Mable rushed to her brother, tears cascading down her rosy cheeks. She held Dipper in her arms, blood smearing on her sweater.
"Dipper, Why? Why would you do this?!" Mable yelled, her voice echoing tough out the dense forest.
Dipper opened his eyes slightly, glancing at his twin. He couldn't help but smile.
"I, I did...it for...you." Dipper managed to say, coughing up more blood.
"Why? Why would you need to stab yourself, just for my sake? WHY?!" Mable shouted.
"If...I didn't...Bill...would have...killed you...by..."Dipper couldn't finish his sentence, passed out from loss of blood.
Mable, now shocked and panicked, picked up Dippers limp body and rushed to the mystery shack, calling out for her Grunkle. Hearing his great niece's call, Stan rushed outside, to see a panicked Mable and bloodied Dipper. Stan rushed over to Mable, taking Dipper from her arms.
"Get in the car, now." Stan ordered, placing Dipper back in Mable's arms and rushing back inside to grab his keys.
Stan started the car, diving in the direction of the hospital. Mable sat in the back seat, still holding Dipper. By now, Dipper's breathing was slow and infrequent, almost non-existent. Mable could swear Dipper stop breathing once or twice. Once at the hospital, they asked for anyone's assistance, catching the attention of many doctors. Once Dipper was given to a doctor, Stan and Mable both waited, waiting for some response of some kind, good or bad. Some time passed by, before they were greeted by one of the nurses. She directed them to the room Dipper was in and let them be. Mable looked at him horrified. All bandaged up like a mummy and hooked up to who knows how many machines. One of the doctors talked to Stan out in the hallway, while Mable stayed in the room, looking at Dipper.
"Why bro-bro. Why did you have to do this?" Mable said, more tears flooding out of her eyes.
"Mable, can I talk to you for a moment?" Stan said.
"Yea?" Mable said, sniffing a little.
"I just spoke to the doctor, and they said Dipper, is in a coma. A very bad one, and most likely won't wake up." Stan said, his eyes filling with tears.
Mable couldn't hold back her tears though, and started sobbing on Stan's shoulder. They stood there for a while, before looking back at Dipper.
-Now-
Mable started to rub the sleep from her eyes, still holding onto Dippers hand. She still had a few hours on visiting hours, and she planned to stay by her brother though all of it.
"Mable. I need to tell you something." Stan called.
Mable got up silently, bearing for the worst.
"The doctor said, that, how do I say this?" Stan started.
"What?"
"They, want to pull the plugs on Dipper. They say he will most likely won't wake up, and the machinery aren't helping him. They want to turn off the machines. I'm sorry Mable." Stan said, tears coming out of his eyes.
Mable couldn't bare what she was hearing, and fell to her knees. She couldn't, wouldn't let them pull the plugs on Dipper. He would wake up, she knew it.
"They said you could decide what you wanted to do, but if he doesn't wake up in the next three days, he would be gone." Stan said.
Mable rushed to Dippers side. She gripped his hand, pleading for him to wake up.
"Please Dipper, don't leave me." Mable said, choking on her words.