A/N: Poor Mabel just wants Gideon to write her back.
I'll get a One Hundred Journal Entries story up later, with all of the short things that don't belong to the burn!au. Can you guys tell that this was my jam for a while?
Everything hurts. The walls are white, the air smells of disinfectant, and everything hurts. Mabel is torn between drawing the sheets up higher around herself and pushing them off completely, can't decide which would be better.
The machines drone on around her. It's a steady humming and beeping. Constant. Frustrating.
Mabel glares at them because there's not much else for her to be doing. Hates them. Hates being here. Decides that she hates hospitals all together. The sounds and smells and looks.
She's only been awake for a few days. Everything is still fresh and raw. The clock ticks slowly and Dipper comes by after school but no one else, never anyone else, and her friends letters are still at home in the box on the mantel.
Letters. Ink and paper. Mabel is technically not supposed to be writing to anyone, part of her expulsion, of teaching her a lesson, but it's not like the person she really wants to talk too is writing back.
