Dipper had at least 15 bandages wrapped around him: 5 on his chest, 1 on his arm, 1 on his leg, 3 on his head and 5 on his back. He soon realised Mabel was not going to let him get out of bed. She brought him his toothbrush, took his hat off and gave him his pyjamas. He put those on though. He wanted to move about so he moaned to Mabel for the about the 7th time when she finally snapped.

"Look Dipper! I'm trying to help and keep you safe when you've been hurt and you keep moaning at me about it!"

She instantly put her hand over her mouth and tears formed in her eyes. Dipper stared at her for a while but eventually pushed his head into the pillow.

"I'm sorry Mabel." He said, genuinely apologising.

"It's ok. I'm just trying to help." She replied, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"At least you decided not to come."

She looked at him as if to say "what are you talking about?"

"I went out there to look around, if you'd come too, you might have been hurt." He said.

"Dipper! I care more about you than me!"

"Same, but the other way around."

"Oh, Dip… let's go to bed now."

She hugged him and went over to her bed and shot her grappling hook at the light. A shattering noise erupted from the light.

"What was that?! Is Dipper ok?" Grunkle Stan yelled from downstairs.

"I'm fine." He replied. But he wasn't.

TIME SKIP

Dipper had been laying there for hours, days it felt like to him. His mind kept flickering back to the events of the first day of the 2nd summer in the Falls. He had almost died. Once he knew Mabel was sleeping, he sat up. A jolting pain shot through his chest and leg as he did so, proving he was meant to stay lying down.

He limped to the other end of the room and picked up box of matches and a candle. Once next to his bedside table again, which took at least 5 mins to do because of his pain, he lit the match and then the candle and placed it on the table.

He pulled out journal 4, the one he was writing, and also a pen. He wrote "The Hunter" in his book. He stuck in the pictures he had taken too. He wrote about the monster's senses being so sharp, its appearance and deep, gravelly voice. The sharp teeth, the green slime, the purple spikes, the huge tail and strange, scaly, skin.

After writing for about 20 minutes, he realised how little info he had. He needed info on how big it was, abilities and weaknesses. There was an odd feeling in his stomach as to what the weakness was, but he wasn't exactly sure. He picked up the candle and marched (well, trudged) down the stairs and went to the window.

Sure enough, the Hunter was prowling around the house, its red eyes glinting, its huge tail swinging and its purple spikes looking sharper than ever. It still made Dipper's stomach flip, knowing that this thing almost killed him. He decided to test the weakness. He flicked on the porch lights, bathing the monster in a golden light.

It let out an enormous scream and lumbered back into the woods. Dipper was right! Light was the Hunter's weakness. After the lights went off, he slunk back to the table, pulled up a chair, and started writing in the journal when an *ahem ahem* from behind made him jump out of his chair and spin around.

Stood behind him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with an annoyed expression, was Mabel. Dipper didn't know what to do so an awkward silence seeped into the room. Mabel broke the silence. Thank God, Dipper said in his mind.

"So. Whacha doing?" Mabel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, getting some warm milk, I can't sleep." He blatantly lied.

"Right. I know what you were doing!" She glared at him.

"What? I wasn't doing anything!" He continued his lie to the point of guilt.

"You were trying to find the monster! I can see the journal there!"

"Um, um I-"

"I TRIED TO HELP YOU DIPPER!" She shouted.

"Mabel, shh!"

"THAT THING ALMOST KILLED YOU, AND YOU'RE LOOKING FOR IT!?"

"Quiet down, Grunkle Stan cou-"

"WELL, CONTINUE YOUR STUPID SEARCH BUT IF YOU GET HURT DON'T COME TO ME!"

"MABEL, SHUT UP!"

She spun on her heel, and stormed up the stairs, crying quietly to herself. She felt so guilty. " IF YOU GET HURT DON'T COME TO ME!" Did she really say that? The most horrible thing she'd ever said, and it was to her brother. She lay on her bed, emptying her tears. If humans are 70% water, she was around 30% water now. She wanted to go down and hug Dipper and apologise. She couldn't though.

Dipper sat there in shock. Did she mean that? He slammed the journal shut and limped upstairs and laid in bed. Assuming Mabel was sleeping, he whispered,

"Goodnight Mabel."

After a few minutes, as he was dozing off he heard Mabel say,

"Goodnight Brobro."

And with that, they both drifted off to sleep neither saying a word, the tension in the room slowly thinned, silence making its way through the room.