Part Four
Their feet crunched in the snow as Stan, Soos, and Mabel made their way through the forest.
"Dipper!" shouted Stan.
"Wendy!" Mabel called out.
"Where are ya, little buddy!?" Soos asked.
Suddenly, Mabel stopped.
"Wait a second..!" Mabel started. "Wendy! Her cell phone! "
"What's that?" asked Stan.
"Wendy has a cellphone!"
"And..?"
That was when Stan realized what she was implying.
"Oh I see!" Stan stated. "Good thing I've got this bad boy.."
With that he pulled out a rather large and bulky looking mobile phone.
"That looks OLD.. And I mean OOOLD!" Mabel exclaimed, drawing out the 'o' for emphasis.
"Say what you will, it still works!" Grunkle Stan grumbled. "Let's see if she'll actually answer."
Stan dialed the number on his phone and waited.
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After making sure Wendy was alright, Dipper scrounged around the old shack, finding some old tattered blankets and used the least torn blanket to cover Wendy up. Wendy grimaced in pain but did not awaken.
Dipper suddenly heard a low buzzing and froze in confusion. It was then he saw it was coming from one of the pockets to Wendy's jacket. Dipper moved closer toward her. He reached into one of the pockets, he looked at the object and stared in awe. Wendy's cellphone.. It was ringing. Dipper quickly answered it.
"Hello.. G-Grunkle Stan! I need your HELP! Please! Wendy's hurt!"
He felt a pain in his head and winced.
"Were both hurt actually, but Wendy is hurt WORSE! You've gotta get here QUICK! We're stuck in a valley close to Lookout Point!"
Dipper heard a buzzing and could see the battery was nearly dead.
"Please hurry! I don't know what to DO!"
Dipper's voice cracked as he said this last part.
"We're in an old shack near the forest!"
Dipper heard a beeping and soon found the battery had gone dead.
"No.. Nonononono.!" Dipper gripped the phone, his hands shaking as he came to terms with the weight of their situation. Dipper fell to his knees.
"Dipper..?"
Dipper snapped his head up and could see Wendy looking back at him.
"Wendy? Oh thank GOD!"
Wendy coughed and gritted her teeth in agony.
"W-Wendy... W-what is it?"
"M..my ribs.. I.. I-I think they're b-broken.."
Dipper's heart dropped into his gut and he gripped her hand.
"Dipper.."
"Hang on!"
Dipper painfully made his way outside and used his coat to scoop up a large amount of snow. He then hurried back into the cabin. Dipper moved as quickly as his aching limbs would allow and knelt beside Wendy on the floor.
"Wendy.. Here.. T-this should help.."
Dipper carefully covered Wendy's midsection with the snow. Wendy sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. Dipper gripped her hand gently.
"I was able to get through to Stan.. I think he got our location.. T-the battery is dead now though.."
Dipper cringed at the sudden throbbing in his head. Wendy looked up at him, her expression becoming that of complete fear.
"Wendy.. I just.. I don't know what else to do.."
Wendy felt another jolt of pain from her chest and gripped Dipper's hand hard.
"W-Wendy.."
Dipper winced a little but continued to hold her hand.
"I-it.. It's okay.."
There was a low howling as the wind began to pick up outside. Dipper shivered as the wind blew in through the busted out windows of the cabin. Thinking quickly, Dipper began to gather whatever wood he could find in the cabin. He began to fill up the old and unused fireplace. Once that was taken care of, Dipper began to use some of the torn pieces of blanket to carefully wrap around Wendy's midsection. Wendy painfully rested herself against the wall. She looked at him and could see the large gash that ran down Dipper's right temple.
"Dipper, you need to take care of that cut.."
"Wendy.. Y-you know your injuries are more important than just a small cut.."
"Dipper-"
"No, Wendy.. I-I mean, you pretty much took the blunt of the accident!"
"So did YOU!" Wendy nearly shouted. "You're hurt just as much as I am!"
"Look! I can't let anything else go wrong! Alright!? We've already got enough to WORRY about!" Dipper replied.
"Dipper! Why are you being so STUBBORN?"
"Because I need to FIX this!" Dipper screamed back. "I can't just sit and do NOTHING!
"Dipper! Why can't you just get it through your head that you can't fix everything!? You THINK you can do everything but you CAN'T, Dipper! You're just some fourteen year old KID!"
Wendy stopped just as the words left her mouth. Dipper stared at her in shock, tears were forming in his eyes.
"D...Dipper I.."
Dipper turned away from her.
"I s-should.. Go see i-if Stan is coming.."
Dipper made his way outside
"Dipper! WAIT!"
Wendy cringed as she struggled to her feet. She hurried to the door but when she opened it, Dipper was already gone.
Author's note: Appologies.. Age needed fixing..
