Ever since we came here, I've been seeing my sister getting closer to Robbie and more diligent in taking care of him. She would always help feed and clothe Robbie as well as hold his laser tag gun while he steered his wheelchair. It was clear Mabel was taking her nurse job seriously, but I can't help but think she was taking it TOO seriously.
One day, I noticed she was fiddling with the thermostat.
"Mabel, stop that. It's warm enough."
"But I don't want Robbie to get pneumonia."
"He's not gonna get pneumonia at 82 degrees Fahrenheit."
I took Mabel's hand away from the the thermostat.
"Mabel, I don't want to make assumptions, but I've noticed you really are preoccupied with Robbie."
"Well of course, Dipper. Mr. and Mrs. Valentino hired us to look after him."
"Yeah, but even I don't get as enthusiastic about my job as you do."
"What do you mean?"
I was nervous to tell her, but I thought she should know
"Mabel, I think you might have Florence Nightingale Syndrome."
"Florence Nightingale Syndrome?" Mabel scoffed, "Sounds like something from a really bad romance film with controversial implications."
"Mabel, do you love him?" I asked.
I saw Mabel blush and look away shyly.
"I don't know. I mean, I use to think he was a jerk, but the more I talk to him, the more I see his sweet and sensitive side."
Robbie then started calling out.
"Mabel, may I have some water with a bendy straw?"
"Okay, I'm coming!"
As she left, I couldn't help but wonder if this was good for her or not.
