By the time everyone had woken up, Will was sitting on the kitchen counter and kicking his legs which was making noise. His left arm was in a sling that Ford had made, because of him becoming hurt. His older brother was laying in his room, but was secretly watching everything he did. Ford was also watching him, but was doing so in person, as he wasn't anything supernatural or weird. Will was trying to draw in his drawing pad, that Mabel had gotten him. So far, he had made messy kid drawings. Ford and Dipper both looked at him in confusion, not knowing how he had managed to get on the counter in the first place, when having a broken arm. Then again, he was a supernatural creature, so they didn't want to ask.
"Why is he so happy? He broke his arm!" Dipper shouted all of the sudden, kind of annoyed.
They heard someone shout, before Ford ran over to where they were. It was Bill.
Ford asked, "You broke your concentration on watching Will?"
"Yes..." He grumbled, annoyed, "Now my head hurts."
Ford sighed, "I'll go get ibuprofen."
"It's not that bad, Sixer. I'll be fine. I just need to relax for a minute, okay?" He asked.
Ford nodded, "Alright. I'll go get Dipper so he can keep you company."
"Okay," He mumbled, laying his head down on the pillow.
Ford left the room, before dragging Dipper into the room, giving him a small toy piano, a chess game, and a sketch book with crayons. Ford left the room, and locked it behind him, leaving the two boys there.
