Chapter 27
Mabel tapped her fingers anxiously on the bedside table. She was really angry at Dipper for forcing her to take all of her medicine, and really worried about her surgery later that day, while also furious at Grunkle Stan for making her have a surgery, and at the same time sick and felt like she had to barf, which gave Dipper another reason to force her to more medicine. But of all things, she was absolutely starving. She hadn't eaten in four days, and wouldn't be allowed to eat until after the surgery. Dipper noticed her about to retch and quickly but forcefully handed her two ridiculously large horse pills and a glass of water as she groaned.
...
Mabel's surgery was in progress, and Dipper was almost as nervous as she had been. The nurse had explained exactly what was going to happen in detail so graphic, he almost puked himself. But he was grateful in a way that Grunkle Stan had agreed to let her have it, considering the cheap phony Dipper had always thought he'd been. He was also in the waiting room, waiting as tensely as Dipper. But before he knew it, Dipper was lost in thought about a few hours ago as the PAs rolled Mabel into the operating room...
Shrill screams could be heard throughout the hospital as Mabel flailing her arms and legs, trying to escape being rolled into the operating room.
"No! Dipper, no! Don't let them do this to me... just stop- just s-stop!" she wailed. The PAs tried to calm her as they rolled her in, but it was no use.
"Mabel- it's okay! You'll be fine... I'll see you after the operation... It'll be okay!" Dipper yelled the last words as the door slammed shut.
Dipper picked up a magazine and skimmed through the pages, too nervous to read. After another hour of this, the door swung open and a nurse walked in, holding a clipboard.
"Family of Mabel Pines?" she asked. Grunkle Stan awkwardly raised his hand. "Your..." she looked him up and down, "Daughter... is ready to see you in the post-operating room." Grunkle Stan coughed.
"Great-niece," he said rustily. Dipper followed his great-uncle and the nurse into a bright, colorful room with flowers and canarys in a birdcage. His sister was still asleep in a bed, and the nurse explained to take it easy on her when she woke up because of the anesthesia. Almost as if on cue, Mabel awoke groggily and the nurse propped her head on the pillow.
"Make sure she stays like this," she explained as she left the room.
"My heaadd huts," Mabel said dizzily. Dipper laughed.
"How was it, Mabel?" he asked.
"Whhuu..."
"How was it?" Dipper asked again, trying to stop laughing. Mabel blinked.
"I duuunnn..."
"You don't know?"
"Theyyy sticked mives innn my headd..."
"You mean stuck? And knives?"
"Nnnno..." Stan watched as his great-nephew laughed his butt off and he shifted his position in discomfort. How was he supposed to talk to the kid? She looked drunk on top of drunk and couldn't even say a real word. Maybe this surgery wasn't such a good idea...
"Hey, Grunkle Stan! Why don't you say hey to Mabel?" Dipper called, cracking up. Stan broke out into a sweat. He couldn't look weak, though, so he felt his feet make his way to the dazed girl on the bed.
"Uh... hey," he said shortly.
"Isss dogsss rlll..." Mabel said stupidly.
"Uh..." Stan heard Dipper stifle his laughter from behind. Stan scratched his head wearily. This was going to be a long day.