Tweek laid in the hospital room, stubbornly wearing his clothes instead of the gown the offered. He knew the filthy things that have touched those gowns.

So, he lay in his bed, flicking through the channels on the tiny TV, and wondering where the HELL Craig was.

He hadn't spoken to him at all today. And Craig must have known he was in the hospital. People had cameras when Tweek was remembering how to open a chute, and probably wasted no time putting them all over the Internet. The News team arrived while Tweek's parachute was caught on a corner of the building, still two stories up, and because there was nothing else going on (naturally) they put it on Live and replayed it over and over and OVER. Not to mention, everyone was talking about the best part, when the chute tore and Tweek ended up landing in a bush, which barely saved him a broken leg.

It was sprained though, along with his twisted arm from flailing it in the chute for half an hour. Which is why he was in the hospital at all.

Tweek reminded himself to calm down. Craig had told him; when he was driving him home after work that he would be at home all day looking at photos with thumbs on the lens. He was probably still there. Dying with boredom. Wishing he were with Tweek.

But, he was Tweek, and every worry he never wanted to think about came rushing into his head. All he could think of was that Craig was cheating on him. And the sex was way better.

He weighed the logic and knew that that could never happen. Craig told him that tons of times that it wouldn't. And he could trust Craig. He knew that more than anything.

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While Tweek was getting into a cherry picker, Craig was underneath Clyde, panting, and wondering if Stripe would tell anyone anything he saw. He decided no, and made a pleased noise as Craig came up to chew on his bottom lip. And he just let him. Because he didn't even realize what was going on.

Twenty minutes later, Craig's cell phone rang to the tune of, 'Everything is Alright'. He barely heard it, but right as the chorus came on, it clicked in his brain. He pushed Clyde off, who was disgruntled to be interrupted, and answered.

"Where ARE you??" Craig was confused at first, because Tweek didn't sound scared. Then he remembered where he was, what he was doing, and whom he should have been with at the time. And he realized, Tweek, for once, was angry.

"I… I…"

"I'll tell you where you AREN'T: at home, at Starbucks looking for me, at my house, and more than likely not anywhere in the general outside. Oh, and here's the kicker, not in the hospital room that I've been in for the past HOUR."

"Wait-WHAT? Hospital?" Clyde cocked an eyebrow as he picked Craig's shirt off the ground and handed it to him. "Wh-What happened?"

"Well, gee, Craig, if you could have been there for me, maybe you would know."

Craig's face turned red very steadily as this conversation went on. "BEEN THERE FOR YOU? I'm there for you ALL the fucking TIME, Tweek. And I would have been again if… if…" He lost track of his point somewhere. Silence buzzed in the phone and he wondered if maybe Tweek had hung up. Then, a crack of a broken sob slipped in, and Craig went back to his normal color in an instant.

"Well. That's just great, Craig. Just fucking great. I'm SO glad that you need a vacation from me every now and then. But maybe, just maybe, if you cared at all about this relationship, you could have changed you trip to Malibu for a time other than when I've only been working at my form of Heaven for more than a day. Maybe I wouldn't have fallen apart, clocked out four hours early, and went to the mall where I found Token, who decided to convince me to parachute off of the mall's roof." Tweek knew that this didn't make much of an argument, but didn't care.

Craig wilted. He could just imagine Tweek sitting in a hospital room, crying while on the phone with his supposed boyfriend who happens to be half naked in Clyde's room.

"I…" He had nothing to say. Nothing he could say. What, he ditched Tweek to make out with Clyde? Perfect.

"Forget it, Craig… Just…" He laughed, a sad sort of laugh. Tweek asked himself why he was being so emotional. It wasn't the first time Token's gotten him into a hospital bed. And he couldn't expect Craig to be there all the time, holding his hand.

"Sorry, Craig. Really. Sorry. I… I didn't mean it. I don't know. Just feeling… Intense, I guess… It's not your fault. The meds they gave me, the painkillers, they're probably making me hormonal, or something. Are you mad?"

Craig wiped at his soggy vision and tried to laugh a little. "No, ah, it's fine. When do you get out of the hospital, I can pick you up?"

While Craig talked with Tweek on the phone, Clyde slipped out of the room and stood in the hallways, kicking himself for being such a jackass. What the hell was his problem? He knew what was going on, it was so obvious. How could he just do that? He knows Craig can resist a good bite here and there. Damn it. Now Craig's going to feel awkward or livid toward him, and he'll feel guilty and bad around Tweek. He sighed and walked back into the room just as Craig closed his phone.

"Hey, uh…" Craig sniffed and pulled on his shirt. "Is it ok if I go? Tweek's in the hospital. Apparently, Token got him to parachute off a roof, and he sprained his leg and stuff. I got to pick him up." He looked at Craig like he hadn't just had the other nibbling on his earlobe. Clyde tried to look just as indifferent.

"Yeah, sure. No problem, man."

Craig nodded and picked up Stripe's cage. He saw that Stripe was hiding in his little tube, peering out curiously. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"See you." He said as he passed Clyde, who seemed very flushed.

"Bye."

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And now, a short diversion.

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Cartman came storming into the food court, still picking rose petals out of his shirt, which he was also untucking while he cursed under his breath. He grabbed a tray of some poor sap's food as it was being handed to them, and slammed it down on the guys' table, sitting down in a huff.

"Dude," Kyle said, giving him a look of confusion. "What happened with Wendy?" Cartman snarled and took some of Kyle's curly fries for mentioning what he was despising at the moment. Kyle just let him have it, waiting for an answer.

"That gaddamn hippie… I gave her the stupid flowers and I said all that crappy romantic shit I wrote down from all those cheesy movies…" He opened up the wrapped burger, hoping it was a double cheese, double bacon supreme. "And you know what she did? He threw the roses at me- the ones I paid for with MY hard earned cash- and said that the Titanic was sexist and she REFUSED to be discriminated as a woman by being treated as a standard, 'damsel'. Then she just left! I go to all that trouble, try and be nice, and she gets PMS-y on me."

The whole table sat in silence after that, minus Cartman's loud chomping of the weak plain burger. Kyle stared at Cartman, then turned to Stan, only to find that Stan was trying not to laugh. His face was completely red, his shoulder's were shaking, and he was trying to hide his face and not be noticed. Kyle sighed and turned back to Cartman, who was gulping down his drink.

"So… Tweek was here earlier. And then he jumped off the roof." Cartman barely grunted a reply, and then recommended that they go to the arcade so he could vent some of his anger on cheap video games.