“ I’m… Doctors have their reasons you know that. “ Slipping his hand into his coat he pulled out a silver flask, staring at the reflective metal for a moment. He looked no worse for wear, the red stains on his clothes and skin didn’t even come from himself aside from a few small cuts he got; the Doctors really couldn’t find anything wrong with him. Token probably should be thankful that he got lucky enough to avoid serious injury, everyone said he was, but he hated hearing it. “ Sure the white coats will let us in sooner than later to see him Craig… Just have a little faith man. “
That being said he flipped the top of the container off and took a swig from it, something to calm the nerves he told himself, something to keep him strong; sane. Dropping his head back he took a bigger gulp from it before capping it and looking towards the exit, Tweek was being greeted by his parents who were ready to take him home; probably not great for him to not be here to know how Clyde is. But that may have just been Token’s opinion on the matter.
“ You think Tweek will be alright..? I know he talked to you about what happened more than me, his hand to terribly damaged? ” Better to start talking again than wait for Craig to call him out on his habit, if he even cared to at this point, really wasn’t worth the chance.
“I just-- don’t trust this shit.” Hospitals always got him thinking the worse
from things. It brought about his anxiety in a way just about nothing else
could mimic, making to harder for him to allow himself the privilege of
rational thought. Craig was afraid, and he just wanted to make sure one
of his best friends was even conscious. Was that too much to ask?
Hearing the mild rattle of the flask’s cap being held against the metal
made his green eyes avert toward the sound. Blinking at him without a
word, his judging stare was for more than the words he likely had brewing
up in his brain.
Before he could say anything, Tweek was saying his goodbyes and heading
off to go with his parents. A big part of him didn’t want the blond to go, but
he knew Richard likely wanted to give off some idea that they actually
cared about this son’s well being. Craig would probably have a phone
littered with texts by the tome he himself ended up heading home for the
night.
Token’s words finally reached him as his head pounded, eyes burning
with the demand for them to close. He gave them their wish for a few
short moments before opening them again, this time staring at the tiled
floor before them.
“Should be. Probably won’t know until the cast off whether there’s a lot of
nerve damage or not. Said he could only move his pinkie finger before
they put the cast on, so that’s... probably not a good sign.”
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