The majority of this fic will be in the hospital, so keep that in mind.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravity Falls.

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Chapter 4- Progress

Dipper's POV

The girls decided they would create a schedule on who would stay overnight at the hospital with me, and who would go to work and all that fun stuff. Mabel would stay on Mondays and Thursdays, Wendy would stay on Tuesdays and Fridays, and Pacifica would stay on Wednesdays and Saturdays. On Sundays, they would alternate weeks. Everyone would spend all day here on Sundays. They would stop by at 7pm everyday, and whoever's day it was would stay the night. Each of them had their own little box full of clothes and a spare toothbrush and toothpaste.

A nurse with bright blue eye and pink hair came in with a couple rolls of bandages. "Excuse me, but Mr. Pines needs his bandages changed and his ribs to be rewrapped. Please wait outside."

The girls did as they were told and the nurse helped me sit up and turned around while I took off my gown. Because I didn't have anything underneath, she tossed me a pair of boxers (which I was very grateful for). She took off the current wrappings on my ribs and revealed my red, bruised, and swollen chest. She slowly wrapped the elastic bandage around my chest, causing pangs to spread through my body. She slowly and gently unwrapped my stomach, which is not a pleasant feeling. The old bandages were stained with dark blotches of blood. I looked down at my wound to see rows of stitches binding the gruesome sight. It was not for the faint of heart. The nurse took a clean cloth and wiped away any blood surrounding the wound. She very very very slowly rewrapped the bandages. She repeated the process for my shoulder. I was too lazy to put the gown back on top, so I just sat under a blanket in nothing but bandages and underwear.

I leaned against the pillow just to prevent back strain, and the nurse slowly unwrapped the dressings on my head. She took a cotton ball dipped in sterile solution and cleaned any blood that seeped from the gash before wrapping clean bandages around my head again.

"Ok, Mr. Pines, you are all set for today. I will come and check on your vitals and to administer your medicines at 4 o'clock."

"Please, call me Dipper. And um, what is your name?"

"You can call me Joy. Nurse Joy works as well."

"Thanks, Nurse Joy!"

"You are welcome, Dipper."

She invited the girls back in, and their reactions to me shirtless were priceless.

"Um, Dipper, aren't you supposed to be wearing something other than just your boxers? You look weird with casts and just a pair of underwear. Cover up, bro bro!"

"Mabel, I've got a blanket here for a reason! Besides it's too hot for a gown, it's girly, and I'm just too lazy to put it on."

"Nice, Dip! I like your reasoning there!" Wendy lightly first bumped me.

Pacifica gasped. "Dipper! Since when have you had a six pack?! Why didn't I see this magnificent body earlier!?"

"Um, since like 10th grade? Like I said, it's too hot and I'm too lazy."

"Oh, yes, very hot." I heard her whisper.

"Ok… Pacifica, stop staring at my abs. It's weird."

"Whoops! Sorry!" she blushed.

"Enough chatting and staring at abs! We have some memory restoring to do!" Mabel sat at the foot of my bed and pulled out some flashcards. Wendy and Pacifica sat on the edges beside me.

"I made these at home yesterday using photos I collected from everyone. We'll do 5 a day for the basic foundations of the memories and then go into details."

Mabel flipped the first one over.

Flip

"This is a journal. There are 3 of them, and Great Uncle Ford wrote them 36 years ago. You found one…"

"In a compartment in the ground? Then… I studied the journal. A-and someone else had number 2, while… Grunkle Stan had one… Right?"

"YES! Dipper you are starting to remember!"

"This is who had the second journal."

A picture of a white haired boy in a blue suit faced me. A name started to form in my brain.

"Gid… Gideon Gleeful. A little jerk, right?"

"Correct again."

She continued to flip the cards.

Flip

"Grunkle Stan took us fishing and…"

"I tried to take a pic of the Gorbble… Gooble…" I snapped my fingers. "Gobblewonker!"

Flip

"Toby Determined was a suspect of…"

"Who's Toby Determined?"

"Oh right. He's a failed newsreporter."

"Oh, ok… hmmm… Toby Determined… suspect…"

"AHA! Murdering your wax version of Stan! But it turns out it was the wax figures. And they were alive! And they um, they um… Wanted revenge!"

"Yes!"

Flip

"This is…"

"The Tent O' Telepathy…"

"Dipper! I think your memories are coming back!"

