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"How do you feel, Tweek?" Laura asked, reaching out to brush back Tweek's unruly hair and cup his cheek. He leaned into her cool palm, siphoning out the comfort she provided like a whale greedy for air after breaking the surface of an unruly ocean.
"Fine," he flinched, head jolting towards his shoulder, and the word came out rushed and jumbled. He sometimes sounded like he was perpetually gargling nails and hot sauce, and though his mother had tried to school a more delicate diction into him it never seemed to work.
"That's all?" Craig said, setting the expectation for Tweek to have some sort of complaint. He wasn't used to that sort of thing, his parents had instilled a very particular communication set into him which included a dishonesty around himself, and that had gone so deep he's since lost the ability to understand what inside of him is a problem that needs to be addressed. He supposed that was probably a problem that needed to be addressed-- but whenever he brought up his parents to the Tucker's, their faces got sad and he felt guilt gnaw at his stomach.
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Prompt: epileptic tweek who has a seizure and craig and the tucker family take care of him ??
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A nagging sensation tugged at the back of his mind like a child on its mother's sleeve, urging him to inquire for more context-- any sort of explanation of why Laura's face was creased with worry and why Tricia was halfway hidden behind the walkway leading to the kitchen and why everything was suddenly so solemn.