A/N: OH MY GOD. Chapter 4! HAHA. I never thought I'd make it this far. No, seriously. I lost track of the plot at this point. Honestly, I just organized the beginning, and the ending. I'm totally stuck in the middle. Which is pretty much now. Hopefully, me making this stuff on the spot will please you. Hopefully. Um…how many words has it been? Oh…well. I guess my next goal is…11k words then. Enjoy or hate, please review. I accept flames. I wrote this on 11/15. I'm pretty lazy.

Warning: Yaoi. YAOI. Also usage of swearing. This fic is not for those who are sickened easily, like you see a dog pee then you throw up and pass out, sickening. Other than that, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: South Park is owned by Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Not me. If it was I, well, I say 50% of you would commit suicide.

Please enjoy. _

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My eyes shot up and I felt myself gasping for air. I my heart stopped when his body made a loud thump to the floor. Tweek's eyes were closed yet his body was moving up and down in the most demonic way. He was also gasping for air as his body shot up.

I run out of the bathroom. Screaming, " SOMEONE! HELP HELP! SOMEBODY'S DYING!" I didn't necessarily know if Tweek was dying, but damn he needed help. I rush back into the bathroom to see Tweek's body laid calm but still out cold. Blood was seeping out of his mouth and formed and small pool around his head. My eyes started to water.

" HEELLPPP!" I keep screaming. Some people came into the bathroom after hearing my calls and stared at Tweek in shock.

" Someone call the office!" I hear someone shout.

" No you retard! Someone call 911!" Another person replies. I gritted my teeth and rushed forward to his body. I carefully had his body sit up and I check his forehead. It was numb and cold. I then checked his heartbeat. His beating was slowing by the minute. What else I have noticed is that his chest was extremely, and dangerously, hot. Finally, Token comes up to the scene and pulls out his cell phone. Dialing the police number. He requests for immediate health service to our school. Once he finishes some teacher rushed into the boy's bathroom. I think even one lady screamed.

I quickly pick up Tweek in a bride-style way and rush out of the bathroom. After moving my way out of the crowd, I start running to the outside of the school, holding Tweek in my arms. My tears finally streamed down my face. Hot running tears left my face and flew into the air, some even landing on Tweek's face. Those that did land on his cheek rushed down and into the river of blood pouring out of his mouth. It was such a horrible sight.

A lot of people were staring at us as I ran out the hallway. There were many students in the hallway because 5th period let out. I didn't care if they stared. All I wanted was Tweek to get out safely and to make sure I don't run into someone while I was at my top speed.

As I was about to exit the door, a familiar blonde stepped out of the classroom next to the exit. I quickly stopped running and barely kept myself from running into him.

" Oh d-dear. Is that Tweek?" Pip asked concerned. I quickly nod my head and gesture it to tell him I had to go. Pip slowly nods back. As I opened the door, I heard him mutter, "I suppose it has started." That made me look back but he was gone. As mysterious as that was, I had no time to think. I ran out of the door looking to see if any ambulances have arrived. I stood there outside the school, holding onto the person I loved who was in deep pain.

Other students and teachers poured out of the school to see what was going on. I saw a lot of people I knew staring at me, and mostly the blonde that was in my arms. I saw Clyde, opened mouth and wide-eyed. I saw Token who was quickly dialing 911 once more. Stan and Kyle, who just arrived and wanted to know what was going on. I even saw Ms. Joseph. Her hands were to her mouth and I didn't know if she was shocked, or just damn laughing.

Finally the ambulance arrived. The sirens were loud and clear, filled with overwhelming alertness. The pulled up on the side of the school, where the red sidelines were present. The paramedics came rushing out from the back of the ambulance, holding stretchers and other equipments. They saw the blonde in my arms and immediately ran towards me; assuming that this was the boy they had called about. There were also some policemen forcing the by standing students to back up. Token was giving his report to one of the paramedics and a cop. As I looked around at my surroundings, the light blonde was grabbed, and carried away from my grip. Tweek was laid on a stretcher and was being carried by 2 paramedics. There hauled him into the back of the ambulance, ready for departure. I quickly jumped up from my spot and ran inside it. The few nurses inside didn't question me when I scrambled over to Tweek's side. I guess they knew I was his friend and didn't want to leave him. Well, damn right I won't. Net now, not ever, will I leave Tweek when he needs me.

The ambulance's sirens were even louder inside the van. I look out the back, caged, windows to see my classmates staring at the ambulance in shock. Butters looked as if knew something. Pip was mumbling words into his hands, Token was shaking his head in his arms, Clyde was asking questions, and everyone else was confused. I-I think Ms. Joseph was smirking. That…that son of a bitch. Uh. I mean that fucking bitch. Shit. I don't usually curse at girls. DAMN IT. She knows something!

My eyes felt growingly uncomfortable as the hot tears glued to my face. I took my sleeve and quickly wiped them away. I took my other hand and started combing Tweek's wild hair as the car sped up. A redheaded nurse asked me politely to move aside. I nod and waddled backed a few. It was hard to get my footing since the van was driving seriously fast and making a lot of turns. The nurse and some others went over to Tweek to give him an inspection. I heard a few gasps and a doctor yelling out to some nurses about bringing something to him. The same redheaded nurse that asked me to step aside ran up to the doctor and gave him an oxygen mask. The doctor immediately strapped the mask over Tweek's head.

