Hello! The long awaited Chapter 11 is out!
This chapter starts as soon as Gideon explodes the shack! This chapter is in the POV of Dipper Pines! Enjoy!
Dipper Pines POV
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"I'm just glad Gideon didn't get into the safe. I really love this old shack." Mabel said, admiring the worn down shack we call home.
"Group hug! No? I never know the right time!" Soos said, disappointed.
I looked around.
Where's Y/n?-
"Hey do you guys feel a.." I started, but was cut off by an explosion coming from behind us.
*BOOM*
We all got flung a good feet or two, as we all fell to the ground.
I heard a haunting scream as I flung my eyes to the cause of it.
There, in a corner pushed against the wall, was my limp little sister Y/n.
I was about to run up to her, when I heard something coming from the cause of the explosion.
We all looked up to where the explosion came from, only to reveal that horrible tiny man, Gideon Gleeful.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Pines family, did I wake you?" he asked in a fake, sympathetic tone.
Before I could reply, I heard another scream.
All our eyes flung to the sound, only to reveal a large chunk of the roof and wall plummeting towards my baby sister's tiny, limp body.
I screamed as I lunged towards her, but to no avail.
By the time I had reached her side, she had already been crushed.
A small pool of blood stained the carpet.
Mabel, Soos, Stan, and to my surprise, Gideon, all rushed over to my side as we stared down at the rock crushing her body.
I snapped back to reality as I screamed, hot tears erupting from my eyes as I attempted to drag the rubble off of her unconscious body.
This can't be happening! This can't be happening! She can't be dead! I have to save her! She can't die!
I felt Gideon's hand on my shoulder as I kneeled down to the rubble.
I aggressively shrugged it off as I continued to scream and cry, Mabel joining me.
Stan just sat there, quiet tears rolling down his cheeks as he sat there processing what had happened.
Gideon just stood there, shocked and worried.
"Daddy! Now's not the time! Call an ambulance- quick!" I heard him shout into a walkie talkie.
Grunkle Stan, who had now realized exactly what happened, was now aggressively attempting to lift the rubble alongside Mabel and I.
As we managed to lift the rubble off my baby sister, Mabel almost fainted.
I gasped as my screams erupted louder than before as hot tears stung my cheeks, making my eyes sting in pain.
Lying in front of me was my sister, only six years of age. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and a beautiful and bright smile.
Now, she was laying before me, eyes shut, tears glued to her face, and a large gash to the head. Blood spilled everywhere, and her frail bones were broken.
My heart crushed. It felt as though the weight of the world was falling onto me. Her emotionless face made the world shatter like broken glass.
I heard sirens as I watched by sister be taken away by medics.
Mabel, Grunkle Stan, and I rode in the ambulance.
Since Soos wasn't family, he couldn't come.
I was sitting there, numb.
This was all my fault. If I had kept her safe, and rushed to her as soon as I heard her scream the first time this wouldn't have happened.
As we waited in the hospital waiting room, Gideon and his father approached us.
"What do you want? You already stole the shack, and probably my sister's life. What more could you want?" I snapped at him.
I looked at him with a look of hatred. If I didn't already hate this child, then now was the perfect time to start.
"I-i.." he chocked out.
"I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted any of you to get hurt.." he mumbled out.
Was this an apology? How can he EVER expect to apologize for almost taking my sister's life!
"Well too bad, because my sister could be dead right now. Do you even know how old she is? She is 6. And because of you, she may never live to her 7th birthday. How can you even apologize for this?!" I snarled at him.
I don't care if he feels bad. Feeling bad for my sister doesn't mean that she will live.
"Bud, you and your child have gone too far this time. I'll see you two in court for what you have done." Grunkle Stan said, a face full of hate.
"But- Stanford." Bud tried to say but was cut off.
"But nothing! Your child nearly killed my great-niece!" he barked.
"Stan-" he started.
"Leave. You and your child can leave. Nobody wants you here right now." Grunkle Stan said, coldly pointing to the door.
I watched as the Gleefuls left the building through the large, glass doors.
I went back to sobbing as Mabel pulled me into half a hug.
She went back to sobbing too, and I could tell that Grunkle Stan was holding back his tears.
After a 2 days, we were finally allowed into her room.
As we sat in the room, a doctor came into talk to us before we would go to see my sister.
"I regret to inform you all, that we are doubtful that she will make it. The wound to her head made her lose lots of blood, and we had to do immediate stitching. If she does survive, she will have permanent brain damage. She also had an internal problem with her lungs and heart when her body was crushed. If she survives, she will most likely develop breathing and heart problems. Not to mention her several broken bones. Right now she seems to be in a coma, and we don't expect a recovery for a while. If you are sure that you are ready to see her, then please follow me. Only one person is allowed in her room at a time." the doctor said to our paralyzed faces.
Broken bones? Stitching? Permanent brain damage? Heart and breathing problems? Coma? This CAN'T be happening!
"I'd like to go first.." Mabel mumbled as I turned to look at my now crying sister.
She stood up and left with the doctor.
All I could think about is how much I had ruined my little sisters life.
About half an hour later, Grunkle Stan went in to see her. Then, it was my turn.
I stood up and walked down the white hallway alongside the doctor.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as we turned and entered a small room.
A bed placed in the middle, and some chairs surrounded it.
I looked over to the bed to see a tiny body resting inside of it. The little body had tubes connected to her arms, and weird machines next to her. A mask fed her oxygen through little tubes and her body was laced in bandages.
I sat down in a chair next to her, and held her hand.
I looked to her usual joyful expression, but all I found were gently closed eyes and a sad expression.
I cried soft tears as I closed my eyes.
I gripped her hand, praying that she will get better.
Her hand was cold and limp.
"I love you, you know that? So please, please don't die on me.." I whispered.
I looked into my backpack that I had brought inside, and pulled out (F/stuffed animal).
"I brought you your favorite stuffed animal.." I mumbled.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep.* *Beep..* *Beep...* *Beep....* *Beep.....*
*Ding.........*
I gasped as my eyes ran to the heart rate monitor. My vison blurred with hot tears as a red line crossed the screen.
I gripped my sisters hand tight.
My breathing quickened as whatever warmth she still had in her hand faded.
She looked so pale, so distressed, and as the last of the warmth left her body her hand became heavy.
I clasped both of my hands around her right hand as I screamed in pain.
NO! NO! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T DO THIS!
Millions of hot tears trickled down my face, landing droplets onto her heavy hand.
"I'll do anything...just please.. don't die..." I choked out through my heavy breathing and sobs.
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"I think that I can help, Pine Tree."