Don't flirt at work! /CRAIG x TWEEK/

#24 - Threats and Cigs

6:00AM

"..."

Silence. That's all Tweek wanted.

"..."

But what can he do when he is worried?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The heart rate monitor beeped faintly. The room was white, there was a bouquet on the table and some 'get well' cards were scattered on it as well.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tweek arrived early. He couldn't sleep. He needed to check on Gallagher's condition. Not because he cared about him, but because he needed to know how he felt and when he'll recover. He lied at the reception, using his acting skills to fake being his bestest friend to get in before visiting time.

He has always been great at acting, but Gallagher picked on him every single time he tried to shine on the stage. Calling him a 'basic faggot' for being interested in theater.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"..." Tweek got impatient. "Wake up."

Thomas didn't move, only his chest rose and fell as he kept on breathing.

"Gallagher. Wake the fuck up."  Tweek spoke louder.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He didn't care that he got beaten up or he needed to rest. He wasn't in a coma, he knew that. The doctors told him he woke up a couple of times at night due to the pain. The painkillers knocked him out, but Tweek needed him awake.

"Gallagher!"  Tweek shook him until he woke up. The monitor showed his fastening heartbeat, but he wasn't concerned.

"AGH!"  Thomas exclaimed. He hissed from pain. His face was filled with bruises and cuts, some of his teeth were missing and he got a black eye. Two, actually.

"Wh- what.. who.. who are you?"  His vision must have been blurry as he didn't know who woke him up.

"Your favourite faggot." Tweek replied coldly.

"T-Tweek..?"

"At least you remember me."  He snarled at the injured boy. "Now, listen here."

"What do you want?"

"I SAID-"  He grabbed Thomas's hospital coat.  "LISTEN HERE."

"O-okay!"  The boy closed his eyes from terror.

"..." Tweek let go of him and sat back down.  "How do you feel?"

"Huh?"  Thomas got confused.

"Answer."

"I feel.. okay, I guess. He hit me hard but I've had worse."  Thomas confessed.

"Good."  Tweek responded.  "So you'll recover fast, right?" 

"I think so.. but why the fuck do you care of all people? What's the time in the first place?"  Thomas glanced around.

"Okay. I need you to promise me one thing."  Tweek looked in Thomas's eye.  "As soon as you recover, you'll forget about the whole thing, okay? You will not press the charges and let Craig go with a heavy fine."

"And why on Earth would I do that?"

Tweek snapped.

"Cause I said so, you motherfucking filth. If you dare to even let a peep out.. I'll slit your throat in your sleep."

"..."  Thomas widened his eyes. "I- I... o-okay. You seem serious. I- f-fine."

Tweek sighed happily. "Thanks."  He stood up and left Thomas like he had never talked to him. Pacing out of the hospital, he avoided everyone's vision and walked to the parking lot. He sat on his bike and drove off instantly.

As soon as he got home, he rushed into his room. His thoughts.. all of them were focused on one thing. He.. threatened Gallagher..? For Craig..?

"What the.."  Tweek hid his face in his palms.

Tweek felt like he was going crazy. Doing all those things for him, when at the same time he hated him. At least, he tried to hate him with all his might. He stripped from his clothes and remained in his boxers. Hugging his bed sheets as he let out a scream into his pillow.

He started crying again. He knew he wouldn't stop at two.

Tweek felt disconnected from reality. He saw that things were going to be fine, but.. he didn't actually see it. All he saw was pain and darkness. He tried connecting the dots to make some sense out of the chaos:

Craig and him kinda fell in love.. then he told Craig about Gallagher.. then one day -which was yesterday- they saw Gallagher pass by and Craig completely lost his shit. After beating him up, Tweek left him and Craig, as it seems gave himself to the police. Craig's fate depends on Thomas's condition and as far as it seems, he'll recover quite fast. Tweek threatened to KILL him, if he pressed any charges so everything was going to be fine.

But that's where Tweek got stuck. What will happen after Craig will be let go from the station? How did Tweek feel..

He needed to do something. Anything.

He needed to release the tension somehow. Crying didn't work, it made things worse. He slowly gathered on his feet and made his way to his desk. Upon opening a drawer, he saw a pack of cigs and a knife.

"..." He started thinking. He used to hurt himself but made a promise to stop.

"..." Same with the cigarettes. The box was half empty, he used to smoke a lot.

"..." He kept glancing at both of the objects, compairing the risks of them. He sighed.

"Cigs it is."

He took the box, dressed up and opened his window. Leaning on it, he took his lighter out from the windowsill and lighted his cigarette.

Tweek's face burned from crying so much. He made a mental note to wash it later.

He took a deep drag and felt relief hit him. He missed smoking. He started it when.. well Gallagher first beat him up. It was the only thing that kept him sane and stable. If he didn't have the chance to smoke, he had to take other measures..

He smoked all of the cigarette and crashed it on the windowsill. There was a faint burnt circle on a certain spot where he used to always crush his cigarette stubs. After throwing it out in his bin, he sprayed deodorant everywhere and kept the window open.

It was already 7:15.. and Tweek didn't feel like doing anything. He didn't want to work, didn't want to leave. So he decided not to do anything for the rest of the weekend, he'd check on the café on Monday.