The hospital soon came into view as Stan weaved his way through traffic in the late night of Gravity Falls. He turned into the hospital entrance and quickly parked his car, nearly going over the bumper in front of the parking spot. He hastily got out of his seat and opened the back door, taking Dipper in his arms, and ran to the entrance of the hospital.

He burst through the double doors, causing some people who were standing by to look up with curiosity. He ran up to the receptionist's desk, almost out of breath. A young-looking women with light brown hair tied up in a ponytail looked up and her eyes widened when she saw Dipper.

"Sir, what happened?" she asked bewilderingly as she inspected the boy over.

"Can you just get a doctor out here quick?" Stan asked with desperation in his voice. "He's getting worse." The nurse nodded silently and turned around, cupping her hand to her mouth.

"Can a doctor please come out here quick!" she yelled. People stared on in awe from the sides, and Stan glared at them, making them look away. Soon, a tall looking older man in a doctor's coat came up to them with a clipboard. He set it down at the receptionist's desk.

"Mary, what's wrong?" She pointed to the helpless looking older man and the younger boy in his arms, and his expression sharpened. Without asking any questions, he took Dipper from Stan, and started to walk down the hall quickly, Stan following him all the way.

"How exactly did this happen?" he asked as he noticed the gash on Dipper's chest.

"I can't really explain," Stan said hastily. "You wouldn't understand, but he's been unconscious for a good half an hour now."

The man nodded, understanding the situation, and called for another doctor to come assist him. Stan followed the two men into another smaller room, a patients room. The doctor, known as Doctor Smith, set Dipper down on the table.

The doctor examined the gash on Dipper's chest and then his pulse. He still felt ice-cold.

"Hmm..." he said as he let go of Dipper's arm and began to walk over to the counter, pulling out some papers. He scanned over them quickly.

"Well the gash on his chest looks moderately deep, enough that he's going to need some stitches," he said. "His pulse also seems to be a little slow, so we want to keep an eye on that," he turned his head to Stan. "And can you explain what happened?"

Stan twiddled his thumbs nervously before clearing his throat. He would never believe what truly happened, and that didn't even make sense to Stan, but he decided to use his good acting skills and lie; for now, at least.

"I'm really not sure. I went out looking for him earlier in the night, and found him unconscious on the ground with the gash on his chest," he said as sincerely as he could. The doctor seemed to be okay with that answer, and he nodded.

"If we're going to operate, we're going to need to operate now. We'll need to take him to the surgery room," he said as he called for a gurney with his headset. Someone came in, pushing the gurney through the door, and Dipper was set down on it. They went through the halls again and entered what was most likely the surgery area.

As soon as Stan had walked in though, a man held him back from going any further, and he tried looking around him to see Dipper being pushed further away.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he said as he tried getting around the man. "That's my great-nephew! Why can't I see him?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't come into the operating room while they are performing surgery. You will have to wait."

The doctor who had been attending to them turned around and motioned for Stan to follow him. "It's fine, Doctor James. We're not performing yet. We need to ask him a few questions."

Stan glared at the doctor who had been holding him back and brushed past him, following the other two doctors into a smaller room, filled with tons of different tools and objects as well as a large table. An operating room.

Dipper was set down gently on the table, and one of the men pulled an oxygen mask from a hook. "Sir, we're going to need to stitch up his chest right now. There's no telling what could happen after he gets the stitches, but this is more of a precautionary operation." Stan nodded. First Dipper was changed into more hospital-like attire, and his face was scrubbed clean, although he still looked deathly pale.

"We're going to have to stitch the gash up, and then check out some other things like arteries and veins to make sure nothing else was damaged or if anything's blocked," he explained calmly as he pulled on some rubber gloves.

"Okay," Stan said. "But how long do you think it's going to take, doctor?"

"It depends on how challenging the operation is. Sometimes it's very easy, and the patient is done in but two hours. Sometimes complications can occur, and it takes a longer amount of time to operate," the doctor explained. "Even though he does appear to be unconscious, we still need to put the mask on him in case he does wake up during surgery. You can stand by him until we start if you'd like."

Stan silently nodded as the surgeons prepared for the operation. He clutched onto Dipper's tiny hand as the oxygen mask was put over his nose and mouth, and the large swarm of men who had shown up began to surround the table, making Stan let go of his hand and step back.

He sighed deeply as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to see the same receptionist from when he first arrived with Dipper standing there.

"Sir, if you don't mind, we'd like to ask you some questions." she lead him away into the waiting room and the last thing he saw was the men starting to perform the surgery before the double doors closed behind them. He took a seat and the women started, a clipboard and pen in hand.

"What is the child's name?"

"Dipper. Dipper Pines." Stan said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Age?"

"12. He just turned a couple of months ago."

"Height? Weight?"

"Umm, I'm not exactly sure, around...4 in a half feet in height. Probably around 80 pounds."

She nodded. "And your name?"

"Stanford Pines."

She scribbled the information down on the clipboard and thanked him, walking off. The other people were still staring at him, like he had committed a crime, which wasn't true in a heartbeat. He sighed again and slunk down into the hard waiting room chair, taking his fez off. He rubbed at his temples and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe everything that was happening.

Little did he know that a triangular-shaped figure was hovering outside of the waiting room window, glowing and smiling quietly in the dark. Oh this would be fun.