Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 22: The Talk

They splinted my leg and dosed me full of pain meds a couple of hours later. Once I was able to calm Tweek down, Sadie came back in and gave us a few options. She told me that we could continue to fight my cancer and it possibly could give me a few more months but there was no guarantee. The other option was to ward off the symptoms as best as we can, keep the pain down and try to live as good of a life as I can in six months. Tweek begged me to continue treatment, but he knew there was no use. If I was going to die soon, I wanted to do it at home. With him in my arms.

We finally agreed that it was the best choice, and I asked Sadie about at home hospice care. The next few days were filled with meetings and plans discussed from the comfort of my hospital bed, and despite how painful my decision was for Tweek, he never left my side.

After days of nothing but sleeping, eating, talking, and taking pain meds, I was finally given permission to leave my room for a few hours. Granted, I had to be in a wheelchair but it was better than nothing. Tweek was the first one to jump up when the nurse said I would have to be pushed around.

He helped me get dressed in some warmer clothes and helped me into the chair, laying a warm blanket over my body since we were going to be walking around the edge of the hospital. I wasn't looking forward to the cold, but I was looking forward to having some alone time with Tweek.

We rolled to the front entrance and I pulled my blanket up to my chin as the cold hit my face. Tweek rolled us towards the path along the side specifically marked off for patient enjoyment. Even though it was cold, the trees are still strangely beautiful. It felt peaceful out here.

"I'm leaving Stan," Tweek said, breaking the silence between us. I couldn't turn my head to look at him, but I could hear the pain in his voice.

"Why?" I asked.

"I just don't love him the same way anymore. I want you."

I shook my head. "You're staying with him. End of story."

"Excuse you?" He said, pulling me to a stop. "It's my choice."

He sat down on the bench next to my chair. "I'm leaving him. I want to be with you, nobody else."

I shook my head. "Tweek, you need to stay with him."

"Isn't this what you wanted?" He asked, searching my eyes for something. "I thought you wanted me to be with you."

I reached out a hand from under my blanket, rubbing my thumb up and down his cheek. "Tweek, I want to be with you more than anything in the world. I love you more than you will ever know."

"Then why can't I leave him?" He touched my hand gently, wrapping his fingers around my index finger.

"I'm dying. I don't want you to be alone when I'm gone."

Tweek squeezed my finger hard. "Stop saying that!"

"But it's true. I'm dying!"

"SHUT UP!"

Tweek's hand was across my face, leaving a sting on my cheek. I ignored it and grabbed his shoulders. He tried to pull his arms from his sides, but even in my weakened state, I was stronger than him.

"Tweek! Stop and listen to me."

"No! Not until you take it back!" He cried out. "I don't care how long I have, you aren't dying and I will stay with you!"

"I don't want you to be alone."

"I won't be alone! As long as I have the time that I do with you, I'll never be alone. I have to believe you aren't dying, can't you understand that?!"

I fell silent at his words. I was the one dying, but he was dying more than I was. I was insensitive to his feelings and my guilt was crawling up my back. I was constantly reminding him of my fate.

"Craig, I have never wanted anything more in my life. I will be satisfied if you are the one that I can stay with forever."

"My forever is ending soon, though," I whispered.

"Your forever lives on with me." He reached into his pocket as I let him go. "I was going to wait to do this, and I'm so sorry it's so rushed."

I confused for a moment until he moved off of the bench and kneeled in front of me, his scrawny figure shaking as he did. He pulled the small object from his pocket and presented it to me, opening the lid of the box for me to see.

"Craig Tucker, you big dumb idiot, fucking marry me."

In the box, a flat ring with gold and blue marbling its surface was sitting there, placed with such precision. On its surface, the letters SC and WT were engraved into it.

"This is my favorite memory of us when we were kids, playing superheroes. You were my Super Craig,"

I smiled as I gently took the box from his so I could see the letters better. SC was for Super Craig, and WT was for Wonder Tweek.

"And you were always my Wonder Tweek." I smiled, holding back my tears. "Tweek, I-I don't know what to say."

"Say yes, dumbass." He chuckled, wiping his tears away.

I laughed and nodded. "Yes. One thousand times yes."

Tweek was in my lap, his arms around my neck in a deep passionate kiss. I pressed my lips into his roughly, his tears making the kiss wet. I caressed his neck and back as we kissed, his body was so much warmer than my hands. This man was everything I wanted and needed. If he wanted me to be selfish and take him from Stan, fine. I will love him until there's nothing left for me to give him.

He pulled away first, sitting down in my lap as I kissed his neck. His smile grew the more we touched.

Tweek pulled away gentle and looked at me. "I have a place picked out for us to stay, my parents offered to help pay for it. We would be renting it basically, but it would be ours."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You knew I'd say yes and had everything all planned out, didn't you?"

He nodded and kissed me again, and we melted all over again. I didn't want to move from this spot, not as long as I was breathing.