---Tweek's pov---

I stared at him.

"I'm b-bleeding? OH JESUS! W-What if I die of - ngh - b-blood loss?!" I shout grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

"Fucking hell. Are you always like this?" Craig asks stepping closer to me.

I jump slightly as he steps toward me, I give him a confused look and tilt my head to the side slightly.

He smiles slightly, "Never mind," I love it when he smiles, "What were you doing?"

What was I doing. What was I doing. How am I supposed to answer that without seeming like a stalker?! I can't!

"I-I don't kn-know!" I shout wobbling to my feet.

"You don't know what you were doing?" He scoffs and crosses his arms, "Sure."

I feel dizzy.

"Are you okay?" Craig asks I crossing his arms with a slightly confused expression.

---Craig's pov---

He looks disoriented.

Then, suddenly he falls forward.

I reach forward and catch him before he falls and damages his brain any further than he already has.

I hold him in my arms and he grabs onto my shoulders, his face going straight into my chest.

We stand there like that for a minute.

He smells like coffee.