So this was originally one full chapter, but it became 15 pages long, so I split it into three. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Btw-

I have had the first 6 chapters of this fic in my drive for months.

Chapter 4- Hospitalized Part 3: The Awakening

Dipper's POV

"Dipper, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I'm here for you as long as you live. No matter what happens, I'll stick to your side. I love you, Dip."

I heard sirens in the distance and the soft beeping of the heart rate monitor.

I opened my eyes. I saw a faint outline of someone..."Uggghhh... Mabel?… W-Where are we?" I tried to sit up.

"Oh my god! Dipper! Don't try to sit up! Lie still! Doctor! Dipper has woken up!"

My eyes focused on the face in front of me. She was crying and her heavily applied makeup was smeared across her face. A sudden realization sunk in. The figure in front of me was not Mabel."W-who are you?! H-How do you know my name?! W-where's my sister?!"

The blonde looked shocked. "Dipper, it's me! It's Pacifica!"

A redhead walked up to the bed. "Hey, Dip. You ok, dude?" That voice. It's the one that I've been hearing over and over again in my dreams.

I started to panic. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?! Why am I in the hospital with four broken limbs? WHAT IS GOING ON?"

"DIPPER! Ohmygosh, are you alright, bro bro?!" Mabel ran up to me.

"Mabel! I'm so glad you're here!" I hugged her to the best of my abilities.

The doctor walked in. "Hello, Dipper. I'm Dr. Stein and I am here to test your memory. I'm sure you are very scared, but I assure you, you are safe. The hit you took to your head damaged your memory of people and memories of past events. You are very lucky to be alive. In fact, if Miss Northwest didn't call right away, you would all be dead. These ladies were kind enough to supply me with photos of friends and other iconic images. So let's start."

He held a photo of a brown haired girl wearing a pink sweater. "Tell me who or what and one other fact about the image."

"Mabel, my twin sister who loves scrapbooking."

He held up a picture of an older man with a five-o'clock shadow and a fez. "Who is that?"

"Dipper..." The redhead said.

Dr. Stein held up a picture of a hamster-like man, wearing a t-shirt with a question mark on the front.

"Dr. Stein, why can't I remember anything?! What's going on?!"

"Dipper, I need you to calm down."

"Dipper, what do you remember from 6 years ago?"

"I don't remember anything that happened. All I remember is school. I can't remember these two girls. All I can remember is coming to Gravity Falls, and Mabel. That's it."

"Dipper. After running some tests, we have come to the conclusion that you have lost all memories related to Gravity Falls. I will leave you all to help him regain his memories."

"Ok, Dipper, this is Wendy Corduroy. She is the daughter of a lumberjack, and was your primary crush for the entire summer. She works for Grunkle Stan."

"Who's Grunkle Stan?"

"This guy." She held up the picture of the old guy with the fez.

"And this is Pacifica Northwest, the supposed daughter of the founder of Gravity Falls. We were enemies, but became best friends."

The door opened. A guy with a fez, er, Grunkle Stan, walked in with, um, Soos.

"What's up dude? Are you ok?" Soos asked me. Mabel explained he's the handyman of the Mystery Shack.

"Soos, don't. He doesn't remember anyone. I mean, we just had to introduce ourselves too." Wendy said.

"Oh, sorry to hear that dude."

They went over basic people, like Grunkle Stan, Great Uncle Ford, Soos, Robbie, my attacker, and went into depth about Wendy and Pacifica. At 8, Stan and Soos left and Mabel promised she would come back with an overnight bag, and so did Wendy and Pacifica.

Sure enough, the three returned with little bags and sat in different areas of the room. Wendy and Pacifica decided Mabel should get the cushioned chair with a little pull out that converted it into a bed. We asked the nurses if they had air mattresses and got two to lay out on the floor for Pacifica and Wendy.

"Are you ok, Pacifica? You look... Annoyed..."

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just my parents were being assholes and kept persisting that I should forget about you and stay at home, blah blah. They don't understand..."

"Well, no offense, but your parents were never the type that would like you staying away from home anyway..." Mabel said.

Trying to loosen the tension, I asked, "What exactly happened to me? Like, what are my injuries?"

"You broke your elbow, wrist, ribs, ankle, and leg, have a stab wound in your shoulder, a slice across your stomach, and a nasty black eye. We hope you don't mind, but we picked your cast colors for you..." Wendy explained.

"It's ok. You guys saved my life, right? Anything reasonable is fine with me."

At 10, all of us snoozed away, except for Mabel, who agreed to "keep watch". Everyone like this idea and decided to have three, one-hour shifts, except I didn't get a shift because I needed to recover.

I woke up to find Mabel sitting beside my bed. I turned my head.

"Hey, Mabel."

"Hi, Dip. Are you feeling ok?"

"Y-yeah. The painkiller's kicking in so I can breathe and t-talk more easily."

"That's good to hear."

"Mabel, there's something I haven't told anyone yet… I have a memory. A memory of voice begging me to wake up; that she loves me and will stick to my side forever. When I woke up, it was because of that voice, pulling me out my my sleep. The voice belongs to Wendy. I don't remember why she would love me, but that memory says so. And it's so strong, I know it's real."

"That's a start. I know Pacifica likes you for sure, and it's possible Wendy does too. I'll see if I can find out to make you rest easier."

"Thanks, sis."

"Sure, bro bro."

My watch beeped on the table beside me. "I think your shift is over, Mabel. Get some rest."

"You too, Dipper." She got up and shook Wendy awake. Wendy opened her eyes and smiled at me before I drifted off to sleep.

"Dipper. Dipper. Dipper, wake up. They brought breakfast and told you to eat it before 7, when they come to check on you." Mabel called, gently shaking my shoulder.

I eyes fluttered open. Mabel, Wendy, and Pacifica stood around me, each holding a spoon.

"What are the spoons for?" I groggily asked, rubbing my eyes. I flinched from the pain of moving my arm.

"Because the doctor said it would be hard for you to eat. So he brought extra spoons." Pacifica explained.

"No, no. I can feed myself. See?" I lifted up a spoon and winced. "Plus, it's weird because I don't really remember you two so you're like strangers, but not."

"Sure, dude. Just let us help you. You need to rest and let yourself heal." Wendy said, taking the spoon from my hand.

I sighed. "Fine."

Mabel started with some cereal. She lifted the spoon into my mouth and I chewed.

The physical pain from my chest and emotional pain from being spoon-fed was overwhelming. The entire time, they were giggling and my cheeks burned redder every spoonful I was fed.

When everything was gone, Pacifica said, "See, that wasn't so bad, right Dipper?"

"You can say that…"