"I…like…you." Dottie was immediately taken aback at what he'd just said to her. "Sparky, I don't know what to say.", she told him, "How long have you held this back from me?" Sparky replied, "Ever since you came to Propwash." Dottie was shocked. "I was so smitten by your beauty.", he admitted even further, "I mean, look at you. You're the finest woman I've ever met. You work hard to help others, and you dedicated yourself to that. But when all…this…happened, I really thought your world was going to unravel. I am going to keep that from happening. I'll protect you in any way possible, okay?" Dottie couldn't stand it any longer. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the shorter man. She then gave him a little peck on the cheek, causing Sparky to blush. "That's so sweet of you.", she whispered.
Sparky gazed into the depths of her striking brown eyes. He finally realized what she had been missing all her life: a relationship. He then asked Dottie, "After you're out of here, can we, um, go out together?" Dottie smiled and replied, "That's a wonderful idea!" But then Sparky frowned. Dottie asked him, "What's wrong?" "What are you gonna chose as a second career?", he asked back at her. Dottie was silent for a few seconds. "I bet I can get a job at Piston Peak.", she answered, "I'm licensed to fly, so that that means I can join the air attack team over there. Just then a group of people burst through some large doors. They were surrounding a stretcher and taking photos of its occupant. Sparky went through and pushed his way inward. Then he immediately stepped back out. "Who is it?", Dottie asked him. Sparky looked at her and asked, "Remember that girl who followed Dusty everywhere at Piston Peak?" Dottie did remember a name. "Dipper?" Sparky nodded. Dottie put her hands on her mouth, realizing what had happened to her.
A few hours later, Sparky left the hospital due to the visiting hours. He told Dottie he'd be back. It was was five in the morning, and Dottie was sleeping in her bed, with her arm still attached to the portable infusion pump. Her eyes fluttered open. She soon noticed that the lights were turned off, with only the moonlight piercing the window. It gave a somewhat odd glow to the room. She got up slowly and switched on the light. Grabbing hold of the pump, she stood up and opened the door. Walking out slowly, she noticed a matte black cane next to the doorway. There was a hospital tag with her name on it attached to the handle. There was also a note written on it. "Go find Dipper. Use this cane to help you. The doctor forgot to mention your inability to walk normally. -Sparky" Dottie found this out by limping towards the cane. Since her right leg felt a bit numb, she grabbed the cane with her left hand. "Good thing I'm left handed.", she muttered to herself.
As she started walking down the hall, Dottie noticed a few drops of blood which formed a line. "This could be Dipper's!", she thought in horror, "After all, she was the last patient to go through here tonight." Dottie followed the trail, leading her towards one of the elevators. This presented her with a problem. She would have to try each floor, or the janitor could have cleaned the elevator already. She pushed the button and the door opened. Fortunately and at the same unfortunately, there were two drops of blood inside. Careful not to step on it, Dottie got in and pushed the button for the next floor. The door closed. She went up and soon in stopped. The door opened again, revealing more blood. The trail ended at the operating room. "Ugh. Figures.", she groaned. She walked back to the elevators to get to her room.
Walking by a window, she stopped and turned around."Oh my God!", she exclaimed, immediately horrified at who she saw through it. In the room was a woman on a bed. She had a blonde ponytail that was hanging off to the side. But Dottie instead looked at her face, which was covered in bruises, including her arms. There was a large white bandage covering her head. Her abdomen had been bandaged as well, due to a possible surgery. Dottie backed away from the window. Then she heard a voice behind her. "Miss Hyster?" Dottie turned around to see the same doctor in front of her. "You really should be resting.", he said sternly, "Also, this is intensive care." "I'm sorry.", Dottie replied apologetically, "It's just that I know that woman in there. I met her once. She works for Piston Peak.
But I'm wondering why she's here instead of another hospital near the park." "She was visiting.", the doctor explained, "The car she was in had overturned. Even with the surgery, it was a miracle to even get her to stabilize." Dottie nodded with understanding. "I guess I'll go back to my room, then.", she told him. The doctor asked her, "Would you like me to tell you when she wakes up?" Dottie nodded again, then looked at the drops of blood. The doctor noticed them too. "I'll get the janitor.", he said and gestured for Dottie to go back to her room. As he walked away, Dottie took one last look through the window and laid a hand on it. "I can't believe this happened to you, Dipper.", she whispered. Tears started forming and soon they trickled down her cheeks. Even though it was faint, Dottie could hear the heart rate monitor beeping slowly from inside. "Beep. Beep. Beep." She somberly walked to the elevator, praying that Dipper would survive. "Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."