"Well, they're all still fuzzy, but yeah. I just need to be reminded of them, I think."

Flip

"How about this one? Last one of the day." Wendy asked.

"This is the Dusk2Dawn…" she paused. It wasn't ringing a bell.

"...where you lied and said you were 13 to the crew, and everyone was kind of cursed by some ghosts who despised teens. You ended up…" she began to explain.

"Doing the Lamby Lamby Dance to save them? Is that right? That's what came to mind."

"That's right, Dip! Alright! Another one down!"

"At this rate, you'll be normal again!" Pacifica got so excited, she launched herself towards me in attempt for a hug. She got one, but it hurt like hell for me.

"AGGHH PACIFICA!"

"Oh my gosh, Dipper, I'm sorry! I forgot!"

"I-it's ok!"

I grabbed a painkiller from the table and downed it.

"Ugghh… I don't know how much longer I can take staying here. It's kinda boring…"

"Well, Dipper, you gotta stay for another 2 weeks until your ribs heal and so the doc can keep an eye on you and your memories." Pacifica said, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Hey, I know what'll make it less boring!" Wendy pulled out a sharpie. "Let's doodle and sign your casts!"

Mabel whipped out her box of sharpies "Yay! Doodling!"

Pacifica grabbed one from the box and went to the purple cast. In big letters, she wrote, "This cast has the approval of Pacifica Northwest". She doodled a little llama next to her name.

Wendy wrote, "I get to sign this cast BECAUSE I'M A FLIPPIN CORDUROY!" and signed her name with a little drawing of an axe.

Mabel was busy doodling her shooting star and a bunch of other things like a little cartoon Waddles underneath her message, which read, "My bro bro is a dork!". Her name was block letters in all caps.

"It's perfect!" She shouted. My casts were now slightly covered in doodles and large signatures. Wendy and Pacifica were nice enough to leave space for other people to sign too. Mabel on the other hand, covered the entire cast.

"Hey, I've got an idea for the blue one. How about each of you draws something that you think represents me or represents a special moment between us or something like that. Then initial it. Maybe, they'll remind me of something."

"Alright! Let's do it!" Wendy shouted.

Mabel started, and drew a big pine tree on the top of the cast. "From all of us."

She drew my journal and initialed it. Wendy drew a zipper and a key, and Pacifica drew a bow tie.

"There! You are all decked out now, bro!"

"Like the style dude." Wendy winked.

"Well, I don't get any of the references you guys made, but ok!"

"Dipper, I have your pills." Nurse Joy walked in with a cup of pills and a glass of water.

Mabel stuck them in my mouth. I swallowed them and said, "Thank you, Nurse Joy."

She left and Pacifica asked, "What kind of pills do you need? I mean, it's not like you have an infection or something."

"Well, it's a mix of painkillers, and some other kind to prevent infections in my gash and fractures."

"It still hurts to breathe?" Mabel asked.

"Yup. You can't really put a cast on broken ribs, so you just have to either wrap them up for support or leave them alone. Since I broke four of them, they wrapped them up and give me painkillers every once in awhile so I can inhale deeply and prevent a lung infection, such as pneumonia."

"Ok, Dip, don't nerd out on us," Wendy jokingly said.

The girls went to the cafeteria and got some dinner before the nurses delivered mine to my room.

"Open up, Dipper. What do you want first; potatoes, asparagus, or chicken?" Wendy asked.

"You know, I can use my arms now, right? I mean my casts are open-fingered for a reason, you know?" I said resisting the temptation to let them feed me.

"But isn't that tiring? Just let us feed you!" Pacifica responded.

"Hehe, widdle Dipper doesn't want his best friends feeding him because they are girls." Mabel made a little pouty face and my eyes narrowed to slits.

"Really, Mabel?"

"Oh c'mon Dip. Just let us help you. Besides, it's my fault you're in this position. If I hadn't kept pushing Robbie off of me with the excuse I was going to hang with you, he wouldn't have gotten jealous and attacked you. The least you can do is let me help you." She started tearing up at the middle but hid it very well.

The girls slowly fed me my meal, and much to my disliking they would make me feel like a baby being forcefed. Again.

"Thanks guys. Except don't treat me like a baby. Please. Just don't make this worse than it already is."

"Ok, Dipper." Mabel said jokingly, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"Anything for you, Dipper Pines." Pacifica said.

"Anything."