Craig's POV:

I sighed heavily as I saw the big gray building before me. I was standing in front of South Park Mental House. Aka an Asylum.

I came here to be a personal therapist to a young clinically depressed boy. I haven't met him yet, but he was basket case.

After a few more glances at the door I finally walked in. The place smelled like wet wipes and lemon. A weird combo.

A couple of nurses were giggling and whispering to themselves with blushes on their faces.

I rolled my eyes. Ugh. Girls are annoying.. I thought boredly as I walked to Doctor Cartman's office.

My shoes clacked against the floor as I knocked three times on the door. "Come in!" A snarky voice called.

I trudged in and saw a fatass man with his feet on the desk. He smirked at me. "Sup." I said.

"Hello Mr. Fucker- I mean Tucker." I rolled my eyes at that. "Okay, here's your patient's file. You have the faggot Tweek Tweak." He said boredly as he tossed me the file.

My eyes scanned the file and I saw a picture of a blonde haired boy with bags under his eyes. He was.. Cute.

I left the office and headed down the stairs to the third floor where the depressed are held.

His room was 34B. My eyes scanned the walls for his room until I saw it and knocked before walking in.

"Gah!!! Wh-Who are y-you?!" The twitchy blonde shrieked as he backed into the wall.

My eyes widened slightly. The boy- Tweek, was extremely skinny, had cuts on his thighs and wrists, and a hospital gown a little past his thighs will blood on it.

I stepped over to him carefully. "My name is Craig Tucker... Im your personal therapist." I said softly to him and held out my hand.

His twitching calmed down, but he was still twitchy. "I.. I.. I'm Tw-Tweek.." He stammered. He gulped and looked at my hand before shyly placing his hand into mine.

I smiled gently at him. "Alright.. So.. I'm here for you to talk about whatever you want." I explained to him.

The blonde bit his lip and nodded. "A-Alright.. Ngh..." He stuttered.

"Okay, first why don't we go sit down?" I suggested, motioning towards his white bed.

He nodded and walked over to his bed, sitting down, I followed him and did the same. He blushed, biting his lip before looking at me and started to scratch at his wrist.

I took his hand and pulled his hand away. "Stop scratching.. You'll reopen the wound.." I told him.

He gulped and looked up at me, his emerald eyes shining. "I.. I.. Okay..!" He stammered. He played with the ends of his gown.

"Okay.. So do you want to talk?" I asked him.

He jumped slightly before trembling. "Uhm... I... I don't.. I don't know..." He murmured squeakily.

He looked at me with a shy smile before his shaking continued. I hesitantly smiled back at him and placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Want to go get some food?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Alright.. I-I.. Uhm.. Gah..! Want you.. Do you want to... C-come with me?" He asked with a stutter. He gasped. "I-I mean! You d-don't have to!" He squeaked.

I smiled at him. This guy was adorable. "Sure." I said and lead him to the door and unlocked it.

People in the third floor are allowed to roam the halls during the hours of the day and go to the kitchen, the eating area, and the social center. Which was just a small room with bored games that can't cut you.

We walked down the hall and to the cafeteria section. He shook crazily until he grabbed my arm and latched onto me. He blushed. "S-Sorry..! I'm just.. I-I get nervous..!" He squeaked at me.

I chuckled. "It's alright.. Let's get you some food." I told him.

He giggled softly before letting me lead him into the room. We were walking for a bit until a red head called out for Tweek.

Tweek looked over and saw him with a smile. "H-Hello K-Kyle!" He greeted, gently letting go of my arm.

Kyle walked over to us and I noticed that he had bruises as well. How did they get these bruises? He was thin as well but he didn't look at messed up as Tweek. "Are you Tweek's Doctor?" He asked with a smile.

I nodded. "Yes. Are you Stan Marsh's patient?" I asked him.

His cheeks noticeably turned red and he played with the red curls framing his face. "Y-Yes.. He's uh... He's over there.." He said, pointing to a few guys standing in a corner drinking coffee. They were the personal doctor's.

I recognized Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, and Gregory. I didn't know his last name. I nodded to Tweek. "You go get your food and I'll be over there." I said to Tweek.

He nodded and let himself be dragged away by Kyle. I walked over to the doctors. "Oh hey Craig. Got your new patient?" Stan asked with a smile.

I nodded. "Yeah, he seems like a trouble patient.. But I think I can handle it."

He nodded and looked at the others. "Okay so Kenny how is your boy toy~?" He asked with a snicker.

The blonde smirked widely and placed his hands on his hips. "Pretty well! Butters in his lab coat is sexy~" he chirped.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "So you're the one dating the main Doctor?" I asked.

Kenny tutted him and slung an arm around my shoulder. "Oh my friend, he's my fiancé." He corrected.

"Well, congratulations." I said bluntly. He nodded and went back to his fangirling over his fiancé.

My eyes scanned over the patients in the room and I winced. Everyone looked so awful and in pain.. Or lonely the most. This was a sickening place, and I would do my best to fix this.