Our Addiction {Craig x Tweek}

Chapter 2

Beep... Beep.... Beep
My fingers were cold.
So were my toes...
and my nose... and hands...
I was just cold.
Ch. 2
Because if I could feel, than that means I failed.
I was more than cold....
I was numb.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Tweek's eyes started to flutter open. I jolted up quickly, ignoring the ache in my back from the hard plastic chair.
He let out a small scream and I nearly laughed in relief. "Oh my God Tweek, you're awake !" I breathed out.
His eyes open fully, and his gaze rests on me, confused. I watch him struggle to sit up for a moment, ' should I help him?' but before I can move to stand up, Tweek is already in a sitting position.
He's twitching.
"Um..." I start awkwardly, "I called your parents. They should be here pretty soon."
He still looks confused.
"Tweek?"
"Where a-am I?"
"You're in the hospital." I respond, "You slipped into Stark's Pond. What were you thinking walking on it in the first place?"
Tweek lets out a shuddering breath, like he's trying to hold back a yell. (He probably was.)
Suddenly, he flings an arm over his eyes, and I never realized how skinny he was. His wrist bone juts out of his skin ghoulishly, his eyes have the darkest rings I've ever seen, and his face is gaunt and his cheeks are hollow.
'I don't actually remember the last time I've seen his face hold color,'
And suddenly I feel guilty for not noticing Tweek early... but that's stupid right? It's not like Tweek and I are actually friends.
Tweek lets out a shriek, and I startled.
"What are y-you doing here t-then?" He asks.
"I saw you fall in," I bite out, "I saved you Twitchy-"
I start coughing suddenly, and I grimace into the crook of my arm. 'Fuck these goddamn cigarettes,'
I look at Tweek again, and I recoil at the look on his face...
Broken.
I don't finish my sentence. My anger has dissipated anyways.
We both stay quiet. The beeps and whirls of the machines in the hospital room our only break in silence.
I pull my jacket closer to my body, glad that something on me isn't damp. But the room isn't cold anyway, and my shirt dried a while ago.
BOOM
Tweek jumps, and I flinch.
The door hits the wall loud and Mrs. Tweak comes barreling through like the goddamn devil is after her.
"Oh my god baby! Are you okay?! Craig called us and I was so scared." Mrs. Tweak leans over and hugs Tweek.
I'm uncomfortable. I feel like I'm intruding on something private, and I stand up from my seat quickly.
Is it sad that I'm jealous of Tweek right now? My mother has never hugged me like that in my life....
I look away from them.
Mr. Tweak comes through the door. He looks relieved, like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders when he sees his twitching son.
Mrs. Tweak is crying now, and Tweek still looks broken. ' He'll be fine,' I think, 'I'm just going to leave now.'
Right as I am almost past the threshold of the door, I hear, "Thank you Craig, Thank you so much for saving my son."
It was Mrs. Tweak. I turn around, and give her a weak smile.
I continue out the door in a daze. I travel down the corridors of the hospital, ignoring the moans and cries of the sick. My ears are ringing, but I keep going. I am most definitely not crying again. My breath is shaky, my nerves feel like they are on fire, and all I can think is ' cigarette, cigarette, cigarette'
I race out of the hospital now. When I emerge on the outside of the building, I hunch over, and catch my breath.
' Fuck. I'm literally two goddamn cities away from South Park.' Because goddamn it, South Park has a fucking shitty hospital, and the paramedics on duty literally refused to bring Tweek to that one. I don't blame them.
' It's gonna be a long walk home.' I think, melancholy.
I have twelve cigarettes left.
*.*.*.*.*.
By the time I got home, my legs hurt so bad that I literally collapsed on my doorstep.
The sun was rising over the horizon, flushing the world in a pink-orange. The sky was clear, and the birds morning melody chimed through the air. The snow still littered the town, and the wind was still fierce, but I never felt more relieved in my life.
I have never felt so much emotion all at once. I was physically and mentally drained beyond exhaustion.
Not to mention, I reeked of cigarette.
I quietly opened the door, and bolted to my room. It's not like my parents actually noticed I was
gone, anyway.
Once I reached my room, I immediately peeled off my clothes. I threw them into a ball on the floor, changed into more comfortable clothing, and flung myself onto the bed.
My alarm clock rang.
What the fuck.