HAT: -_- I hate computers sometimes...
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Pacifica cracks open her eyes and finds herself in a ratty looking room and she notices Old Man McGucket (because it could be no one else) making something on the stove. She sits up- or at least tries. Her head swims and she ends up on her back once again and letting out a pitiful moan.
McGucket turns and rushes over with a glass of water- clear, clean water she's surprised to say- and helps support her. "Here, drink this."
As soon as she starts drinking the water she finds herself downing one-third of the glass despite herself and McGucket has to move the cup to get her to stop drinking the water. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until that moment. She needed more.
"More, please," she begs.
"Sorreh, darlin', but ah reckon that wouldn't be a good idea," he says, a surprising amount of sanity leaking through. "Ah'll give ya some more later. Fer now it's chaow time!"
He puts some sort of stew into a chipped bowl and places a spoon in it and hands it over to her. She's been used to eating nothing, but the best of things, but after not eating for a day and a half she's ready to eat just about anything. She tries to sit up again, but fails to do so so McGucket places the bowl on the makeshift table beside the couch and adjusts the pillows to have her sit up before he starts feeding her. She's astonished at the amount of care that he takes to make sure she gets ever morsel of food into her system and that the food was actually better than half of the things that she was forced to eat while residing with her parents.
"Thank you," she whispers meekly.
"Saw ya outside the 'yard last night an' ah couldn't leave ya stranded out there. Hope ya don't mind, but ah patched up yer arms and legs and head. Ah ended up havin' ta put bandages over yer shirt, but ah think it'll be fine fer a little while," he says, as if informing her of all of this just to assure her that she will be alright.
"Y-you didn't have to do all of that," she murmurs, not bothering to look at him because of the shame she felt. She'd treated him terribly as well, though that was mostly brought on by fear of his wild antics and behavior. "I mean... after the way I treated you... you have every right to leave me for dead."
He seems to take a moment to really contemplate that. "Well... Ah reckon that's how yer folks and all them rich folk see it, but... sometimes the right thing to do is to help someone that's trespassed against ya. 'Sides, ya look like ya got dragged 'round a rodeo bah a bunch of hornswagglers. It ain't no good ta leave a kid out on the streets- 'specially a young lady."
When one got past the weird way his voice sounds and the general weirdness of him there's a smart man in there with morals and values- more than any Northwest has had. Pacifica doesn't know why she didn't see this before, but she silently promises not to be the shallow Northwest she's been taught to be.
"You have no idea how much this means to me," she admits, a watery smile forming as tears fill her eyes.
He seems to panic, not quite used to a crying female. "N-n-naow, don't... don't cry on me."
She wipes away the tears and chuckles. "S-sorry."
McGucket grabs a handkerchief- one that looks old and worn, but clean- and she takes it and cleans her face. "Now, little lady... how'd ya end up all the way out here in the middle o' the night with so many bruises 'n cuts?"
"I..." She swallows and lowers her gaze. "I got disowned today..."
He stays silent for a while before he manages to say, "Ah'm sorry ta hear that... hows about you stay here for a lil' while?"
"I'd like that... thank you."
He adjusts her pillows so she's lying down again and gently tucks her in- something that she suspects he's done before since he has had a kid- and blows out the lamp. "Give me a shout if ya need anything. An' if ya see a raccoon don' worry, it's just ma raccoon-wife."
"Duly noted," she replies, more than a little taken aback about that last statement.
He leaves her to her own devices and she smiles slightly at the kindness of this man. She knows not everyone is going to be like this, but she's grateful for him being there to help her in her time of need. She has no idea how she will repay him since she has no money, but she promises herself to find a way no matter what as she drifts off once again.
HAT: Let me know if I should stop on McGucket's accent (and all accents) for... well, ever.
Dipper: Something's wrong with you.
HAT: There's something wrong with everyone.
Dipper: *raises skeptical eyebrow* Everyone?
HAT: There are a lot of people that laugh at people who get hurt over their own stupidity and other things that shouldn't be laughed at.
Dipper: ... I'll give you that.
HAT: Anyway, take it away!
Dipper: Um... *waves nervously* Review, everyone. *elbowed by HAT* Oh- um... please?