Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Insomnia.

Nine days had now passed.

Craig had eventually gotten the discharge paperwork from the hospital at the end of his three day stay. They were happy enough to let him go and finish his recovery at home.

Things were still a struggle, his energy level had taken a battering while his body healed and reset itself. The smallest of tasks wore him out quickly, so he found he was either lounging on the couch or laid up in bed at various points in the day.

He felt helpless and trapped. There was little to keep him occupied at home unless anyone visited. Tricia made sure to visit most evenings, keeping her brother occupied, helping around the house and preparing meals with him.

Mundane life stuff.

Sleep was practically non-existent. Yes he rested, but shutting his eyes was a whole new fear. If it wasn't reliving the first night time and time again, it was something fucked up involving that demon. He plagued the pastors dreams and thoughts so much, he was considering seeing a doctor again for some mental advice. Or a lobotomy...

'Craig..? Craig?'

He snapped back to reality once more. He hadn't caught a word that had left his sisters lips. His head turned to where she sat across the room from him, concern etched upon her features.

'Mhm..?' He tried to look more alert, pretending to miss the last part of whatever she was saying in a hope to catch himself up again.

'You zoned out again...'

'I did..? Sorry...'

She had never seen him so distracted and it was getting worse. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever and he could barely hold himself upright.

'Are you still not sleeping?' She questioned, leaving her chair and settling beside her brother instead.

'...no.'

'Aren't you supposed to start back for a bible basher session tomorrow night?'

'...yes.' He replied, completely skimming over the insults.

'Right... Lemme phone you in sick.'

'Wha- no, Trish no...'

'Yes, Craig, yes!' She leapt up once more, finding her phone from her bag perched upon the kitchen counter.

He couldn't get up and protest. What was done was done now. Another day of nothing. He could make out his sisters chatter in the background, but it was difficult to focus on the specific words.

A few dreary moments passed before Tricia was heard entering the room once more, carefully she stooped beside her brothers resting place and cradled an arm around his shoulders, gently squeezing him. Craig lulled and dropped against his sisters side, his head nestling on her shoulder.

'Who did you speak to?' He asked.

'Scott Malkinson...' Emphasising the 'S's in his name to make a mockery of his lisp.

'Lucky you...' He managed a light chuckle.

'He seemed fine about it, I don't get why you two don't get along.' Tricia shrugged.

'Cause he's a dick.' The pair had a underlying feud ever since Craig had started working. In Scotts eyes, he didn't seem Craig worthy enough of his role. It might of had something to do with the bullying Craig and his gang barraged Scott with as kids... But hey, it wasn't just them!

'I hate this...' he nasally groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he felt some sense of security. 'The pills don't work... and if they do it's not for long.'