with his hands full.
"Tissues, cough drops, cough syrup, motrin, and vicks." He set each item down on the bed as he said it.
"C-craig you really don't-"
"I do." Craig interrupted. "Lift your shirt up."
Tweek's face flushed bright red. "What???"
Craig picked up the Vicks VapoRub. "It'll help." Tweek was absolutely embarrassed and felt kinda stupid for not immediately connecting that dot. He set down his mug on the nightstand, turned around, and lifted up the back of his shirt. His skin tingled as he felt the ointment being applied on his back. After it was thoroughly rubbed in he felt Craig tap his shoulder as a signal to turn around so it could be applied to his chest. He obliged and intensely stared at the wall until Craig was finished. "I'm gonna go wash this off my hands. Take two motrin. It'll help with the headache." He promptly turned around and left the room again. Tweek cracked open his water bottle and followed up by opening the motrin bottle and taking two pills out. He swallowed them and followed that up by chugging down half the water bottle. Maybe he WAS a bit dehydrated...
Craig walked back in and grabbed the cough syrup from off the bed. Tweek internally groaned as he poured the medicine into the cap. He held the cap out and Tweek took it with a shaky hand. He pinched his nose and tipped the fluid back into his mouth, instantly gagging.
"G-god this stuff tastes AWFUL." He handed the cap back to Craig who simply nodded. Tweek chugged the rest of the water to get the taste out of his mouth.
"Shit." Craig muttered. Tweek's head immediately filled with every worst-case-scenario. "I didn't grab the non-drowsy stuff. It'll make you tired and maybe a little loopy, but you'll be fine don't freak out." Craig quickly explained.
"Oh no no no no." Tweek gripped his hair. "What if I- ACK I accidentally fall asleep and don't wake up and the my parents find out I ditched s-school?" Craig gently pulled Tweek's hands away from his hair and held them tightly.
"If you fall asleep I'll wake you up. I promise. Some sleep would honestly probably do you some good." Craig said looking into Tweek's eyes. "I'm going to be blunt now so you don't flip out later, okay?" Tweek nodded slightly, signaling Craig to continue. "That's some strong medicine especially for it just being over-the-counter. You are NOT going to die. I repeat, you are not going to die." He squeezed Tweek's hands slightly. "You will most definitely be a little out of it, but you're going to be okay. It's extra strength Nyquil, not cocaine. I won't leave your side. You'll be okay." Most people would think that mini-speech was excessive, but after years of friendship, Craig knew better than anyone how paranoid Tweek was. That mini-speech was 1000% necessary and honestly did help soothe Tweek a bit. Tweek nodded and Craig gave his hands another squeeze before letting them go.
This was gonna be an interesting afternoon.
