Craig stood outside the hospital room, feeling incredibly stupid. Stupid and jerky.

He'd think of more clever words to describe his feeling if he wasn't thinking of more important things.

What would he say? What could he say? He had no clue. He sat outside he room and thought of anything to open conversation with. Maybe an icebreaker he used in the past.

All he could think of was flipping everyone off.

Damn his ineptitude in social skills.

No. No. No, no, no, goddamnit no.

He sighed. It'd be up to Tweek.

He took a minute to cross his fingers, hopping it wasn't as bad as it should have been, then he went in.

"Craig? Geez, it took you forever." Tweek sat up, pressing the nurse-call button near his bed. Craig smiled a bit, hearing the cheeriness in Tweek's voice. "Get me the hell outta here."

A nurse came in and pulled out the I.V. "You're ready to go, baby-cakes." She said, a bit flirty. Tweek didn't hear it. "You're folks came by earlier and signed you out, right?" Tweek nodded.

Craig blinked, confused. "Wait, Tweek. If your parents came, then why… didn't… you…?" The nurse left and Tweek stood up difficultly.

"Let's go. I didn't sleep when I was here, even with the I.V. so I'm exhausted." Jumping off a building can do that to you.

Craig nodded and started toward the door, helping Tweek with his cased ankle along. "Why would you stay though? You hate hospitals."

Tweek rolled his eyes, with a twitch. "You're slow."

Craig was about to say another ass-hat comment when Tweek covered it with his own mouth. A fleeting moment of happiness hit Craig, and then he remembered Clyde.

Oh shit.

Guiltily, Craig pulled Tweek away. He grinned, trying to cover it up. "Let's go, ok?" Tweek hesitated, but turned back to his cot to get his folded clothes.

While getting dressed, Tweek didn't stop apologizing for everything. Being impatient when he was at work, for jumping off the roof, for the phone call, everything. There was also a mention of the fight in grade school in there too. Tweek just would not shut up.

"For the last time Tweek, it's ok." They left the hospital and headed over to Tweek's house.

"Where are your parents?" Craig asked, nodding toward the empty driveway.

"Who knows?" Tweek shrugged, though a shudder escaped with a twitch. "I'm pretty sure they left me to die. I haven't seen them at all really. I don't even think they really even signed me out of the hospital."

The carelessness of the hospital in South Park, you wouldn't be surprised either.

After a while of them both sitting there, not-talking, Tweek finally spoke up again.

"Craig, really, I'm sorry about being so harsh on the phone."

Craig sighed, but smiled. "It's alright Tweek."

"No, it's just… After walking out of work, I ju-" He stopped, eyes wide.

"OHMIGODIWALKEDOUTOFWORK." He jumped up in his car seat, hitting his head. Before Craig could say, 'ouch' just for the sake of it, Tweek was back on his spasms. "Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod." He pulled at his hair with his one good hand and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop hyperventilating. Craig reached over and rubbed Tweek's back.

"It's ok."

"I'm gonna get fired and I'll never get this chance again and oh God my dream job is going down the drain and, and, and-"

"It's ok."

This went on for a while until Tweek was somewhat calmed down.

"Ok, it's ok. Ok?" Tweek nodded and Craig went on. "You won't get fired. It's alright. I'm pretty sure it's more then likely that your manager was passed out for most of the afternoon. Anyway, it's alright. You can do overtime and get back the hours, so money's not a problem. Don't worry. Relax."

Tweek nodded, logically, and breathed.

Breathe. Close you eyes. Breathe. Open them.

"You should go lay down. Calm down. Rest up." Which was true, but Craig also needed to talk to Clyde.

A lot.

Tweek nodded. Craig helped him to the house and to his room, when he laid Tweek down in bed.

As he was about to leave, Tweek spoke up, flustered and weak and just almost too much for Craig to bear.

"Craig…"

Tweek smiled a little, the nervous kind.

"Can you just… Stay? For a while?"

He tugged on Craig's jacket, the smile faded.

"Please?"

Craig, all guilt and backstabbing, he just sat down.

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"…Hello?"

"Hey Token."

"Clyde? Hey, man, what's up?"

"Well… you know."

"Clyde? You ok? You sound really upset."

"Yeah, well…" He hiccupped on the end of the line.

"Hey… hey man, its cool. You can tell me, man."

"Well, uh… you won't believe me when I tell you this, but, ah… I may have kinda, a little bit, seduced Craig." Nervous laughter, or a weak sob, but Token's end was dead silent.

"You do realize that you're an asshole now, right?"

"Yeah."

"'Cuz you knew, man. You knew what was going on with him."

"Yeah."

"And Tweek… Does Tweek even know?"

"I don't know. But he'll hate me." Another sob and Token wanted to call him a crybaby like in elementary school. But didn't.

"No, he wouldn't. He's not really the type to get mad. He'll more then likely feel betrayed by Craig if anything." Damn Token and his common sense.

"Oh man… I just… I hope Craig didn't tell him. I'm so embarrassed, I-"

"I know, man, I know. He might not have. You should talk to him."

"It was just so spontaneous, you know? I haven't done anything really. Sex-wise, I mean. Well, besides freshman year when we-"

"Yeah, that's not exactly NOT TALKING ABOUT IT, Clyde."

"Sorry."

"Ok."

"But I wasn't even thinking. I wouldn't do it again. I don't know why I even did."

"I know man. I've been there."

"He was just… right there. Ugh. I bet its hormones."

"Maybe."

"Well… Yeah, probably."

"Are you sure you're ok? Want me to come over?"

"I guess… Right now I really want to talk to Craig."

"Don't bother. He's probably with Tweek right now at the hospital."

"…That was YOU."

"Heh. You heard, eh?"

"…Can't say I'm not a little relieved you did it."

"What?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

"Ok. See ya."

"Bye."