*Hello!

So, this was originally 2 different chapters, but the first half was a bit too short, so I decided to combine them. Now its kinda long, but that's ok.

Anyway please enjoy!

Chapter 6

Bill runs into the hospital with the tall red head, carrying Dipper.

"Please someone, I need help!", he calls out. Soon doctors rush Dipper out of Bill's arms, and into a wheel chair rolling him away.

The demon watches, Dipper's hat clenched in hand, as they take him to the emergency room. His sight is taken away only by the nurse behind the desk motioning him over, "sir, I need that patients information."

Bill walks over to the desk and looks at her. She's a younger woman with pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks at the man in front of her, and those blue eyes widen. Obviously, she knew who he was.

And Bill couldn't care less.

"Uh. W-what is his full name?", she asks.
"Dipper Pines."
"Middle name?"
"I don't know, the kid won't even tell people his real first name."

The woman seems like she's about to say something, but decides against it, and types away on her computer, "birth date?"
"August 31, 1999."
"Any allergies?"
"Not that I know of. His uncle should be here soon to take care of that."
"Medications?"
"He takes some sort of anxiety medication I believe?"
"Prozac? Zoloft?"
"Maybe? I don't know. Again his uncle."
"Right, I'm sorry."

Silence fell between the two, as only the sound of typing could be heard. Her long nails hitting each key irritated Bill to now end. He didn't believe typing with her nails was very necessary at the moment.

"That should be all for now. Please come back to me when you have the other information."

Bill simply nods, and walks away from the desk to the waiting area. He sits next to Wendy, who seems just as worried.

"Dude, this just isn't right," she says, "Dipper is such a good kid."
"I know."
"I remember when I first met him," she laughs humorlessly, "he used to have the biggest crush on me."
"Yeah, he did."
"I don't think he does anymore though."

This caused Bill to look at her, "why is that?"
"Well... I don't know if he'd like me telling you, but Mabel told me that he's made some... Realizations over the years."
"Realizations?", he questions, "what does that mean?"
"Well... He just kinda knows who he is now."
"And that is?"
"To put it simply, he's-"

"Family of Pines?", a doctor calls out, cutting off Wendy and Bill's focus on her. They both stand, and Bill walks up to him, "yes?"

The doctor looks at him, "we will have to do a CT scan to make sure there's no brain damage. He is unconscious for the time being so there isn't much we can do at the moment, but he is stable for the most part. We won't know if we need to take further action until after the scan."

"Ok well what about the bleeding?", he asks.

"We're going to have to stitch him up, especially on the head, but a few more places on his legs and arms will need stitching too. Other than that, no externally injuries have yet to be found, except for one."

"What's the one?", the demon replies.

"It seems that his foot actually got ran over when he got hit. We don't know if anything is broken, so we'll take some x-rays of it. Even if it's not broken, he still may not be able to walk on it for a while."
"Ok, I understand."
"Now, are you his guardian?"
"No, not at all. He's just visiting his uncle for the summer, I'm just a family friend."
"Well, we'll need to have a guardian here to give us permission to do anything further than the x-rays."
"Yeah ok. They should be here soon."
"Please, let us know when they do."

With that, the doctor walked away, leaving Bill to sigh, and turn back to Wendy, "well, what were you going to say?"
"Huh? Oh! Right," she replies, "about Dipper. According to Mabel he's actually, well, gay now."

Well, that was unexpected.

"Oh really?"
"Yeah he came out to her last year. I mean, I support him, but it's still kinda shocking y'know?"

Bill nods, "it is, but I don't understand why it needs to be said."

"What do you mean?", the red head asks

"You mortals are so obsessed with labels; it doesn't matter. Who you fall in love with shouldn't be based on their gender. You don't love someone just because they are that gender. Yes, you may find one more appealing than the other, but even so what if you happen to fall in love with someone of the opposite way you think you feel? It can happen, it's called an exception and everyone had one. Does that mean it's not real? Of course not. It's still just as real as any other type of love. Love shouldn't be defined by gender; love should be defined by your heart. You mortals seriously need to learn that.

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~Bill's POV~

When the rest of the Pines burst through the hospital doors, I honestly jumped. So did everyone else. Stan ran up to the desk demanding where his nephew is, Ford is already pacing around, and Mabel is a sobbing mess. I decide to go to Mabel. Mostly because I didn't want to be apart of Stan, who is yelling so much he's on the brink of being kicked out and Ford looks so much like him, he might too. Plus, the kid looks like she could use some comforting.

