"Tweek?" Craig called out into the room. Then he saw him, and his breath caught again. Tweek looked so small in the hospital bed surrounded by crisp white sheets and machines that emitted various soft beeps and lights. Tweek was lying quite still. To Craig's dismay he wasn't twitching.
"Hey, Craig..." Tweek murmured weakly. He looked ghostly in the white sheets. "I'm not twitching, Craig. I think they stopped it for now." Craig sighed and sat down next to him.
"Do you know why you twitch, Tweek?" Craig asked with a soft smile. Tweek paused for a moment to think before shaking his head. "You twitch so much because you drink so much coffee and don't live on anything else." Tweek paused again and shrugged.
"I'm fine, Craig. I can look after myself, you know. I'm six≈"
"Teen. Yeah, I know. But you're still a kid, Tweek. You need someone to look out for you." Tweek frowned.
"Hmm. Well, who's going to do that? I wouldn't want to look after me. Clearly my parents don't. You think I haven't noticed the fact they don't care?" Tears slowly rolled down Tweek's cheeks, but were stopped gently by Craig's hand. Craig pressed his lips against Tweek's once more before resting their foreheads together.
"I'll look after you the best I can, okay? I know we're the same age but I just can't lose you, Tweek." Craig looked down heartened when Tweek looked almost hurt to hear his words. He was used to false promises, Craig knew that. But Tweek had never anticipated the words Craig uttered next with a short kiss.
"I... love you."
Awh, the end! D: After writing this I want to write more, so hopefully I'll get a new idea soon! Thank you if you read all the way through, please review? :)