Mabel has been working diligently with Robbie. She's been nursing him and giving him makeovers whenever I stop by to check up on them (I swear, Robbie is the only guy I know who can pull off a crown braid) and Robbie, for the most part, seems to be warming up to her, letting her tend to him and not giving as many insults as when we first came here.

However, whenever I try to come in to help, he just starts acting like a jerk again. It got to the point where I decide to stop visiting his room all together and just hung around the house watching TV.

I was sipping on a can of Pit Cola watching a rerun of "Ducktective" when Mabel came and interrupting me.

"Dipper, I need your help."

"I'm not giving Robbie a sponge bath."

I took another swig of Pit Cola.

"No, that's not it. I've been trying to cheer Robbie up, but so far, nothing is working. I even tried getting a laugh out of him by wearing my bumblebee striped stockings, but that just made him talk about going to Switzerland. Don't know why that would make him sad; I'd love go to Switzerland, especially with all their chocolate."

"Well what am I suppose to do?"

"I don't know. Mr. and Mrs. Valentino wanted both of us to try to help Robbie get back up on his metaphorical feet, so maybe you might be able to help lift his spirits."

"Mabel, it's not gonna happen. Robbie and I have bad blood, remember?"

"Well I've tried everything I could think of. Maybe you might have some magic trick to help lift his spirits."

"Fine." I groaned.

I turned off the TV, marched upstairs, and walked over to Robbie in his bed.

"Robbie, you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Why? It's pointless. I can't do anything; I can't even flip you off to let you know how annoying you're being right now."

"Well I don't like you either, but until you stop all this, I'm gonna be sticking around."

"Like you care; no one does."

"Your parents sent both Mabel and I over here and Mabel's been giving you makeovers and feeding you in bed. How is that NOT caring?"

Robbie just scoffed. I was finally at the boiling point.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!"

I slapped Robbie across the face. I was about to storm out of the room when I heard him call out.

"STOP!"

I turned around. Robbie's face was now red and streaming with tears.

"Hey, Robbie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to hurt so much."

"No, that's not it." Robbie sniffled, "Ever since the accident, I haven't been able to feel anything. I couldn't even feel your sister exfoliating my face. I've just been numb all over."

Robbie coughed and wheezed from all the crying. I couldn't help but think how much harder it is for him to breathe with that tube in his trachea. I couldn't just walk out of the room like that without a broken conscience, so I walked over to Robbie and sat next to him.

"Robbie, since we've got here you've been acting like a jerk, but so have I. I should've realized how difficult being paralyzed was for you and even though we've never really gotten along, I would never have wished this on you or anyone else. I don't doubt that things will be difficult for you from now on, but your parents, Mabel and I, and I know many others will be here for to help you along the way."

Robbie started to calm down. I thought I had caught a small smile, but it was a little hard to tell with all those tears and mucus covering his face. I decided to grab some tissues and wipe all the gunk off.

"Okay, just blow."

Robbie started blowing his nose into the tissue. After he was done, I decided to take a peak out of morbid curiosity; man, that was gross.