Unable to handle the darkness that clouded her mind for a second longer, she popped all the pills in her mouth. She hesitated for a moment before swallowing. It was done.

"MABEL!"

Mabel whipped around to see Stan run up to her. Stan stared at the empty pill bottles in her hand and panicked. "Mabel…what did you do? What did you do?" even though he was terrified he tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. He knew the only way to save Mabel would be to have her tell him what happened, so that he could get her help.

Mabel put her hand over her mouth. It was like Stan broke her out of a trance she was in. What had she done? She was going to die.

She was going to die.

"Gr…Grunkle Stan…"

"Mabel…"

"Grunkle Stan…help me…"

Stan stared at her with his mouth agape unsure what to do.

"Grunkle Stan…Daddy…" Mabel tried to run into his arms but ended up stumbling. Stan caught her and brought her into a hug. She was already feeling sleepy. She was slipping away. "Daddy, help me, please. I don't wanna die."

"I'm gonna get you help Mabel, but you've gotta stay calm and answer my questions and do exactly what I say, how many of those pills did you take?"

Mabel dug her nails into Stan's jacket, clinging to him like she was clinging to life itself. "I finished the bottle! I just wanted the hurt to stop! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Daddy! Just don't let me die, please!"

"Baby…" The words were nothing more than a feeble choke as he tried to keep himself composed as much as possible.

He kept one arm around Mabel at all times, pressing her close to his body in an attempt to keep her warm as he dialed 9-1-1

Before the operator could even speak Stan's voice broke through, he struggled to communicate the urgency of the situation, while also maintaining a tone that wouldn't frighten his shaking daughter.

"Cemetery….Pines Family plot….Overdose…Sleeping pills….thirteen year old girl…..help….hurry," Stan explained as calmly but urgently as possible.

"Dispatching now sir, is she conscious?"

"So…so cold," Mabel whispered. The color was leaving her face and her lips were turning blue, her eyes were beginning to roll back in her head.

"Shh…baby help is on the way, just stay with us," Stan soothed as he wrapped his jacket around her and held her close, fighting the raging winds and snow flurries in an attempt to keep her warm.

"Sir?" the operator asked again.

"Yes, but please, you gotta hurry, please you've gotta help her!" Stan pleaded desperately.

"Try to keep her conscious and alert as best you can sir, help is on the way,"

Mabel was having trouble keeping her eyes open. "I'm so tired."

Stan squeezed her tight, "I know you are baby, but you've gotta stay awake for me, please….please fight for me," Stan whispered as tears began trickling down his face.

"I didn't want to die…I just wanted to stop hurting….I'm sorry daddy….I just wanted to be your daughter, but…but I know now you really won't want me," she whispered as she blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to rid them of sleep, while also trying to blink back the tears.

"shhh shhh oh baby I always wanted you, this is all my fault, I lied when I said all those horrible things to you tonight, I've never lied more in my whole life. You are my daughter, and you always will be….no matter what happens," Stan's voice cracked.

Mabel reached her shaking hand up to stroke Stan's face and wipe his tears, "I-I'm gonna fight," she whispered, "I want to live,"

Stan was still a nervous wreck and terrified, but hearing Mabel say that she wanted to live somehow provided him with faith that she would live.

"I know you're gonna fight baby, you're my little fighter remember?" Stan assured giving her a tear filled smile.

Mabel was fighting with all her might, but she was rapidly losing her energy.

She started to close her eyes as Stan pleaded, "NO! No baby don't close your eyes! Please!"

At that moment the ambulance arrived with the sirens blaring and the lights flashing, it provided Mabel enough of a shock to crack her eyes open, his baby was still fighting.

The paramedics rushed out of the ambulance and instantly began prepping Mabel to get her stomach pumped, they put a tube down her throat so that she could still breathe as they tried to pump the dangerous amount of sleeping pills out of her.

Stan held her hand the entire time as he body jerked and reacted to the painful procedure. The way she squeezed Stan's hand gave him a much-needed reminder that she was still there.

As they began loading her onto the ambulance Ford and Dipper ran up terrified.

"MABEL!" Dipper screamed seeing his sister being put into the ambulance.

Mabel made eye contact with her twin brother and gave him a look of deep regret, she wished she were as strong as he was. She hated herself for not being strong enough to go through with the plan, she just prayed no matter what happened to her Dipper would forgive her and himself.

Ford ran up beside his brother and glanced down at his sweet little niece.

"Do you two have a way to get to the hospital? We can really only accommodate one additional family member at a time," the paramedic said addressing Ford and Dipper.

"They do now," a voice called as a luxury pink Cadillac pulled up front, "get in you two," she ordered in a voice that seemed authoritarian, but small and terrified all the same.

Dipper wanted nothing to do with the monster that caused all of this, but he also knew that she was the only way that he could get with his sister.

He and Ford loaded into the car silently as the double doors of the ambulance slammed and rushed towards the hospital.

Along the way the paramedics continued pumping Mabel's stomach, it was clearly uncomfortable, but it appeared to be working.

Finally Mabel's face turned a greenish color and the paramedics provided her a bucket to vomit into.

It was at that moment that Stan became certain that Mabel would pull through, he was so relieved as he kissed her forehead, while stroking her hair and providing soothing words to ease her back from her terrifying ordeal.

"That's my girl, that's my baby….my little fighter….my little miracle," tears of relief flowed from Stan's face.

Even though she knew he was crying tears of joy Mabel felt an overwhelming shame for putting her family through this pain, and the worst part was she would have to feel all of the consequences. She just knew that she had basically given herself an emotional death sentence, Janice would certainly take them away, she would probably ship Mabel off to a boarding school or somewhere that could handle such an emotionally unstable child, and Stan and Ford would probably be sent to jail anyways for non-existent neglect that drove her to this. She would have to live with her hurts and pains both that had passed and that were yet to come, but somehow as she felt the familiar and loving hand of her Grunkle Stan she realized that she would take the pain for the comfort of those who loved her.

She certainly had a lot going through her mind, but there was one thought that stood out among the rest. She looked up at the loving face of the man she would always consider her father and made an innocent plea.

"Can I sleep now daddy?"

Stan looked nervously at the paramedics who were monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure. They gave Stan a nod that communicated that Mabel was out of the woods enough to allow her to rest.

"Yes baby, you can rest now, I'll be right here watching over and taking care of you, and I'll be here when you wake up," Stan whispered.

Mabel knew she could trust him, and despite the horrors that she knew would await her upon her awaking, she was very grateful to be assured that she would in fact wake up.