Everyone talked for what seemed like hours, hugging and cracking jokes, offering condolences and telling the twins how happy they were to see them alright. The twins weren't getting discharged from the hospital for another two weeks, but just knowing they were in stable condition was a huge relief. Before long, everyone had to go home. Wendy had to comfort Soos as he cried like a baby, and Grunkle Stan threatened to fight the hospital staff ordering him out until Mabel intervened. After that, it was just a peaceful, quiet night in the hospital room. Dipper and Mabel were in adjacent beds in the same room, just like back at the Mystery Shack.
"I can't believe we're still alive." Dipper sighed.
"Come on, Dippin' Sauce! We've been in worse scrapes than that." Mabel replied, waving her hands in the air in a mock 'fist-a-cuffs' motion. "Now, granted, none of them were anywhere near as gross, but it's not like we haven't almost died before!"
"Yeah, I guess." Dipper groaned. "By the way, what did the doctors say about my... y'know?"
"Your butt hole or your thingie?" Mabel replied. "Because they said both would make a full recovery. You'll be in a cast for a while, using a colostomy bag, but in like two weeks you'll be good as new!"
"That's good." Dipper said. "Hey, uh, if it's alright with you, can we never, ever talk about this or anything that happened today ever again, for the remainder of our lives?"
"That's a great idea!" Mabel happily uttered. "Neither of us did anything weird or disgusting, nothing bad ever happened in that bathroom, and nobody made any horrible, traumatizing choices that will haunt them for years!" Mabel's eye twitched slightly as she forced a big, toothy grin. Dipper couldn't help but laugh.
"I can tell you one thing, Mabes. I'm never going in another Taco Bell for as long as I live." Dipper stated.
"From now on, I'm thinkin' Arby's."