I lied on the side of the wall watching the whole thing. I felt completely helpless sitting there. It wasn't a very good feeling. Not at all. I felt utterly irresponsible that I wasn't able to protect my only, best friend and the person I love. The pain in my chest grew heavy each time I heard the heart monitor beep. I swear to God, I'm going to explode with all the tension. But if I exploded, who would take care of Tweek?

I couldn't see exactly what was going on with the doctors because there were 3 of them crowding over Tweek. If Tweek was awake right now, he'd freak out for sure. Even I'm freaking out right now. But I guess I'm in a different situation right? Tweek was lying on the stretcher completely motionless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't help but blur my sight with tears. Yeah look here. I don't give a fuck about crying over my best friend. Actually, I'm the person who cries the least in South Park. Have you seen Kenny crying over Butters whenever he's on a vacation? Yeah. No serious. Kenny may be a whore, and act tough, but when it comes to Kenny and Butters, Kenny's a big softy. I wonder when Kenny's going to confess to Butters. Actually, when am I going to confess to Tweek? Well, I know I'm going to do that before Kenny, that's for sure.

For what seems like days, hours and years, we finally arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. The doctors pushed the stretcher out of the ambulance once it stopped. The redheaded nurse informed me that I had to wait inside the waiting room until further notice. WAITING ROOM MY ASS. My best friend is dying and I have to wait! HELL NO! NO FUCKING WAY AM I DOING THAT SHIT! But unfortunately, that's what I do. I had no choice. If I argued, I'd get thrown out. At least that's what the reception lady told me. So what did I do? I sat in that fucking chair staring at fucking ceiling T.V impatiently. I stare at the T.V screen in anticipation. Judge Judy was on and it was a repeat episode. Another case about how some guy's ex broke his truck or something. Stupid.

Moments passed and my hands are sweating together. I stare at the carpeted ground. I'm sweating from my face as well. Time is not on my side today. Time is making me feel confused a worry. No matter how much time it always seems to alter in my vision. Time was never by my side. Time has been cursing me for the longest time possible. Oh please. Just for today. Time, can you help me out? I want to see Tweek. I want to stop waiting. Please? I've never begged for anything else in my life.

"Mr. Tucker?"

I jump. I quickly look over to my right to see a nurse standing by the counter with folders in her hand. I quickly nod at her and gulp. Has time really heard my prayers?

" Mr. Tucker. You are now allowed to see Mr. Tweak. He is slightly awake and has requested to see you." The nurse informs me and gestures her hand to tell me to follow her. She opens the door to the hallway and walks in. I quickly get up from my seat and follow her down the corridor. The lights were very bright but I quickly adjusted my eyes. The nurse walks a few more steps and stops in front of a door, which was highlighted as Room 629. The nurse opens the door and tells me she will be back momentarily.

I hesitate, even though I want to walk in so badly and hug Tweek. Although, I couldn't. Thoughts ran through my mind as I stare at the floor outside of the room. Was he ok? H-How can I speak to him? What do I even say? Hey Tweek! I saw you vomit all over the bathroom! You okay buddy? No. I need to try and sound comforting. What should I say? Oh you know what? I'm winging this.

I open the door and silently walk in. As I take my slow steps, I realize I wasn't so eager to see Tweek as before. Actually, I think I'm trying to avoid seeing him. I guess I'm just so god damn scared to see what happened to him. He looked horrible in the ambulance, and I'm afraid to see him now. I stop walking when I get to the side of his bed. There is oxygen around his thin-framed head and there's an IV on his right arm. His eyes are darker and have more bags under them than usual. His face is pale white unlike the rosy red he usually had outside in the cold. The heart monitor gave off a beep every few seconds, which frightened me ever more than it should. Was the screen suppose to do that? Should I call a doctor? Why am I so fucking paranoid?

I quietly sit down in the small chair next to his bed. I bit my lower lip harshly as I look over Tweek. He wasn't even twitching the slightest at all. Each breath he took his chest rose slightly and heaved back down. He actually looked…calm. I raise my hand up, unsure what to do with it. I gently brush the back of my hand against Tweek's cheek. Cold. It was colder than usual. I then moved some of his bangs out of his face and to the side. I left my hand on his forehead. He twitched. I smile softly. He was so beautiful. There was no way I can possible dislike this boy. He was perfect. He was truly made for me. I took Tweek's hand into mine's. A perfect fit. I smile even brighter; not realizing a tear strolled down my cheek. I look down at our hands, thinking this is the way it was meant to be. I felt him stir.

"C…C-Craig?"

"Tweek!" I shot up from my seat and looked him over. He was smiling even though it was hard to identify because of the oxygen mask. His eyelids were half-open and looked weary.

" C-Craig. You came b-by." He whispers and tilts his head to look at my better. His smile never once left his face. More tears streamed down my face.

" O-Of course! Why wouldn't I!? You're my best friend Tweek! " I manage to say even though my mind was distorted from the past scene.

" Why…why are you c-crying?" Tweek asks, the grin finally leaving his face and forming a frown. I stare at him blankly for a moment. I felt the tears on my face; shocked.

" Be-Because I was worried. About you Tweek." I answer back. His smile re-appears. He tells me he's sleepy and he goes back to sleep. Oh Tweek. Oh please Tweek.

Wake up soon.

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… This took me awhile. I need to learn how to use the bold thingy. Oh poor me. Annnyways…I need to pass out cute little waffles now.

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Finished on 12/21. I NEED TO WORK HARDER. Next reviews get French toast with maple syrup. 8D

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