So I am a Wendip and Dipcifica shipper, so I'm gonna make this where they both have the hots for Dip and he struggles to choose sides.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Btw-

Fun fact: I've changed the title of this chapter 7 times now, no joke.

Chapter 2- Hospitalized Part 1: Jacked Up

Dipper's POV

"Gravity Falls, what's your favorite color?"

"WENDY! Wait, can you repeat the question?"

"These are your thoughts, Dipper."

"I'm finally meeting the author!... DISCO GIRL... COMING THROUGH... WENDY WENDY WENDY WENDY WENDY..."

"Oh, no! Oh, Wendy this is all my fault... I should've just told you in the closet... Wendy, what I wanted to tell you was... I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU WENDY!"

"Wendy..."

A giggled echoed through the attic. "Hehe, Dipper! Wake up, sleepyhead! I think Wendy's already here for work!"

I shot out of bed. "Wendy?! Where?!" I glanced around.

Mabel laughed even harder. "You were dreaming about her again, dummy!"

"Ugghhhh..." I face-palmed.

"Anyway, bro bro, Grunkle Stan made breakfast."

I slid on my shorts, shirt, and vest. I grabbed my hat and ran downstairs.

"Morning, kiddo." Grunkle Stan grunted from behind his newspaper.

Great Uncle Ford walked in. "Good morning, Dipper."

"Morning Grunkle Stan. Morning Great Uncle Ford."

Mabel sat down at the table beside me and I began eating my pancakes. She took two for herself and fed one to Waddles Jr.

"Ready to get started, Dipper?! It's your first day of apprenticeship! Meet me in the lab."

"Ready as I'll ever be!" I ran upstairs and grabbed my new journal, a bunch of thinking pens, and head down stairs.

As I approached the gift shop, Wendy walked through the door.

"Hey, Dipper! First day of apprenticeship?" She looked at the journal.

"Yup! Sorry I can't "work" with you. But I asked Great Uncle Ford if we can start early and end early. So I'll have time to hang."

"Alright then, Sir Dippingsauce, go have fun and I'll see you later."

She sat behind the register and I punched in the code in the vending machine. The door swung open and I climbed down the stairs to the elevator. I walked to the black-cloaked man.

"So what are we going to do first, Great Uncle Ford?"

"Well, Dipper, I thought we could start with your journal."

"What about it?" I looked at the blank book in my hands.

"Just like how mine have six-fingered hands, yours needs to have something that defines you." He handed me a piece of blue foil to match my journal.

I set it on the table and stared at it. Blue and white... Like my hat... MY HAT! I feel naked if I'm not wearing it.

I took a black pen and traced a pine tree like the one on my hat. I glued the shiny blue shape on the cover and drew a big "1" on it. On the back cover I wrote "Property of DP" and signed my name underneath.

"Alright, now that you have your own journal, your journey begins. First, we have to look through your mind. Much like what we did 6 years ago. If we scan your brain and repeat the procedure we did last time, Bill still won't be able to read your thoughts. He'll remain in the mindscape."

We went up to the second floor and I sat at the desk while Great Uncle Ford attached the big, giant, metal, helmet-thing to my head. The screen blinked on and my thoughts were displayed.

"Here are your thoughts, Dipper."

"Ahahahaha, what are you going to do about it, Pinetree? Ahahahaha!"

"Bill!"

"I wonder if Wendy likes me since our age difference isn't that significant."

"Oh, Wendy!"

"I was wrong about you, Pacifica... You aren't like the other Northwests."

"Pacifica, I-I..."

"Pacifica... I wonder if she likes me... But she hasn't seen me since then..."

I blushed as red as I can get. Damn. Now Great Uncle Ford knows my secrets...

He chuckled. "Dipper, it seems you have two crushes on two different girls. Why haven't you told anyone?"

"Because, a)if Mabel found out, she wouldn't leave alone. Especially since I still like Wendy and now like Pacifica... And b) because they are my crushes; why would I tell anyone else?"

He continued to chuckle, and I grew redder by the second.

"Can we please just move on?"

I closed the vending-machine-door behind me.

"Hey, Dip! You done?"

"Yup! Wanna hang now?"

"Duh. Where's Mabel?"

"Oh, she's in town today, I think..."

"Alright, just us! Let's go to the roof."

I laughed nervously. "Haha, yeah. Just us..."

I followed the redhead up to the roof. I sat on the ledge and she handed me a Pitt Cola as she sat beside me.

"So, Dip, when you went back home, did you ever get a girlfriend?"

I blushed. "Well... Yes. I had two. In my sophomore year, I dated this girl named Brianna. But she didn't realize how much of dork I am I guess, and it only lasted 2 months. As a junior, I dated another girl named Chloe, and she was ok with me being geeky and a dork, and she was perfect for me. We dated through our senior year. But when she found out about my obsession with returning to Gravity Falls, and how I wasn't going to stay in the Piedmont area, she said it wasn't going to work. And thus, I was left heartbroken once more... Let's just say, girls in Piedmont are way too picky."

We both laughed and chucked a couple rocks at the target.

