Craig's POV:

This was bad. Butters knew exactly where we were and all of our plans! He must have been feeding Cartman... everything.

Christophe was quietly pacing which caused Gregory to tense slightly, he was probably not used to the Frenchman being so quiet and calm sounding.

"Christophe, do you have any ideas?" I asked, I thought not but I was just asking just in case.

"Non. Butters eez a bastard." Christophe stopped his pacing and looked at us, "We 'ave to get 'im to confess. Publicly."

Gregory perked up, "That is an excellent idea, but how are we supposed to get him to confess?" He mumbled, leaning against the grimy wall, blue eyes shaded with thought.

Butters's POV:

This was awful! Craig knew about me and no doubt Mole and Gregory does too.

The guilt was eating away at my sanity, maybe after all of this I would be admitted into the hospital as well.

I let out a bitter laugh and put my head in my hands, a single tear sliding down my cheek, "I miss my friends..." I choked out, they all hated me.

Moving my head, I turned to the photo of Kenny on my desk and smiled softly, As long as I gave you I can do anything...

There was a knock at my door that made me freeze. I calmed down once I realized that it was probably a patient and I made my way to the door.

Outside of it was Tweek Tweak. He was shaking and twitching all over as he normal did.

Tweek Tweak... His parents abused him, similarly to my own. They promised they were doing the right thing, but they only ended up hurting me.

They force Tweek to drink drug enhanced coffee, put him on so many medications he didn't know how to function without them, and to top it all off he was sexually abused by his father's buddies.

I sighed and forced a smile, "Why hello, Tweek, how can the doctor help ya?" I questioned peppily, leading the blonde boy inside.

He looked up at me, his eyes shaking as much as his shoulders, "You're... ngh... different."

"What do you mean?"

"Fake smile.... I-I have done so... mmh... for most of my life." He replied nonchalantly.

I frowned, walking over to the cabinet, searching through the medicines, "And... what makes you think I'm faking it?"

"Th-The eyes... oh god the eyes.... they aren't happy anymore." Tweek carried on.

I didn't normally listen to patient's rambling, but Tweek's was making me nervous. Was I really that obvious? He seemed different too... calmer.

Carrying a needle and bottle of a dark brown fluid, I walked back over to him, "You're different too, you're much calmer."

His normally pale face flushed red and he stumbled over his words a lot worse than was normal, "I-I don't s-see how." He stuttered, his cheeks bright crimson.

I smiled softly, "You've fallen in love, right? Hold onto that feeling Tweek," I wiped his upper arm, "Sometimes... it might be the only thing you can hang onto."

"What do y-you mean?" Tweek's eyes widened as I injected him with the new medicine.

My lips curved further down as I looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry... doctors orders..."