"Mabel! We found what Wendy nearly killed!" He'd yell as he neared the pool. Her head would pop out of the water when he arrived.
"So? What is it? And if it's still alive, we need to help it." Mabel would say, once again propping her elbows on the rim of the pool.
"Well, actually, it's uh-" Wendy would say, but Mabel interrupted her.
"It's what?" Mabel would nearly shout.
"It's Dipper." Stan would finish, setting Dipper on the grass in front of the pool. The poor little cervitaur had started waking up, as his wounds bled heavily. His breathing was faint, and he let out a pained deer noise that broke their hearts.
"Dip-dot!" She'd hop out of the pool, careful not to splash him. "He'll be okay, he's fine, he's always okay, right? He's probably survived worse…" She'd keep rambling on about how he'd live, and when she finished, she looked up sadly.
There was a long silence as they listened to Dipper's breathing, then there was a soft whimper. They'd all turn to look at Dipper as his eyes fluttered open.
"M-Mabel..?" He'd say in a tone that was almost too quiet to hear.
"I'm here Dip-Dip, I'm here." She sobbed a little, grabbing his un-injured hand and squeezing it softly. Dipper smiled a little at that, and since his hand was near his head, Mabel took the opportunity to pet his ears, since he never let her.
"These are so soft..!" She'd gasp as she let her and drift across his deer-like ear. Stan walked over and sat beside her.
"They actually are!" He'd exclaim as he'd only poke his ear a little, with drawing his stoney hand so he could stay at least a little comfortable.
Dipper's eyes would close, and his breathing would even out, and he was overall a lot calmer.
"Would you look at that. He's a little better." Wendy would tilt her head, then avert her gaze. She didn't like looking at him so injured.
"And Wendy, don't blame yourself. You had no idea you did this." Mabel would say, offering a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, I guess. You're actually right. Thanks Mabel." She'd mumble as she walked towards the Mystery Shack.