Author's Note: No one attack me for this being OOC.

I am shamefully aware that it is so.

But I'm still learning here.

Enjoy anyways.

Robbie's eyes shot open as he suddenly regained consciousness. The darkness and cold seemed to be a physical force, pushing him to the ground, and everything was an impossible shade of black.

The only thing that occupied Robbie's strained mind was the intense pain that controlled his entire body. The sensation was an indescribable trauma that made the teen open his mouth in a silent scream and run his fingers through the dirt he lay in.

Robbie clung to himself in a desperate attempt to rid his body of the invisible threat that was devouring his senses. The darkness was was consuming his mind as he began to pass out again.

The teen managed to choke out a feeble statement, before his eyelids smashed together in a grimace, relaxed, and the rest of his body went slack.

"Help me...Wendy..."

The colors of dawn crept into the clearing where Robbie lay, dousing everything in a spectrum of soft light. A ray spread across the boy's face, and he shifted to the side. He was aware of his surroundings yet still jumped when he found himself in the woods.

A strange quietness filled his ears, as if a certain sound was missing that should have been present.

"God, what the hell happened to me..." he thought, placing a hand over his face. An uncomfortable scratching feeling tingled on his neck. Robbie placed his hand on the area, only to feel a dried, crusty substance coating his shoulder. He pulled his hand away quickly, and looked down as far as possible.

The majority of his hoodie was soaked with a disgusting amount of blood. It continued to seep from his shoulder as he moved, yet only a numb sensation replaced any pain that should have been there. There were visible patches of where more of it had soaked in, and where it had dried.

A bullet of shock ran through Robbie, and he pushed himself backwards. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Where did all this come from?"

He realized that he had stopped breathing, most likely from surprise. Taking in a deep breath, the teen accessed his rarely-used rational side. "Okay, right. Last night...there was a man. And then he attacked me. That's what caused all this. I...need to get to the hospital. That means I have to get back to my van...!"

The thought of the van came to mind, and Robbie felt slightly panicked. "Oh shit, I left it running while I was gone!" He buried his face in his hands in frustration and cursed. "Robbie, you dumb fuck..."

Shaking off the feeling of dread, he managed to push himself to his feet and take a few shaky steps forward before falling backwards onto his butt. Robbie cursed again and gritted his teeth. After standing for a while to regain balance, the teen set of to find his van.

Even after a long period of time had passed between gaining the injury and the present, all of Robbie's movements caused it to leak quick spurts of blood. He was surprised at the amount that was being lost and amazed that it wasn't causing him any pain.

"I'll call someone when I get to the van, and they can call an ambulance..." Robbie muttered to himself as the road, and his vehicle, came into sight.

The van was not functioning at all, and the keys were still in the ignition. Robbie turned it, and involuntarily sighed in relief as it caught and the vehicle rumbled to life. He fell into the seat and turned on his phone.

Browsing through his contacts, Robbie considered his choices. "Lee, Nate, and Thompson normally don't answer their phones, so they're out. Wendy would definitely help..." His statement faded as he recalled the breakup that had occurred, and the feeling of despair came back once again. He was brought back to his present situation as the wound on his shoulder spurted blood onto his dashboard.

"Okay, maybe not her. That leaves Tambry. She's always on her phone anyways, she'll be available."

He quickly dialed her number and brought the phone to his ear.

The phone rang twice before she answered. "Hello?"

Robbie smiled slightly. "Tambry! Tambry, listen: I'm hurt really bad, and I need you to help me. You need to call-"

He was interrupted as he heard his friend groan in exasperation.

He paused. "Tambry, I'm serious here. I need you to-"

"Look, Robbie, I already heard about your screwup with Wendy."

Shit.

Tambry's tone darkened as she continued. "Like, I understand breakups hurt really bad, but you are acting like such a dick, and I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Yeah, but you don't understand-" Robbie protested.

"I understand perfectly. But, like, you're such an asshole sometimes. The whole crew knows what you did, and we're all really sick of your bullshit lately."

Robbie glared and bit his lip. "That's not important, I-"

"And no, I'm not calling Wendy for you. Bye."

The sound of a phone clicked shut sounded, and the call disconnected. Robbie brought the phone away from his ear slowly. The hope he had felt receded quickly, yet determination replaced it.

"Okay, new plan. Looks like I'm driving myself."

Driving down the hill had proved very stressful. Robbie was very aware that he had already hit one person, and intended not to do it again. The road had softened to a more even surface and driving was easier. Robbie's concentration dwindled from the task before him, and to earlier events.

Bitter thoughts clawed at his mind. "I always knew Tambry was a bitch, and I bet Wendy has been talking about me to everyone. And now the Dipshit is going to hear about everyone and take my girl from me...or, ex-girl..."

"And what the actual fuck is going on with this bite? Nothing hurts, and it stopped bleeding. I'm not even feeling dizzy." The bitter teen reached up to scratch at the dried blood. "I don't even feel bad."

The mountain road ended, and Robbie turned in the direction of the central part of Gravity Falls. It was necessary to go through the town to travel to the hospital in the next town over. An ambulance was no longer needed, as Robbie was oddly capable of driving himself. The strange quietness from earlier remained, making the drive increasingly uncomfortable.

Though as he kept driving, he began to feel progressively sick. More so, until the pain he felt in his stomach prevented him from driving. He coughed once and expected to be sick, yet only felt worse.

He realized he was close to his house, and made a quick decision. "I'll call an ambulance when I get home, I can't drive..."

When he finally pulled into the driveway, he leaped out of the van and over the front steps. Upon entering the house, he could see a note on the kitchen table. Before Robbie could read it, an enormous jolt of pain quickly lead him to the hallway bathroom.

He hugged his stomach, and laid his sweaty forehead on the cold toilet rim. Mostly, he felt shocked: he was rarely sick, and barely threw up. "A bite couldn't cause this, unless it transmitted a disease, right? That guy must have had rabies-"

As soon as he thought that,a massive kick of pain sent Robbie retching and puking over the rim. The experience only lasted a minute or two, but felt like hours.

The sick teen took in a ragged breath and laid his head back down in exhaustion. A dull ache still remained, but was preferred over the crippling pain from earlier. "What is happening to me..." he thought, and weakly placed his hand on his neck. "My heart must be beating so fast-"

A dangerous feeling of panic washed over Robbie. The creepy quietness that had been present made sense.

"My heart...it isn't beating!"