A/N: I apologize if this chapter seems rushed. I wanted to update before I went on holiday.
Craig watched with dull, emotionless eyes as the blade was dropped to the ground. He smiled in masochistic pleasure… Oh, it feels so good… he thought to himself. I feel like I'm alive… like there's still a bit of something still inside me… he laughed at that thought, glad that the "something" would escape his grasp very soon and he'd be finished with his entire miserable existence.
He shivered as the blood poured down his arms and stomach… how it slid gently over his fingertips and plopped onto the cold ground. It felt so hot against his freezing skin… He sighed. "Why did I start doing this in the first place?" He wondered aloud. "It probably ruined my whole life…"
He picked the blade up again with trembling hands and dragged it across his chest. "No… I shouldn't think like that."
He dropped the blade again, knowing now that it would be enough.
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About half an hour or forty-five minutes after reading the note at Craig's house, Clyde and Kenny turned down an alleyway. The atmosphere kind of depressed Kenny, but he knew that they would have to check every single spot in order to find their friend.
"Kenny!" Clyde called. "I… I found him!" Kenny dashed towards the voice he heard, barely trusting his ears. "No way!" He said. "How is he?"
"Not good…" Clyde muttered when Kenny reached them. He gestured towards a bleeding Craig. Kenny blinked, shocked. Is he… smiling?!
"Craig!" The orange-clad boy called. "Craig! Are you okay?!"
"Nnn… yeah, Kenny," Craig replied. "Actually… I feel really good." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. "Clyde… why did you come and find me?"
"We read your note and were worried about you," the brunette replied, tears in his eyes. "We… you can't die."
"Why not? It'll feel… a lot better than this. I can't really live… without my Tweek…" he said. Kenny began to think he was delusional. "Don't say that, man," Clyde protested, shaking his best friend. "Don't – ever – say that!"
"But…" Craig began again. "It's true." He laughed. "Can't you tell that I'm content now?" He snapped. "I'm… almost happy to know that… that I'm going to die for real now."
"Killing yourself won't help anything!" Clyde yelled. "What about Tweek?! What'll happen to him?! Don't you care?!"
"Of course I do," Craig said. "He'll find someone else and be happy."
"He was pretty broken up about you two going your separate ways," Kenny said darkly. Craig grunted. "Then why isn't he here?"
"We told him to stay behind. We didn't want him to see you like this! Who knows what he would have done?!" Kenny wanted to punch Craig but knew better. Something like that might actually kill him at this point.
How much blood has he lost?! Kenny thought, staring in shock at the pools of blood underneath Craig. "We need to get you to a hospital," Kenny said suddenly. "Clyde, help me help him up." He knelt down and gently slung Craig's limp (and surprisingly light) body onto his back. "No point," Craig whispered, feeling incredibly drained. "I… I'm going to die… and that's all there is…" he let out a large breath and, before he fell victim to the hypnotic beckon of unconsciousness, he whispered "Tell Tweek that… I'm sorry… and… I - I still love him…"
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After school, Kenny and Clyde went to go pick Tweek up and told him the entire story. Everything about Craig admitting he was ready to die, cutting himself, being carried to the hospital and perhaps his final words was covered by Tweek's friends. He threw himself to the ground, sobbing and crying and wanting to go back in time and prevent everything. Clyde picked him up and gave him a hug, Kenny doing the same. "If you want," Clyde offered, "We can go… we can visit him…"
Still sobbing, Tweek began to shiver. "I… I don't know…" he said. "It's too much p-pressure. I c-can't do it…"
"Come on," Clyde encouraged. "It'll mean a lot to him…"
"Yeah," Kenny chimed in. "I mean… he did say he was sorry and that he loves you." He smiled as he saw Tweek nod hesitantly. "Great," he said. "I think visiting hours are still going."
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They soon arrived at Hell's Pass hospital. This place held many memories for Tweek… most of them horrible ones.
Especially now.
The three of them made their way inside and were directed to Craig's room. It had been a few hours, so it made sense that Craig was resting by now. Tweek blinked. It felt so weird to be here visiting someone who was probably in a coma.
The sight of the sleeping boy broke his heart.
"Craig… Oh…" he breathed, stepping close to the bed and sitting in a chair beside it. "Ohh… Craig!" He broke down again, sobbing and throwing his face down on to the covers. "I'm… I'm so sorry! I didn't… I don't want you to die… I'm scared…" he said between harsh sobs. Kenny patted the frail blonde's back. "Hey…" Kenny said. "Calm down… it's not your fault…"
"Yes it is!" Tweek cried, head snapping up to face Kenny. "Don't… don't tell me to calm down when Craig's going to die!" He spat out, hysterical in his grief. "Why… why would you do something like this?" He whispered, knowing Craig couldn't hear him. Clyde also patted Tweek's back. "C'mon, Tweek…" he began, but Tweek cut him off. "You… don't… why did you kiss Craig?" He asked. "Why? Clyde…why did you kiss him…?"
Clyde sighed, shrugging. "I… I honestly don't know," he lied. "It just kind of… happened."
"I see…"
Kenny smiled down at Tweek. "If you want, we can leave you two alone," he said. Clyde agreed. "Okay…" Tweek said. "But before you go… where did you find him?"
"Behind that old building… you know, the one with the ivy coming off the walls?" Kenny said. Tweek nodded, smiling. "I thought so. Thanks, guys," he said, waving as the two boys walked out.
"I'm so sorry, Craig…" Tweek said, smiling a delicate smile that threatened to crack at any moment. "I didn't mean to hurt you…"
He gasped as he felt Craig stir beneath him. There was a small grunt as the ebony-haired boy opened his eyes…
"T… Tweek?" Craig asked weakly. He blinked, thinking his eyes had betrayed him. "Nngh…"
"Craig!" Tweek cried. "Oh, Craig, you're awake!"
"I… I thought I was… I'm dreaming, I must be…"
"No, you're awake… I can see you!"
"No! Stop… Don't…" he whispered. "I can't stand it… knowing that you're here… but it's not real…" a tear fell down his cheek, and Tweek wiped it off. "Don't say that!" He said, squeezing Craig's hand. "Please… don't say that… I'm here."
Craig's eyes shone in happiness. His last thought before falling asleep was "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
A/N: Hooray for short fluffy angst chapters. ;'D Pleade review. :3 Though I won't be able to reply to any reviews over the next few days unless I reply to them tonight. So be patient, I will reply!