I place Dipper's hat on top of her head as I wrap my arms around the crying girl, and as soon as I do, she buries her face in my chest. I try to silence her loud sobbing by shushing her while stroking her hair. Her hair that reminds me so much of Dippers.

I was so caught up in Mabel, I didn't notice that Stan had stopped yelling. Six fingers stopped pacing and walked over to me, "do you know what's going on with him?"
"He's unconscious right now. They're going to take a CT of his head and other x-rays, then see if they need to take further action," I reply back to the older man.
"I hope nothing is wrong."
"Yeah, so do I."

I let go of Mabel and tell her to go to Wendy. She slowly walks over to her, laying her head on her lap. I look back at Ford, "his head.. There was a pretty big gash on the back. It was bleeding a lot."

I don't think I needed to tell him that last part, my shirt and hands are covered in blood that's now drying, but he nodded like it was new information anyway, "will he need stitches?"
"Yeah, a lot it seems."
"But you think he will be ok?"
"I.. I don't know."

Before Ford could say anything else, Stan walks up to us, "said he's still getting his head check out," he says.
"Yeah, those that quite some time," Ford says back to him.

I look at Stan, expecting disappointment and anger. He trusted me to watch him, his only nephew, and now he's in the hospital. I prepare for yelling, but instead I get a large hand ruffling my hair.

"You did good, Cipher," he says to me.

I glance up at him, confused. I didn't do good. Dipper left the house and got hurt on my watch. I should have been paying more attention; I didn't even see him leave! But Stan nods once, looking at me with sincerity, "you did good. It wasn't your fault."

But it was, I wanted to scream. It was my fault. I should have kept checking on him. I should have made sure he was still in the house. I was supposed to look after the kid and keep him safe, but I couldn't even manage that. I'm the reason this happened. I want to yell all of this from Stan, but something in my throat stops me. When I open my mouth to speak, nothing but a pitiful crack comes out. And when it does, I'm being pulled into a hug.

Stan has a monstrous grip on me that any other time, would have been uncomfortable. Now that I'm sobbing like a four year old who just got candy stolen from them, it makes the bear hug I'm receiving all the more comforting.
"This is not your fault Bill," he says to me once more.

I continue to sob disgustingly, throwing my hands up behind his back at the stupidity of this situation. I don't know why I'm crying, but I can't stop. I haven't cried in years. And now that I am, it's like the first rain in a year long drought. And it's not stopping.

I hear a slight snickers from both of the original mystery twins, hopefully because of my reaction to myself, and I laugh slightly along with them while alligator tears continue to fall.

I pull myself away and look at the older men. They're both looking at me with strange smiles on their faces.
"What?", I ask them, a bit harshly.
"Nothing, it's just that, we never knew you were so emotional," replies one, and I have no idea which, because I'm already pushing away both of them. Neither of them budge.
"I am not emotional. My eye just leaks from time to time, it's a demon thing."

Ford laughs at me, "yes, of course."

I go to rub my eye, but Ford stops me by grabbing my wrist. The feeling of six fingers being on me makes me shiver slightly.
"I wouldn't do that, you have blood all over your hands."

Oh.

"Right, I forgot. Is there some place I can clean myself up?", I ask. Obviously there is; it's a hospital, so I immediately regret asking that. Ford just nods though, and points toward a set of doors, "there are bathrooms right there."

I nod and start walking toward it, trying to gain back my composure as I do. I step in and I go to the sink, turning on the faucet with my elbow. I start to wash my hands, and the sink fills with the reddish brown, metallic substance. The way the bloody water goes in the sink is almost mesmerizing. I stare at the blood as it washes down the drain, remembering that it's not mine.

So many times I've been covered in blood, and almost all of those times it wasn't my own.

I pull my gaze from the sink, to the mirror in front of me. I look at my reflection for a while before realizing how bloody my sweater is. I quickly dry off my hands and turn off the sink, then pull off my forever stained sweater. I'm very fortunate that I decided to wear a collared shirt under my sweater. The shirt underneath only has a little bit of blood on the cuffs and collar, so I should be fine by now.

I look at my reflection one last time before walking back out.

When I do, everyone else is sitting in the waiting room area. Mabel is now asleep on Wendy, claiming two seats. I guess the kid was crying so much she got tired. It must be hard to have something like this happen to somebody you've shared a womb with.

I walk over and sit on the other side of Wendy. I rub my eye finally, then rest my head back against the wall behind me, and start to drift off.