"What about you, Wendy? Did you ever get another boyfriend?"

"Er, no. I kinda went all "I hate boys" after Robbie, but..." she trailed off.

"But what?"

"You're the first person I'm going to tell this, but..."

She sighed. "But I really don't hate boys... And there is someone I have a crush on, but I won't dare give anything about him away."

As we stared off into the trees, chatting, a limousine pulled up in front of the shack.

"Isn't that..."

"It can't be!"

Pacifica Northwest stepped out of the limo staring up at us.

"Well, aren't you going to say hi?" She smiled.

"Just get up here already." I jokingly called back.

A minute later, she was on the roof as well. "Long time no see, Dipper. I heard you were in town again and needed to stop by." She wrapped her arms around me and I hugged back.

We continued to chat about life after Mabel and I first visited.

A couple minutes later, a rock soared in Wendy's direction. I leaped in front of it before she could dodge it and the rock, the size of a tennis ball, socked me in the gut. Pain spread through the spot of impact.

I fell with an "oof" and Wendy rushed to my side.

"Whoa, Dip! Are you ok? Here, lemme see." She lifted up my shirt, exposing my stomach and chest.

The huge red spot developed into a purple and black bruise. She told me to lay still for a second. She grabbed a freezing cold Pitt Cola and pressed it on my abdomen.

I stood up and thanked Wendy for her quick thinking.

Pacifica leaned over the edge. "Oh, it's that emo guy again. Scram!"

"Dipper Pines, you little kid! What makes you think you can hang out with my girl?!"

I walked closed to the ledge and peered over. "Robbie, I'm 18, and Wendy and I are like, best friends! Why wouldn't we hang out? And uh, Pacifica is here too, so nothing's going on."

"Wendy, I still love you after all of these years! Please take me back, I'm begging you! That stupid little brat is getting in the way of our relationship!" A very familiar voice cried.

"ROBBIE! I told you to leave me alone! You've already hit Dipper in the stomach!"

"ENOUGH ABOUT DIPPER! DIPPER THIS DIPPER THAT! Everything is about Dipper to you! What about me!?"

A baseball flew up and hit me on the shin, sending me over the ledge.

I fell to the ground and landed with a huge crack.

"AGGHH!" Intense pain spread through my legs and left wrist.

"OH MY GOD! DIPPER!" Wendy jumped onto the nearest tree and slid down while Pacifica took the ladder.

"DIE DORK!"

I turned my head to see Robbie with a baseball in his hands. It left his hands and just had to hit me right across the face.

"OW!" I felt warm blood trickling out of my nose. My eye was swelling up.

"Take me back!"

Another baseball soared towards me and I tried to block it with my arm, but it slammed into my elbow. Excruciating pain spread and all I could do was let the next one smash into my chest, knocking the wind out of me.

At this point, Paz had already called 911 and everything was blurry. I could barely make out Wendy, trying to punch Robbie, but he retaliated and punched her in the eye.

I tried to go to her, but my body refused. I reached out to her to see her unconscious in the dirt.

"Wendy..." I croaked, with all the energy to speak as I could muster.

"Dipper is just a stupid nerd who doesn't have a life! Stop hanging out with him instead of me!"

He held up a metal baseball bat and began repeatedly hitting various spots on my body, especially my chest. I guess he really did want to kill me, because he pulled out a bread knife. He plunged it straight into my shoulder, releasing searing pain. With great force, he ripped it out of the wound, the serrated edge tearing more tissue. I screamed to a pitch I thought I could never reach. He scanned my body, searching for a target. With a swift movement, he sliced right across my stomach, ripping my shirt and flesh. My pain soared to new heights. And a sudden realization hit me.

I'm going to die here. This is the last day of my life. I'm leaving Mabel alone. She'll be an only child, the one who was fortunate. I never got the chance to get married, or have kids. Heck, I didn't even get to tell Wendy I still love her. Or Pacifica.

It was getting harder to breathe and my entire body was on fire; every muscle and bone burning. Dark crimson blood leaked from my wounds, soaking my shirt in the sticky substance.

Mabel, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this had to happen. I'm sorry for everything I ever did that made you upset... I hope you live a long life, with those 4 children you always wanted, and that loving husband who knows how to cook and loves sprinkles and glitter...

My vision was super blurry now, and I could only see the faint outline of Robbie, who had dropped the bloody knife and was now holding a matchbox. He placed a metal thing near my feet. A canister of propane. He unscrewed the valve, allowing the flammable gas to leak. He's going to try to blow me up! Then it hit me. My sensibility.

No. I can't die! I will not die. I need to live my life. It won't end like this. Come on, Dipper! Do it for Mabel and Wendy and Pacifica!

I tried to crawl away, leaving a trail of blood behind me, like I was a demented snail. Each slow, determined, movement made my vision turn darker, and my muscles scream.

"This ends now." He lit the match and threw it on the can, and in an instant, he along with rocks and other particles on the ground, flew back. My body was launched from the ground and into a tall tree, where I felt a sharp pain in my head. I fell to the base of the massive tree, and caught a glimpse of blinking lights before everything turned black.