Golden sunlight flooded the room through it's only window. One ray shined directly into Mabel's eyes. She squinted and yawned as she woke up.
"Morning Dippingsauce." She said stretching, eyes still closed.
When she opened them, she was slightly confused why Dipper wasn't in his bed. Usually she was up first and she had to drag her brother downstairs for breakfast. It wasn't until she looked down onto the floor by her bed that she realised where he was.
Stan was getting food to make breakfast when he heard Mabel's agonised scream. He dropped the eggs he was holding and ran to his niece. The eggs cracked as Ford's footsteps came running.
"Dipper!" Mabel screamed between sobs. "What happened?"
There was no mistaking it. His hands were still clutched to the knife. This was intentional.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" She wailed. "I need you!"
Stan bolted through the door, Ford close behind. They were panicked and confused. Stan could only think, "Why?"
But Ford knew what had happened.
Stan ran to his nephew and turned him on his side. He put his ear on his chest. "He's still breathing! Ford, call an ambulance!"
Ford ran back downstairs to the nearest phone and called 911. "Hello? Yes, it's my great nephew! He lost a lot of blood, but he's still alive! The address is 618 Gopher Road, Gravity Falls Oregon. Please, come quickly!"
Mabel was completely paralyzed. She sat curled up in a ball in the corner of her bed, hands clasped over her ears and eyes squeezed shut. Her face was warm and wet with tears. She just kept screaming and sobbing… screaming and sobbing…
The ambulance came quickly. Complete strangers put her brother on a stretcher and took him away. She thought of a bunch of strangers buzzing around in a hospital, trying to keep her brother alive. But to them he was just some kid. They had no idea how smart he was. He could grow up to be anything he wanted… And they had no idea how kind he was. Always putting other's needs before his own… And most of all, they had no idea how much she needed him.
Even so she stayed in the same position, completely unable to move. "It's all my fault…" she whimpered.
Suddenly Stan was hugging her tightly. She was so surprised she opened up her eyes again. "It wasn't your fault. No one's to blame."
"Stan, can I ask you something?" Ford asked, re-entering the room. "Did you notice Dipper acting out of character yesterday?"
"This whole thing is out of character." he said bitterly. "I never would have expected him to… do what he did."
"No, I think you're wrong." he said with with a burning anger slipping between grinding teeth. "This is Bill's doing."
