The Evermore Dissociate(Creek) - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Pictures flashed through Tweek's mind, almost like visions, or puzzle pieces leaving him completely clueless on what to do with them. One second he was seeing buildings, then the next the faces of people he couldn't name. He'd been idly watching Token leaving, not noticing Craig standing beside him. That was until the front door was shut and Craig yawned into his hand, causing Tweek to flinch at the proximity. "Jesus Christ! Do you always stand this close to people?"
"Get dressed, we're going out." Craig said, completely ignoring Tweek's glare.
"What? No." Tweek frowned. "I'm staying here."
"You asked me how you're supposed to trust me. So get changed, and let me show you that you can."
"But it's too cold outside..." Tweek shifted uncomfortably, searching for any excuse not to have to spend the day with Craig. "And doctors said I should really rest my arm."
Unfazed by the concern in the blondes eye, Craig lightly guided him towards the stairs, despite the look of horror Tweek made from the contact. "Your arms fine, and I was there when they told you it'd be a good thing to carry on your routine as normal as possible."
"Well that's the thing," Tweek halted, shrugging Craig's hand from himself. "I don't remember my routine, do I? For all I know, my routine could be sitting around all day while watching television."
"Not even close, you're too paranoid of being mind controlled." By this point, Craig had made himself into a barrier, blocking Tweek's exit, so that the only direction he could go in, was up. "Now will you please just get dressed. I'm trying to help you."
Reluctantly Tweek agreed, only after realising Craig wasn't going to give up anytime soon, and so he climbed the foreign steps, before hesitating about which room to enter. He'd forgotten which was supposedly his bedroom already, but soon remembered after Craig gestured him to the far left.
His room was cold. Colder than he recalled it being only an hour ago when he'd first awoken. It felt as though he were raiding someone else's drawers as he looked for something to wear, someone with a lack of fashion sense. Another look in the mirror made him reconsider changing his clothes, and instead he headed to the shower, needing to wash away the past three days from his hair and body.
The bathroom was small with no window, and its walls were a plain white that reminded Tweek too much of the hospital he'd just left. He was overly aware of the broken lock, and how anxious he felt to expose himself with such a risk. Then again, as the warm water rained down on his neglected body, he instantly relaxed, feeling every nerve in his body in ease. The fact he had to avoid getting his injured arm wet seemed minor in comparison.
This euphoric state hadn't lasted long though. Ice cold water broke through the shower head, grasping a helpless yelp from Tweek's lips as he jumped back in shock, with his cast becoming damp. He rushed to turn the water off, feeling his entire body shake painfully before he pulled the shower curtain back to see Craig innocently flushing the toilet repeatedly.
A quiet "Why?" was all he could manage.
Craig averted his eyes from his naked friend. He figured Tweek was either too cold to realise he hadn't covered himself up, or he just didn't have a care. "We don't have all day."
"Are you this needy with everyone?" Tweek grumbled as he wrapped a towel around his shoulders like a child. He was too cold.
"Only for you."
Tweek frowned at Craig's playful eyebrow wiggle. Really he wasn't in the mood, for this or for Craig. "Well could you not? It's annoying." He sighed. "And why's my dick getting hard."
"At least someone remembers me."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm kidding." Craig drawled. "Maybe not smelling like a homeless person turned you on."
"I didn't smell that bad." Tweek argued with offence. "Now, can you please leave so I can put some clothes on?"
"I'm going." Craig obeyed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Don't be long. I can only talk to your mom for so long before getting a headache."
Tweek watched as he left, internally wondering why the hell that guy was one of his friends to begin with. So far, Craig had very little qualities that Tweek found even remotely interesting, and to top it all off, he was a bit of an asshole. Knowing this though, Tweek continued to his bedroom to change, and after finding something that didn't make him feel like burning himself alive, he and Craig headed out into the cold morning.
With his first breath, the coldness filled his lungs in a way he found rather pleasant. It reminded him of Christmas, and the snow around his shoes only added to his opinion. He enjoyed the crunching sound it made as he walked, and for a while he'd been more focused on that, rather than what Craig had been saying beside him. He even found himself wearing a small smile for the shortest time as he enjoyed the scenery around himself. That was until Craig nudged his side, realising the blonde hadn't been listening to a word he'd said.
"What?" Tweek asked, replacing his smile with a frown.
"I said is that okay with you?" Craig paused, watching the look of confusion washing over Tweek's features. "Jimmys movie night? You know, the thing I've been telling you about for the past fifteen minutes."
"Yeah, no, I know. I heard you." Tweek lied.
"So will you come?" Craig asked almost unsurely. This new Tweek unsettled him for some reason. He was oblivious to the real reason why. Before the accident, he was secure in knowing Tweek's feelings for him, and the way he thought about Craig. But now he was in the dark, and he didn't know whether Tweek disliked him or not. "The only reason I even agreed to go was because you asked me to. Because of your anxiety around crowds, I mean..."
"Jimmy is another friend, I take it?"
Craig nodded.
"Jesus, how many do I have? Don't answer that, I'm not sure I want to know."
"If it makes you feel better, not everyone will be going."
"Why not?"
"Oh shit, I forgot nobody's told you yet." Craig muttered as he wiped his nose on the back of his hand. "The car accident, one of the guys you were with hasn't woken up yet. Kyle and Stan will most likely still be with him."
"There were other people with me?" Tweek breathed uneasily. Knowing there was other people going through the same thing he was, made him feel less alone. "Who?"
"Tweek, I wasn't supposed to say anything." Craig glanced around, seemingly nervous before looking back over to the blonde.
"Tell me who was with me?" Tweek urged. "Please, Craig."
Sighing, Craig tucked his hands into his pockets. The tip of his nose was pink from the cold, and the mist that surrounded it as he exhaled deeply caught Tweek's interest. "Stan and Kenny."
"The same Stan you mentioned before? So he's okay? Where is he?"
"Tweek..."
"I need to see him." Tweek's eyes pleaded as they stared into Craig's for the first time since his awakening. "Can you take me to him? Please. I just need to make sense of all this."
Staring back in silence for a moment, Craig contemplated his friends request. He wanted to say no, because today was supposed to be his and Tweek's day, but as he stared a little deeper into the wobbly green eyes before him, he knew Tweek was right. Perhaps talking to Stan would help Craig on his mission to recover his friends memories, and if not, at least it would please Tweek for now, maybe even helping him gain his trust along the way.