What cuts the deepest
One month later
Mabel was woken up with severe stomach cramps that had her on the verge of tears from the moment she opened her eyes looking out of the window she could see that it was still pitch black outside, carefully getting out of bed and hobbling over to Dipper, who was still fast asleep, clutching her stomach as she made it across the attic bedroom, poking him gently to wake him up. He groaned as his eyes opened, he glanced over at the clock
"Mabel it's 2:40 in the morning. Go back to bed!" He moaned at her
"I can't, I feel sick and just yucky." She told him, sounding to Dipper like she was close to tears, He sat up immediately and looked over at her, seeing how pale and upset she was and knowing her as well as he did he knew she was going to be sick at any moment.
"Let's get you to the bathroom okay?" He asked, jumping out of bed and putting an arm around her, leading her towards the bathroom.
As soon as Dipper turned the bathroom light on Mabel dropped to her knees and stuck her head down the toilet bowl just as she began to throw up violently, Dipper made himself a space to sit on the floor next to her, holding her hair out of her face and gently rubbing her back. He sat with her until she was only dry heaving into the toilet.
"You think you're all done?" He questioned her gently, she gave him a weak nod
"Wait here then" He ordered her, getting up and leaving the bathroom and going off downstairs. Tiptoeing past Grunkle Stan, who once again had fallen asleep in his armchair he snuck out to the kitchen, grabbing a large bowl, a glass and a straw. He quietly filled the glass up with cold water, throwing the straw into the glass he quietly made his way back upstairs to the bathroom.
Once back in with Mabel he gently pulled her away from the toilet, flushing the sick away he sat down next to Mabel handing her the glass of water, holding the straw in place for her. She drank it down, clearing the taste of sick from her mouth
"You okay to go back to bed?" Dipper whispered to her once he was happy that she'd drunk enough for the moment. She nodded and allowed Dipper to help her back to her feet and to lead her back to their bedroom.
He sat her down on his bed and placed the bowl he picked up from the kitchen next to the glass of water on his bedside table. He climbed into bed and scooted back to his back was touching the wall.
"Come on, you're getting in bed with me" He encouraged, patting the space he had left next to him. Mabel smiled and obliged, with her back to him he draped an arm over her and drifted off to sleep.
This pattern of sickness continued for Mabel all over the weekend and into Monday morning where itcaused an argument between Dipper and Mabel.
"Mabel you can't go into school today. You're too ill!" Dipper snapped at her as she was getting dressed
"I'll be fine! Anyway I'm not gonna miss the first day at a new school. It'll make me look bad." Mabel growled back in annoyance.
"Fine! You wanna go in and make yourself worse. Go on then. I don't care." Dipper stated. He looked over at her and immediately regretted his choice of words as her bottom lip began to quiver.
"Mabel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I do care about you. So much, it's just I worry about you too." Dipper apologised.
"I know you worry, I worry about you too. It's who we are, but trust me okay? I'll be fine" Mabel promised, walking over to him as she spoke and gently kissing his cheek.
"Fine, I trust you" Dipper flashed her a small half smile, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to win this argument with her.
Mabel and Dipper had just sat down in front of their breakfasts when Stan shuffled into the kitchen
"Kids... I spoke to your parents again" Stan announced, taking the seat opposite the twins, who both looked up from their food in anticipation at what their Grunkle had to say.
"Well obviously they're still not happy about it..." Stan began
"Well we could've told you that one, without talking to them again" Dipper interrupted, only shutting up after getting a disapproving glare from Stan
"As I was saying... They're still not happy with it but I've managed to bring them around to not mentioning it again." Stan explained, wiping the sweat away from his forehead.
The previous night
"No Stan, I made it perfectly clear to them that their father and I do not approve of this and no amount of bargining from you will change our minds." Mrs Pines argued down the phone
"Okay... I know where you're coming from and I agree with you that it's not a conventional relationship..."
"You sound exactly like Dipper!" Mrs Pines sneered
"Look! I love these kids, I really do okay. I just wanna see them happy and if this is what makes them happy then I'm NOT going to stand in their way." Stan retorted, raising his voice slightly
"And we don't love them? Of course we love them. But this is sick AND it's just wrong and if they're planning on keeping this up then... Then we don't want anything to do with them... They're not our children." Mrs Pines stated, hanging up the phone. Stan hung his phone back on the reciever and placed his hands over his face
"Way to go Stan, you've just made everything ten times worse." He muttered to himself.