Craig looked up at what appeared to be the ceiling in confusion. It didn't look like it should. Was it... moving? He blinked against the harsh lights that sped past him.
A loud ringing noise was the only thing he could hear, and god, his head was pounding. Wincing at the pain that suddenly shot through his entire right side as he turned his head, he noticed that he was laying in a bed, being pushed down a bright hallway. With a distant, calm detachment, he realized that he was in a hospital. Hell's Pass, probably.
The ringing noise was still causing a pounding headache. Craig realized that if he was in the hospital, he must be injured. He attempted to sit up, but immediately stopped when pain tore through him again. Still feeling like he was half asleep, and somehow floating above gravity, yet not knowing how exactly that was possible, Craig tried to remember how he got here.
The last thing he could remember was... Tweek's face. He thinks he was dreaming about it. But, Tweek was, sitting in class with him. This morning, right? Craig felt his heart start to speed up and a pit grew in his stomach as he realized.
Tweek looked terrified. It wasn't Tweek's normal fear, no, this was so much more intense. He had stopped mid-sentence.
"I said, SHUT UP, YOU POMPOUS ASS!"
That was what had interrupted him. Craig could feel that something was very, very wrong.
"HOW DARE YOU, YOU FRENCH PIECE OF SHIT!"
Was Pip here? What was going on? Where's Tweek?! Craig could feel his heartbeat and his throat close up, dry and cracked. Explosions. Screams. Everyone is screaming.
Tweek turns to look at him. The ringing intensifies, with the background exploding.
Tweek starts to open his mouth, and reaches out to Craig. Blood tears through Tweek, ripping him up.
There's so much screaming. Craig realizes that it's him. He's screaming. Hot tears are running down his face, and he watches Tweek fall. Craig doesn't even register the bullets ripping into him, he just watches Tweek.
The world closes in around him. Tweek is laying on the ground.
Screaming and thrashing about, ignoring the intense pain all around him, Craig hears more noise. The overbearing ringing, and voices. Yelling urgently at each other. "He's seizing! Grab his wrists!" Screaming. Blood. He is covered in Tweek's blood.
Blackness surrounds him, wrapping him in a cold, desolate feeling. The last thing he sees before slipping into unconsciousness is Tweek. Looking up at him from the floor, covered in blood, eyes widened with terror before rolling back into his head.
