This chapter is short. Bewarb.
After a couple of days, I had tripled my profits. Six thousand wasn't nearly enough, but it was a start.
I sat beside Stan in the waiting room of the doctor's office. There was still tension between us, though.
"Dipper Pines," a voice called. We left our seats and went inside. They took my vitals and led me to a room. The nurse was a tall twenty-something year old woman and had blonde hair with blue streaks.
"You're very brave," she said, looking over her chart. "I couldn't handle being put under anesthesia and having a needle in my back. You really love your sister, huh?"
"Of course," I smiled. I sat on the table and kicked my feet anxiously. "So...does everything look alright?"
"Yes. You're healthy as a horse. We're just going to need a blood sample. Also, you're going to have to pee in a cup."
"Well, alright," I said. Stan laughed and pointed at me teasingly.
I hated seeing my own blood. It used to make me pass out when I was little. But now, I had to do it. Mabel was in the hospital, waiting for me to come back with good news. And damn it, I was going to give it to her!
She cleaned my arm and placed a needle inside. My blood rushed into a little tube, and I was sure I was going to puke. It was the hardest thing I had done in awhile.
"See that wasn't so bad," she said after filling about three vials. "You're dehydrated, though. Drink plenty of water."
"Alright," I groaned. She put a band-aid over my arm and left the room. I continued to kick my legs, but now I was more happy than anything. Finally, Mabel was going to get better.
It would all be worth it. All the crying. All the rushing to restock shelves.
Things were going to be back to normal. I could see it now.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Stan asked.
"Well...of course I'm sure. I've never been so sure of anything in my life," I said, looking at the floor. "If it means Mabel will be okay again, I'll do anything. They can take all of my bone marrow, and my left leg. As long as she'll be okay."
We waited a half hour before seeing the doctor. At this point, I was beginning to dislike doctors.
He had balding gray hair and a mole on his cheek. He had a stethoscope around his neck.
He hesitated.
"We have some good news, and some bad news."
"What?" I blinked a few times. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"The good news is, I've never seen such healthy blood. You're lucky."
As flattered as I was, I couldn't help but become annoyed.
"And...the bad news?"
He huffed.
"You can't donate your bone marrow to her."
"What?" I exclaimed. "Why? I'm healthy enough!"
"Upon looking at your sister's files, we've come to the conclusion that your blood types don't match."
"What do you mean? We're twins, for Christ's sake! How is that possible?"
"It's very possible. You two are fraternal twins, and we see this a lot. I'm very sorry."
"Well, what about me?" Stan asked. "I'll do it then."
"Stanford...Stanford Pines...," he said typing a few things on his computer nearby. "Nope, you're not a match either according to our database."
"How?" I put my face in my hands. I had tried so hard. I earned six-thousand dollars, and then some. I wasn't sure what to do, or who to turn to. It was so painful to think about. I had failed her. Although it was through no fault of my own, I felt as if I could have done something.
I had expressed quite a few times how much better she'd feel once we'd gone through with everything. I didn't want to let her down. If only we had detected this sooner, she would be more likely to live.
I hope she'd forgive me for being so blind.
"Are you going to be alright?" Stan asked me as the doctor left the room.
Of course not. There was no way in hell I could do this any longer.
I was far from being alright. Just hold it in and don't think about it, Dipper...
"Yeah, of course. I...I just need to try something else. I could just save up more money, and she can get chemo," I said, pretending I still had faith left. We left the doctors and headed back into the car.
What was I going to do?
What was I going to tell Mabel?