Mabel was sleeping soundly when Stan's cell phone vibrated. He noticed that it was Soos calling, so he snuck out of the room while Ford stayed with Mabel.

"What's wrong, Soos? You burn the place down?"

"No, Mr. Pines. Business is booming actually. Lots of people around here care about hambone and want to help with money."

Stan was grateful that people loved and cared about his baby girl, but he would rather business be slow and for Mabel to be healthy.

"That actually wasn't the reason I called," Soos continued.

"Well, what is it?"

"Some lady called the shack for you. She got really grumpy when I said you weren't around…called me a simpleton," Soos mumbled.

Stan instantly knew who the handyman was talking about. "Soos…what did you tell her?"

"I just told her you were with hambone in the hospital. When she asked why, I told her about the cancer. Boy, was she mad! I tried talking to her some more, but she hung up on me-" That was as far as Soos got before he heard the dial tone. "Yeah like that."

Stan quietly opened the door to Mabel's hospital room. He didn't want to wake her up and subject her to more worry and stress.

Ford noticed that Stan looked like he had seen a ghost. "Stanley, what's wrong?"

Stan motioned with his arm for Ford to follow him outside. Ford glanced back, not wanting to leave his daughter, but the look on his face was urgent enough for Ford to want to obey. He placed a stuffed animal beside his daughter in case she woke up so she wouldn't be afraid.

"Stanley, what's wr-" Ford started.

"Janice knows."

"What? How? Who told her?"

"She called the shack and Soos told her…" Stan said as he put his hands on his head.

Ford folded his hands over his mouth. "Okay…she's going to be angry. She has a right to be angry. We need to think what on earth we're going to say to her."

Before they could continue, they heard the rapid clicking and clacking of overpriced high-heeled shoes coming down the hospital hallway.

"Shit!" Both brothers said simultaneously. They had run out of time. They turned to her preparing to face her wrath like men.

"Janice, listen…" Stan spoke as he reached out his hand, only for Janice to ignore him and run straight into Mabel's room.

The sight left her speechless. Her sweet and lively niece was now lying in a hospital bed. All color had left her face and she was totally bald and had no hair on her eyebrows or anywhere else on her body. Stuffed animals and cards and flowers surrounded her, not a single one from Janice.

Janice made enough noise coming in that Mabel rose up from her peaceful slumber. When she saw her great aunt a look of terror plastered over her face. She rushed to grab a knit hat to conceal her bald head, but she knew it was no use. "G-Great-Aunt Janice…I-I'm sorry…if I had known you were coming I would have…I mean I'm…I'm sorry I look so…"

Janice's heart broke. Mabel was afraid of her. Her niece was deathly ill, and the poor girl thought Janice would be worried about her appearance? Is that what Mabel thought of her? That Janice was really that cold and shallow of a person?

She knelt by her bedside, looking like she wanted to vomit, but she swallowed hard and looked her niece in the eyes. Despite them being dull and sunken in, they still reminded Janice so much of her mother. "Mabel…you are so beautiful, so much more beautiful then I-" Her voice cracked.

Stan and Ford appeared by Mabel's side as well. Mabel was hit with fear of what Janice would do. She clung to her daddies' hands. "This isn't their fault…I was the one who wanted to donate. I wanted to save Dipper. Please…please don't take me away from my daddies."

"I would never take you from them," Janice managed thickly. "You don't ever have to worry about that. Just worry about getting better, alright?"

"Thanks…Graunty Janice." Mabel gave a weak smile before closed her eyes and quickly fell back asleep.

"I love you so much, Mabel." Janice gave Mabel a kiss on the forehead before rushing out of the room to cry in the hallway.

Stan and Ford followed her out, feeling bad for her and wanting to comfort her. She whipped around and gave both men a death glare. She won't take the kids away from their fathers, but that didn't mean she was letting them off the hook. "You two…"

Stan and Ford backed away with their hands up in a surrender position. "Janice-"

"When I left Dipper and Mabel with you, I had one request. I requested you keep me updated on how they were doing. When Dipper became ill, you did inform me. When Mabel donated her kidney, you informed of that as well. Now, I call to check in on how they are recovering from that ordeal, only to find a whole new medical emergency has taken place without my knowledge."

Stan and Ford stared down at their feet. They hated to admit it, but Janice was right.

"What if Mabel had died while I was in the dark about her illness? And I would never have gotten to say goodbye?" Janice's voice broke.

"Okay! Okay! We get it!" Stan said wanting to push that terrible thought from all their minds.

"Janice," Ford started. "We are so sorry. In all the chaos, we simply forgot to inform you. There's no excuse for that. You have every right to be angry."

And by God, Janice was angry, but more than that, she was scared. She broke down in tears.

Not knowing what else to do Stan pulled her into a tight embrace. Ford soon followed as the three adults cried over the child they all loved.

"How…how much is her treatment costing you?"

Stan didn't know how to respond. He had given very little thought to the money they were pouring into Mabel's treatment. They had been dipping into funds the stingy Stan had hoarded away for years, reluctant to ever let go of it. Now, the only concern he had of losing his money was of it running out before his daughter got better.

"Never mind," Janice said before either of them could answer. "I'll pay for all further treatments and reimburse whatever you've paid already."

"Janice," Ford said, shocked. "You don't…"

"I don't want to hear it, Stanford. I have to do something for her…anything. Let me do this for her. Let me help."

Pride be damned, Stan and Ford couldn't turn down any financial support that could help Mabel get better.

"Thank you, Janice," Stan said quietly.

"I have two conditions: One, you only get the best care money can buy."

Stan and Ford nodded. They were doing that with or without Janice's money.

"And two, you tell me everything that's going on."

"Of course," said Ford. "It's the least we could do."

"Here," Stan motioned over to Mabel's room. "Why don't you come sit with her a little bit?"

Janice backed up shaking her head. "No…I can't…I can't see her like this…"

"Janice…don't walk away…" Stan said. "You may regret it."

"I already do." Janice's shaking hand reached into her purse to grab a small stack of cash. She handed it to Stan. "Here…use this to buy her whatever she wants. …anything that will make her happy. Tell her it's from me. Tell her I love her…" the tears flowed from her face ashamed that she wasn't strong enough to be there for her niece. All she could do was throw her money around.

That's all she felt she was good for anyway.