The first thing Stanford saw when he woke up was white. Was this death? Or had this all been a dream?
"Stanford?"
He knew that voice well. It belonged to Stanley. What was Stanley doing here?
"He's awake!"
Then the realization hit Stanford. He was awake! All of his senses returned to him in a flash and he looked around. He recognized his surroundings as a hospital. There was a strange pain in his hands.
"Can you hear me, Stanford?" Stanley asked. Ford nodded a little.
Stanley was sitting right next to him, and the children were next to Stanley. Dipper was clutching a piece of paper that was lightly stained with red…the note that Stanford had left to tell them about his
"Suicide…" Stanley whispered. "Why? Did I do something wrong?"
Stanford quickly shook his head.
"I…did…" He was struggling to speak and his voice was raspy. "I didn't…want you…to see…this…"
"Ford, please…stay with us. I just got you back. I need you." Stanley started crying.
"You…don't…"
"I do! You matter more to me than the world, Ford!"
This was why Stanford didn't want anyone in the house. His continued existence was burdening them with the sadness of nearly losing him and the fear of his death. As Stanford extended his hand out to Stanley, he noticed the stitches on his wrists.
Damn.