I didn't go to sleep at all that night. I just sat on the kitchen table, one of the house phones on the table in front of me. At around six am I could feel my eyes struggling to stay open but they were. I had to be here in case the doctors needed me. In case Dipper needed me. In case something happened.
"Kiddo you up all night?" Gruncle Stan gaps and stretches, tank top and blue underwear on.
I yawn. "Yeah. Ya know, just in case."
He nods sleepily. "You want breakfast, sweetie?"
"Yeah." My eyes still glued on the phone. "Sounds good."
"You got it." Gruncle Stan makes his way slowly to the kitchen and I begin to play with the phone cord. I was bored and tired.
"Can we go visit him today!?" I shout into the kitchen as bacon is heard sizzling on the pan.
"Sure kiddo, but don't get upset if he isn't himself!"
"I know." I shout back as Gruncle Ford enters the dinning room. He sits across from me with a smile and cup of joe in his six-fingered hand.
"I'm gonna tag along too, if you don't mind." He says with a smile, pulling out a thin book from his tench-coat pocket.
"Yeah sure..." Gruncle Stan grumbles as he places bacon and eggs on a plate in front of me. "Come when all the works all done."
Gruncle Ford glares from his book and I sink in my chair. "What was that?"
Gruncle Stan sighs sarcastically. "Nothing at all, brother. Just that you couldn't helped yesterday."
Gruncle Ford slaps the table and I jump a little. "Stanly I was busy!"
"You're always busy! This is you're nephew Stanford! And he's sick!"
"I was busy trying to help him!"
"Well don't you have to see the kid to diagnose him!? Are you too smart for basic logic!?"
"Don't you dare this is clearly some supernatural phenome-"
"Oh bull! It's a common cold! Not everything has to be all about you're dumb mystery Stanford! Somethings just need love and warmth!" Gruncle Stan moved towards Gruncle Ford and becomes inches from his face.
"So you're love and warmth is gonna help him!?" Gruncle Ford doesn't back down, he leaves forward with intensity and my face became hot.
"Mentally yeah-"
"STOP IT!" I scream suddenly, standing up. "I WANT YOU TOO TO JUST SHUT UP!"
They stare at me; shocked. "Sweetie-"
"Dipper is sick, can't you guys get along? Be happy for me!? Please!"
Gruncle Stan sighs. "For you, of course."
Gruncle Ford snorts a little but composes himself. "Sure Mabel."
I nod. "Good. Now almost everyone is happy!" I scarf down some food. "Time to visit dipper and make it everyone!" I run out, laughing a little. And before either of the Gruncle's are outside, I'm in the care, seatbelt on. And when they finally start the car my stomach sinks.
Why was I so nervous? I should be happy! I'm gonna make dipper all better!

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We made it to the hospital in record time due to Gruncle Stan's horrible driving! I jump out of the car and laugh and stick my arms out, pretending I wasn't running to the hospital but i was flying, like a plane! The doers open automatically and I dart to the desk.
"Can I see my brother?" I ask as I peer over the desk.
A black man glares at me from behind the desk, a pair of glasses balancing on his small nose. "Name?"
"Mabel Pines! I'm here to see my brother Dipper! Well... His real name is Mason but we all call him Dipper because of his birthmark on his forehead!"
The man nods uninterested as the Gruncle's walk behind me. "Hey." I say.
"He's all the way down the hall." The man says quietly. "All. The. Way."
I raise an eyebrow and open the door to the ER, walking all the way down the hall. All. The. Way. The man was right to pause, where the hallway looked like it ended there was actually a sharp turn, a little over 90°. At the end of the hall was a door. It wasn't special but as I reached for it, my tongue dried out and my hand started to shake. My stomach dropped to my knees, I was nervous. But why? He was my brother I shouldn't be-
"Mabel you okay?" Gruncle Stan asks. I turn back to both of them and nod.
When I turn back, I close my eyes and open the door. It creaks open a little, and a small draft crawls in. I open one eye to see a normal hospital room. I open the other to see an un-normal brother.
His hair is messy and his eyes have bags over them but I guess he looked otherwise okay. A nurse sits next to him, talking to him slowly. Dipper is sitting upright, criss cross on the bed and playing with his fingers.
"Hello?" Gruncle Ford gruffly interrupts.
The nurse stands up, "Oh you must be the family oh Dipper's told me so much about you!"
Dipper nods with a smile.
"You must be Mabel." He nurse extends a hand I take it.
"Nice to meet you." I half heartily spit out. My eyes are too focused on Dipper, who seemed fine. But fine wasn't good enough. I want great. I want happy. I need happy.
"And you're Gruncle Ford... Six fingers!" I turn to see her shaking Gruncle Ford's hand.
"Yes it was a birth defect." Gruncle Ford charmingly notes. I slide over to Dipper silently, he doesn't even notice.
"And you're..." The nurse pretends Gruncle Stan's name was on the tip of her tongue. "I'm sorry I am kind of bad with names.
"It's Stanly." Gruncle Stan grumbles.
The nurse admits defeat. "Sorry, Dipper didn't really mention you."
Gruncle Stan's eyes meet Dipper and he lets out a laugh that start out as his mouth wide open and a small squeak and leads into a devious chuckle.
Gruncle Stan is unhappy with that.
"I'll leave you alone." The nurse nods and leaves.
The door almost closes before Gruncle Stan grabs it. "Ford and I will be right back."
And so they both leave.
I turn to Dipper, he turns to me. Wide eyed, not smiling.
"Hey Dipping sauce?"
"Yeah Mab?" He chortles a little. I bite my lip. He said Mab like he was saying mad, but with a b.
I shook the weird thought away. "Why didn't you mention Gruncle Stan?"
Dipper shakes his head messily and sticks the tip of his fingers in his mouth, messily staying. "He's not important, why would I?"

OKAY OKAY I HAVE AN EXCUSS
I WASNT UPDATING BC VINE WAS ENDING AND I WAS DEVOTED TO THAT SO YEAH I DIDNT HAVE TIME
SO IMMA START WRITING MORE BC VINE IS DEAD
SO YEAH
SILVER LINING
WOLFIE PINES