HAT: I decided to add this chapter anyway, it's not like you go back and read it before reading the new chapter. And yes, this will be going off the correct names and I'm having the twins call 'Ford their grunkle like they should... Or I will since they don't talk to him in this chapter. If you guys see any mistakes after everything's edited in past chapters like I didn't switch a Stanley/ford or the twins call 'Ford their grandpa, let me know. It's still gonna be a pain to edit, but I'm not gonna make you wait over something I failed to do earlier.
Disclaimer: I own nothing aside from the plot and OCs.
It took a while to calm Mabel down but luckily everything worked out in the end and she could walk around without any trouble. Unfortunately he was only going on three hours of sleep, he was too anxious to eat, and he had been trying to distract himself from his problems all day which is all taking its toll on him. He doesn't know how he's still functioning after six hours straight of pure working.
"And this is the rock that looks like a face rock!" He says, gesturing elaborately to the inanimate object with his cane. "The rock that looks like a face."
"Is it-"
"It's a rock that looks like a face!" He snaps before the question is asked and leans against his cane for support when his head swims. "Moving on."
He normally would walk with his cane held by the middle and just use it to gesture to the attractions and just for show- unless someone wants to attack him, then it's a sturdy weapon- but today he's been using it like it's supposed to be used and he's been putting more and more weight onto it as the day's gone on. He sincerely hopes that no one's noticed as he walks back into the Shack.
Next Stanley decides on what he likes to call the world's most distracting object, but as soon as it starts spinning and distracting people he begins to get dizzy. He tries to get closer to the wall, but this attempt s made in vain because he ends up falling onto the ground and blacking out.
The only one out of Stan's workers and family in the gift shop was Wendy and she was the only one that didn't look at the distracting object. Everyone else was still captivated by the distracting object that lay beside the unconscious man but Wendy was distracted by her magazine so when she heard the thud she could easily pull away and see what was wrong.
"Mr. Pines!" She shouts and rushes over and kneels beside him while she tries to think of what she learned in First Aid. "Breathing... he's breathing."
She checks his temperature and can feel that he's a burning up so he unbuttons his jacket and then his shirt- thankfully he's wearing his muscle shirt underneath that- and then takes off his shoes and socks and then the fez that miraculously stayed on to fine his hair in a damp mess. She grabs a nearby pamphlet from a tourist and begins to fan him furiously and then calls 9-1-1 and tells them to come to the Mystery Shack immediately before she even thinks about the others in the house.
"Help!" Wendy shouts while struggling to get his jacket and shirt off with one hand. "Help! There's something wrong with Mr. Pines!"
By the time someone runs in she has one arm free and she's on the process of getting the next one free.
"What happened?!" Stanford demands as he rushes forward.
"I dunno, he was doing his thing and then he collapsed. I think he has heat exhaustion," she explains and keeps fanning him. "I already called 9-1-1. What do we do?"
"Tell Soos to keep the kids in their room and Wendy, go get some water and a spray bottle full of water and bring them here."
"Right," she stutters and runs off.
Stanford turns his attention to his brother and gets the man's jacket and shirt off and then looks back at the tourists with a fierce glare. "How did none of you realize he was... aaand, they're hypnotized. Figures this is when you'd collapse."
Wendy comes back with the items. "I got them and I found a church fan."
"Good, spray his skin and fan him, keep doing that so he cools off," Stanford orders before he pulls his brother's head into his lap. He gently shakes the larger man and murmurs, "Wake up, Stanley... Stan, you piece of shit, don't you dare die over not taking care of yourself."
Stanley lets out a quiet groan and moves his head, but otherwise gives no sign of waking up any time soon.
"I think I hear the ambulance," Wendy says and stands to peek out the window. "Yes! that's them."
"Go get them in here," Stanford says and once she leaves he takes up the duty of fanning his brother. "Damn you, Stan, why do you have to do this to yourself?"
The paramedics come in with a stretcher and carefully move Stanley and take him to the ambulance. Stanford stands up and takes the clothes and runs to the living room and throws the clothes in there and grabs the car keys.
"Dude, what's going on?" Soos asks and Stanford suddenly becomes aware of the children standing behind the employee with worried looks.
"I need you to watch the kids until I get back- I'll call from the hospital when I have more information."
"But we wanna know what happened!" Dipper bursts.
Stanford sighs. "I'm sorry, but I think it's best you two wait until things are more clear."
He runs out and realizes the tourists are still standing there, hypnotized. With a growl he takes the object causing their obliviousness and chunks it across the room. "The Mystery Shack is closed! Please, go to your cars and leave."
He follows them out and gets into his brother's car and begins the drive to the hospital, following the sirens. He's suddenly very glad Stanley forced him to relearn how to drive a car. When he pull into the hospital parking lot he sees the gurney being brought out and Stanley being put on it. He pulls into the first parking spot he sees and runs into the hospital.
"I'm sorry sir-"
"My- my brother's in here," he pants. "Stan Pines."
"And your name?"
"Sherman Pines," he lies quickly.
The woman at the front desk gestures for him to sit. "I'll call you when you're able to visit him."
He nods and goes to a chair and sits down twiddling his thumbs. He doesn't like sitting there surrounded by strangers, but if he has to endure it to see that his brother is fine, he'll do it...
HAT: Let's face it, meting mentally and emotionally damaged do have a physical affect.
Preston: No one in my family has that problem.
HAT: *glares* Because your family is filled with pricks. At least your daughter has potential to be a good person- unlike you.
Preston: I can buy and sell you, child!
HAT: And you can go to jail for doing that and I don't think you'll do well in there.
Preston: *narrows eyes*
HAT: Go on and say it.
Preston: Review, everyone or I will-
HAT: You have not power here so don't threaten my readers.
Preston: *stomps and walks away*
HAT: *rolls eyes* Aaaand now he's having a temper tantrum. *walks outs*