Silence.
She scanned the bedroom to see that she was the only one inside. There was no Dipper sitting next to Norman, being all nurse like and Norman wasn't laying in his bed. What was going on? she wondered. She frowned while she turned. About to leave the room to check the kitchen, that's when she heard it. A horrible up heaving sound coming from the twins joint bathroom. The sounds of sloshing liquid hitting the toilet water and strained groaning could be heard, as well as Dipper trying to soothe. "Let it out Norman, the faster it comes out the better you'll feel. Mabel will be back soon and then we can really help you." Her heart fell down in her stomach. "Tha, thanks Dipper I hope your rig..." Suddenly his words were twisted into forced expulsion of stomach fluids. Mabel threw herself into the bathroom to see Norman hunched over there toilet and her younger brothers hand gently placed on his back. She almost threw the bag at Dippers face when she copied her brothers actions. Slowly rubbing her hand in small circles. "Hey Normy, I have it. I have the medicine you need." Norman turned and sat on his behind and leaned against the toilet. He face was flush and he still looked awful, almost ready to pass out. "Gre, Great." He said in a hoarse'd whisper.
While Mabel was still rubbing the small of Normans back, Dipper had got up and walked over to the bathroom sink. Turning on the faucet of cold water, he picked up the glass cup he had brought in with him when he watched as the medium had suddenly shot out of his bed and ran over to the toilet. Up heaving everything he had eaten and drank the night prior. Expelling the luke warm water that had been in the cup, he rinsed and replaced it with fresh cold water. Undoing the staple in the paper bag and retrieving the small plastic bottle. 'Puff, child proof lock' he thought to himself as he opened it up with ease. Tipping the bottle sideways until two oddly shaped pills tumbled out and landed in his free hand, He handed them to the sickly medium and then also gave him the refilled glass. Norman just looked at the small pills in his hand. "Oo, they look like oddly shaped bath beads." Mabel said matter of fact. While also peering down at the liquid capsules in the younger boys hand. "We, well. Bottoms up." Quickly tossing them into his mouth and chasing it down with the water, he swallowed both pills in one go. He froze for a second, wondering if he was going to throw them back up. But everything seemed to be ok.
Dipper usher'd the medium back to bed. All the while constantly asking if he needed anything. Norman just replied that maybe getting more sleep would be good for him. Then waiting until the medium was comfortable and Dipper made his way to his side of the room, Mabel whispered in her brothers ear. "So, Hows he been doing?" Dipper frowned while sitting on his bed watching as Norman (quite quickly) fell back to sleep. It almost astonished him how easily it was for him to fall asleep. With his case of insomnia that had plagued him for years, this fever made it seem like it was all finally catching up to him. Mabel hopped on to the bed sitting next to him. "Well other then the puking that came out of nowhere, the constant coughing, the flushed cheeks and warm forehead and runny nose... He's having hallucinations..." He said while shaking his head in some sort of disappointment. Still watching the medium sleep he continued on this weirdly phrased sentence. "That you were still with us, taking care of him." He said not once looking away from Normans chest rising and then falling down in rhythm. "I didn't have the heart to tell him you weren't actually here, but he seemed to occasionally remember that you were gone getting medicine." He voice was full of concern that Mabel couldn't help herself but give her young brother a big Mabel sized hug.
At first Dipper wanted to pull away from this awkward initiated hug. But the more he stood there and let it happen the more comforting it became. They just stayed like that for a few seconds. Then the brunette couldn't help but join in. He wrapped his arms around his sister and buried his face in her sweater. "I, I just don't know what to do. I have knowledge on how to take care of several paranormal problems but there's nothing here in this stupid journal that can make Norman feel better..." He said while placing a hand on the red journal that laid next to him on the bed. A gold picture of a six fingered hand with the number three printed on the cover. "At least not without horrible consequences." He muttered more to himself. Mabel looked down on her brother with what she hoped was a gentle reassuring smile. "Dipper, sometimes people just get sick. Take yourself for example. Remember when you were obsessing with that computers password and wasn't getting enough sleep and how quickly it caught up to you?" She wasn't going to mention the fact that if it wasn't for that obsession, he might of been eternally possessed by there arch nemesis Bill Cipher. That wasn't the point she was trying to make. He just nodded in agreement. "But i feel so... Helpless. Are Hallucinations normal?" Mabel wasn't sure what she could say to her brother that he didn't already know. "You know they are in some cases." She said recalling a long winded medical book, Dipper had forced her to read for a case they were working on.
As Mabel thought about what she could say next, a voice from down stairs could be heard. "Oh My Goodness It's a BUS! Kids! Kids! It's a tour bus full of Paying customers!" There Grunkle Stan hollered up the stairs, excitement engulfing his voice. There was loud shuffling being heard beneath there bedroom floor. Without a doubt it was probably the old man gathering his unique pieces of the mystery shack costume he was so proud in wearing, complete with eye-patch and fez. "I don't care who, but at least one of you needs to come down here and help me steal, I mean abscond these rubes of there valuables." He hollered in almost a giddy tone. This was probably better than Christmas to there Grunkle. Both twins unhooked from there hugs, looked at each other then at Norman and then back at each other. "You." Dipper said without hesitation. Mabel made a blah sound and pointed towards the bottle of pills. "I went out and got the meds, you can power through a bus full of people." She said unwilling to let him win. "Besides, I haven't spoken to Grenda and Candy all weekend and they've been texting me none stop to Skype them." She then pointed to a sleeping Norman. "He's just sleeping, so i can talk to my friends and take care of him. Plus this will be good for you." Dipper scoffed at that last part. "It will, you haven't left this room in almost four hours. Stretch those legs, let me worry about Normy for a while." This time she spoke in a motherly kind of tone, trying to convince Dipper she was right. And she was. She hadn't noticed till now but all this worrying and stress was making her younger brother skiddish and antsy. Dipper still wasn't convinced. Mabel had to pull off the kiddy gloves. "If you don't go, Ill tell Wendy you listen to Icelandic pop sensation BABBA." Dippers face froze. 'Check mate' "You, you wouldn't!" Mabel just gave her brother that look. The one that said "Oh yes I will, and you'll never live it down." With out leaving a moment to breathe. Dipper ran out of the bedroom faster then i chicken with his head cut off. "Coming Grunkle Stan!" Mabel couldn't help but give herself a self satisfying evil grin. Her younger brother could be so easy to toy with.
She pulled the computer that she was forced to share with Dipper and jumped on her bed. Waddles followed her up on the bed, making small circles around the edge of her bed until it was good enough, and laid down on its stomach. While initiating a three way Skype call, she turned to check up on Normans condition. He looked so peaceful, so child like. He was going to be ok right? She asked herself. Then a sudden voice engulfed her attention. "MABEL, HELLO!" She turned to the screen to see her two best friends on the other side. "Hey you guys!" Candi fixed her glasses, pushing them higher up the bridge of her nose. "You will never believe what happened to me." Said the petite girl. Mabel smiled. "Ohh, Tell me!"