THE GREY

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GRAVITY FALLS

CHAPTER 7:

"Come on kid! That's it! Wake up!"

The gruff voice cut through the muffled sounds in his ears like a knife through butter. Then, like a bullet, reality splashed coldly against the boy, making the boy shoot up in a bundle of screams and flailing limbs. Dipper's heart pounded loudly and stopped screaming, limbs slowly but surely stilling. His vision was fogged and blurry but he could hear the voices around him perfectly clear.

"He seems to be stable enough now, Charlotte can you place him on fluids and into a room, oh and, give him an Iv."

The boy's head spun, he couldn't understand what he was seeing or where he was, but the smell of cleanliness was a dead give away.

"Grun-e S-an?"

The boy tried to speak through his numb mouth, but can only get a whisper out. His hand twitched gently against the white bed spread that laid underneath him, he barely felt the large warm hand that placed itself upon it.

"Shhh, kid, gets some rest OK?"

Dipper recognized the voice and tried to speak, but all that came out was a whimper. He felt something prick his skin on his arm, and tried to move but his Grunkle's voice spoke again calmly.

"Shush kid, just go to sleep."

The boy tried to retaliate but he felt his eyes droop, and with some unintelligible mumbling he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

/

The drive back from the hospital was quiet and sleepy as the warm rain of Oregon pelted against Stan's car. Dipper placed his hand against the window, eyes silently counting the drops of rain on the window. His Grunkle cleared his throat, making the boy rip his gaze from the window and look at Stan. The elder man was staring steadily at the rode in front of him hands holding the wheel as tight as it was the day before. Dipper took in the tense form and sat silently staring at the elder, who opened his, mouth to speak.

"Um... As you may not know, when you passed out yesterday it wasn't because of blood lost..."

Dipper's eyes narrowed.

"Then what happened?"

The boy rasped, throat hurting, it felt as if someone had rubbed sandpaper against his inner mouth and lungs.

It hurt to breath.

Stan glanced at him briefly, normally hard green eyes soft with worry.

"You uh...you had a seizure..."

The boy sat quietly after that, pondering if the 'storm' that had happened in his dream had been the seizure itself and had been manifested the storm in his dream. His thoughts went back to how tired he was, head feeling heavy and a cloudy set of drowsiness blocking his eyes, he yawned. The thought of sleep made his body feel better.

But his paranoia still festered uncontrollably, fear sinking into the pit of his stomach at the thought sleep.

"Hey uh... If you want you can go to sleep if you want... If it makes you feel better I'll... You know...look out for the monsters under you bed."

Dipper smiled weakly at his Grunkle's attempt of making feel better, although he figured he could close his eyes for just a bit.

/

When the boy opened his eyes again he was laying in his bed on his side, and it was dark outside. Rain still pelting against the window in thick slaps, thunder booming. His eyes strayed to the brightly glowing alarm clock beside his bed.

3:33am

The boy shuddered at the darkness that surrounded him, thoughts racing, heart squeezing as he remembered the creature. He sat up as he heard a creak in the floorboards in front of him, his small hands clutched at the blankets tightly. The silence returned and the boy felt scared, so scared he felt nausea creep into the pit of his stomach and sit there. Another creak was heard, this time by the closet door, Dipper scrambled for his flashlight that sat by the alarm clock and turned it on, hands shaking.

He swept the light from side to side, when he found nothing his heart calmed, that is until he felt a breath against his neck. He jumped, feet hitting themselves against the floor in sharp slaps in his hurry to get to the light switch. He flicked it on, heart racing and tears welling up again, he was scared, and he didn't like it any more, he didn't want to play this game. He spotted the music box sitting innocently on his desk and rushed to grab it feeling the soothing sides of its metal box calm him. Dipper could feel his heart slow and he felt safe, he wasn't even frightened when the thunder suddenly boomed loudly, shaking the house, a loud buzz ring through e silence. But then...

Then the lights went out.