Why Not Both?

Chapter Seven

They eventually made it to the hospital and Kenny waited in the front area while Tweek was with a specialist somewhere in some room far away by himself. He was probably freaking out. poor guy. Ugh. Fuck. Kenny wished he could be back there with him.

Tweek was totally freaking out as soon as he had to leave Kenny and be rolled back to some dark room have a rape kit. He hated every minute and felt even more violated than before, but he had to deal with all that. They offered him to give the DNA sample for if he wanted to file a crime. He said no. Then, they tested him for STDs and pregnancy. When the doctor told him he was negative to all tests, he couldn't have been happier. He thanked them all and was rolled back to Kenny.

"Thank god that's over. I-I'm not- I'm not.. you know.. c-can we go- I-I'm so sleepy.." he hummed tiredly. Kenny instantly stood up as he saw Tweek being rolled through the door finally. He walked over to him and smiled happily behind his hoodie.

"Really? That's great, Tweek. We can go. To your place, or mine?" Kenny asked, leading them back out to his car as they got in together.

"D-do you mind if we g-go to -ack- your place? I don't want them t-to see me like this. They'll be pissed.. Do you mind? If not, I'll go h-home.." Tweek responded quietly, letting Kenny help him to the car and putting him gently into the seat.

"No, I don't mind, cutie. You can definitely stay over if you want. You can even sleep in my bed since you're tired. I can help you in the bath, too, if you need it," Kenny offered sweetly. He wanted to make sure he could do anything and everything for Tweek at the moment. This was exactly what Tweek realized he needed right now, sweetness and a bit of playfulness to distract him a bit. Thank god for Kenny.

"A-are you sure? Y-you don't have to help me with the bath thing if you just help me to the bathroom, I can probably do it from there. T-thank you, Kenny, s-so much.. it means a lot," he said and blushed way too much at the pet names this situation, but it did make him feel good for a bit and he definitely needed it.

"Okay, just making sure you don't need help," Kenny replied, parking at his house and taking Tweek inside with him. He helped him upstairs to the bathroom and left him some clothes to wear for the time being. Then, he walked to his bedroom and relaxed on the bed. He let out a sigh relieved he could help out Tweek and that the tests were negative. He was so busy with worrying about Tweek that he barely even noticed all the calls and texts he was getting from Craig. He texted him only that Tweek was okay so that Tweek could tell Craig on his own time what happened.

It took Tweek an annoyingly long and really painful time in the bath. He had to scrub parts of him that Kenny hadn't because they were private and covered. He used his nails to scrape at his skin all over to get those fucking hands off of him. He felt so dirty and violated. Now, he was sobbing aggressively yet again. He wanted today to be over with. He wished it hadn't happened, but knew it was foolish.

Eventually, he finished scraping the symbolic dirt and more blood from his body, only to leave even more red marks all over from his own nails. At least they were his own hands. After he got control of his sobbing, he emptied the tub and did his best to dry himself before slowly putting on Kenny's clothes to the best of his ability. Then, he tried to stand and walk out the door slowly, but fell before he made it to Kenny. The taller boy shot up when he heard a sudden bang in the hallway. He went out and bent down to help Tweek up.

"Tweek, are you okay?" Kenny asked worriedly. He picked him up slowly once again and carried him to his bed as he sat down next to him.

"I-I'm sorry! I thought- sorry.. Thank you," he said, while letting Kenny carry him to the bed. Then he looked over at Kenny with his bruised and swollen face. "I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I involved you.."