The fighting had finally died down a while after Stan's gang of annoying friend's left, and Craig nursed his newly broken arm which added to the plethora of other injuries he'd already sustained at the school. It hurt, but his face probably hurt more. When did Tweek learn how to box? Those bony fingers of his sure came in handy when it came to punching. Who knew someone with so little muscle on them could inflict so much damage!
"A-are... you okay?" Tweek twitched nervously, glancing around the room, refusing to look Craig in the still-swelling eye.
"Sure, why not," Craig muttered, watching the nurses go back and forth between the rooms. He wondered when his next treatment with the ointment would be. Probably not for a while.
"C-c-c-coffee!" Tweek suddenly shrieked. "Need... coffee..." His voice got quieter and his glancing became almost frantic. "Augh!"
"My parents don't let me drink coffee," Craig said dully. "They say it's bad for me."
For the sole sake of needing to hear something other than his own whines, Tweek replied. "My p-p-parents say it'll calm me down. It's good for m-me."
"It stunts your growth and stops you from being hungry," Craig said, turned to look at him through his lidded eyes. Man, that punch really hurt! "It's probably why you're so short and scrawny."
Tweek twitched again, sounds of discomfort letting themselves out every few seconds. "At least I know you said that one..."
"Wanna get into another fight over it?" Craig asked, feeling annoyed and sarcastic. "I think you missed a few bones when you hit me the last time, because I'm still functional."
"Too much... pressure!" Tweek squeaked before hiding under his covers. Craig could tell he was trembling under there.
The hum of the machines around them and the heartbeats of the patients behind the divider curtains were all they could hear in the small room. His own heartbeat stayed steady even though their last scuffle had been only minutes ago. Sterile needles and other tools were set meticulously on the moving table next to Craig's bed. It was only then did he notice that Tweek's pulse had begun to slow down from the erratic pace it had been at least thirty-seconds ago.
"Tweek?"
Craig wondered if the kid had passed out from "too much pressure."
Hey readers! So this is a new project I'm starting, mostly for the amusement of seeing Craig and Tweek interact. I'm not a slash fan, so there will be no romance in this collection of drabbles, but I can assure you there will be fluff! Because I like fluffy stuff.
Will hopefully post the next drabble soon!
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