Dipper's eyes slowly began to open. His head ached, and the dried blood that rung around his nose made it hard for him to breathe. He sat up slowly, his vision blurring, and he feared that he had a concussion.
He could hear his heartbeat throbbing in my ears. He could barely remember what happened up until the moment. He tried to recount his memory, and put things in order. They were on their way to visit their family, they were talking, then…they crashed? Yes, that's what happened. Then he remembered his sister, and quickly glanced over. Her head was still resting on the steering wheel, and she obviously had not gained conciousness.
He reached over and sat her back on the seat. He made sure she was still breathing, and unbuckled her seatbelt.
Dipper grew increasingly worried as he saw the gash that covered her right temple. Blood had come down and covered most of her right side of her face. He grimaced as he turned a bit more in his seat. He was certain that he had broken something, or bruised a muscle. Yet he found it was the least of his worries.
He opened the glove compartment, and found some napkins. He didn't have much to work with, but a warm bottle of water and a few Band-Aids. However, he did the best he could with what he had, and soon had his sister cleaned up, not caring about his own well being whatsoever. Nevertheless, when she was cleaned up he decided to at least clean off his nose so he could breathe easier.
As he did this, Mable began to wake up. She groaned and looked over at her twin, perplexed as to what had happened, "Dipper?" She muttered softly.
He jumped to her sudden voice, his mind had gotten accustomed to the silence. When he calmed down, he glanced over, "Hey, don't move too much. You got banged up pretty bad."
She grunted, and looked at him with half lidded eyes, "Sush, I'm fine. Nothing a good cup of juice and a plate of jello can't fix."
Dipper shook his head, trying to act calm, "Why don't you sush? You're the one who should've watched the road."
She turned a bit, and grimaced, "Did you break your nose? Blood is everywhere."
Dipper sighed, "I don't think so, but I think my abdomen has seen better days…speaking of days, how long have we been here?"
Mable dug in her shorts and brought out her cellphone. She looked at the menu, "Just a couple of hours. It was ten AM when we crashed, right?"
Dipper nodded, "About that time."
She sighed, "Well that means we lost five hours of our awesome summer adventure, I'll make it up later."
Dipper looked at her worryingly, "Don't worry about it. I'm not mad at you and you shouldn't be mad at yourself."
Mable then remembered, "Oh, my gosh! What about that person on the road? What if we hit them!" That made her get out of the car, and fly to the road, all too quick for Dipper to stop her.
Dipper groaned, and opened the door. It took his much longer to stand up. His body had pangs of intense pain all around his abdomen. It felt like a body builder had punched him with all his force. He didn't want to think of the possibility of broken bones, but as he moved, it became a very real idea.
He turned and walked to the road, to find Mable crouched down over a motionless body.
He froze as his eyes caught on the still man. His lip quivered, and it took a long moment for him to speak, "Is he breathing?"
His twin looked up at him, "No, he-he's all cold. Dipper I killed him!"
Dipper felt a knot form in his stomach, and he hurried over to verify what she said. He sat next to the man on his knees, and pressed his ear against his chest. It was silent, and dread washed over him. He sat up and immediately began CPR in hopes of resurrecting him. He did it nervously for a long while, and he was just about to give up, when suddenly the man coughed up a bunch of blood, and started breathing.
Hearing his panting made Mable smile, "He's alive! You saved him!"
Dipper nodded, and slowly lifted the man's head up, so he wouldn't choke on his own blood. After a long time the man opened his golden eyes, looking around. Mable excitedly spoke, "Are you okay? Can you sit up?"
The man coughed once more, then smiled softly, which was an obviously forced emotion, "Heh, yeah…I'm good. Who's the angle who saved me?"
Dipper blushed a bit, and smiled, "I'm not an angle sir. Can you sit up?" He repeated his sister's question.
The man, or rather teen as Dipper realized, nodded. Slowly he did sit up, coughing a bit more. Dipper felt like things could've been much worse. He slowly stood, "Now, were going to get you out of the road, okay?"
The teen nodded, and allowed both of them to help him up. He couldn't walk himself, and barely made up for his dead weight. Mable opened the back seat and they laid him down. Dipper looked at her, "I'll call 911. We could all use a doctor."
But as he brought the phone to his ear, the man reacted in a strange manner, "Please don't, I hate doctors!"
Dipper frowned, "But we need medical attention."
The man shook his head, "N-no, I don't have insurance! I couldn't pay for a doctor!"
Mable frowned, believing his every word, "But what if you're hurt? We can't heal you, and it's obvious that our car won't start anyway."
The made Dipper turn to the man, "Why were you on the road anyway? Who are you?"
The man's lip quivered as he answered, "I-I was just wondering around. I was confused, and I was trying to clear my head." He paused a moment, "You ask a lot of questions there Pine tree."
Dipper stiffened, "Pine tree?"
The man grew pale, "Your hat." He pointed it out.
Dipper felt his cheeks heat up, as he instinctively reached up and pulled off his favorite hat, which sadly had a few drops of blood on it. He looked at Mable, expecting her to fill the silence, which she did, "Well can we at least call our uncle? He hates doctors just as much as you do, and we can help you there."
The man nodded despite himself, and gave Dipper a look. The look consisted both of pain, and mild confusion. This look made him feel even more worried over the stranger. He sat with him as Mable made the award phone call.
He looked the stranger up and down. He noticed a few things about the teen before him. One, he couldn't be much older than himself, if not younger. Two, his hair was very blonde, despite how dirty it was. Lastly, his eyes looked like black holes, beautiful. Dipper blushed, "So, what's your name?"
The man had avoided the question earlier, however now as they had a more intimate proximity, perhaps he would answer. He took a moment before he said anything, "Call me Lark for now."
Dipper nodded, Lark, alright that's a plain enough name. Easy to remember at least. Dipper smiled at him, "Lark, I like it." He then blushed, realizing just how desperate that sounded.
His sister was right about one thing, he couldn't help but embarrass himself. He rubbed the back of his head nervously, "I'm Dipper."
Lark shook his head, "I'd prefer to call you Pine tree, if that's alright?"
Dipper gave him a curious look, "Alright, but don't expect me to always answer to it."
The man smiled, "It's a deal, Pine tree."
Dipper felt very uncomfortable to his words, and jump when his sister suddenly opened the door, "Grandpa is on his way!"
He nodded, blushing even more. How many times will he embarrass himself in front of this beautiful stranger?