I can't type with my left index finger. I had an accident in the kitchen and there was blood everywhere.

Sorry about the delays. I'm a bit...overwhelmed lately. But I am working on something new, as well.

Please read it, as I'm going to post it soon.

There's a kitten on my front porch. I started playing with it, and now it won't leave. So now I'm distracted. Enjoy chapter ten, everyone!

My mind began to rush. Everywhere I looked, I saw Wendy's tear-ridden face. I'd turn around, and it was there too.

"D-Dipper, are you alright?"

I couldn't breathe. My head began to throb and I began to sweat. Something in my mind told me I needed to panic, and I did.

They showed our pictures on the screen, and a few people looked at us. Some pointed. My stomach was in knots. We couldn't go home now. We had gotten so far.

Please come home...

We miss you...

"Dipper, calm down!" Mabel exclaimed. Without a word, I threw her on my shoulders and rushed out.

We couldn't leave.

Not yet.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I let her down after I had ran about half a block. "You didn't buy the stuff..."

"I-I...I just...," I choked to catch my breath. "They...they're looking for us...b-but we...we need to keep...going...or else you'll never...get to..."

Everything went dark at that moment. I just remember feeling dizzy as my limbs slowly went numb.

You'd think Mabel would be the one whose body would just give out like that. But you'd be wrong.

When I came to, I was in a place I didn't recognize. There were two big beds, a television, and a nightstand in the room.

"M-Mabel?" I stood up and instantly fell again. It took me a few times, but I finally had enough strength to walk to the kitchen. I drank a cup of water, as this was probably just dehydration and the fact that I hadn't eaten in several days. I looked around, and the place itself wasn't so bad. It was obviously a hotel, but how was I here? And where the hell was Mabel?

I searched every room until my eyes met with a note on the kitchen counter.

Be back soon! -Mabel

There was a drawing of a cat wearing a tuxedo at the bottom of the page. I thought for a bit.

Where did she go, and why was she so vague? She couldn't get far on her own, so why would she leave like that?

Just as I was about to slip on my shoes and rush out the door in search for her, she opened the door, holding two plastic bags. They seemed heavy, and I took them from her, setting them down.

"Mabel, where were you? What...what were you thinking?"

"I hope you don't mind. There's a convenience store next door, so I picked up a few things." I looked in the bag and found two TV dinners, my favorite brand of apple juice, snacks, painkillers, scented stickers, and a few other things I didn't bother to look through.

"W-well of course I mind! Do you understand how sick you are?"

"Hey, you passed out and we're alone in the middle of San Diego."

"Mabel...," I held my head. I hated how protective I was of her, but it was for her own good. "Anything could have happened. Y-you could have needed me...you could have gotten lost or been robbed or raped or-"

"Dipper, I'm alright," she giggled a bit.

"It's just...what if you had gotten hurt? I don't know what I'd do. I know you were only out for a bit, but you're sick and you could give out at any moment."

She put her arm on my shoulder.

"Look," she sighed. She looked up at me. "I...I don't think I have a lot of time left. I care about you more. Because you have so much ahead of you. I sat there for hours making sure you were alright. But then I realized I needed to make sure we had food and everything. And you weren't going to wake up, so I had to take care of it on my own. But I think it's good," she folded her arms and smiled. "I'm practically an adult already!"

I held the bridge of my nose.

"Well...alright," I sighed. "Just be careful, is all I'm saying."

"You know," she sat on one of the beds and kicked off her shoes. "I'm actually really happy we did this. It...it is kind of sad, but I'm just glad we didn't stay home and do nothing."

I sat beside her and turned on the television. The news was on.

"A nation shaken. A family is broken apart as the search for two missing twins continues. What started as a family dilemma is now making headlines all around the country. The young teens were last seen on Monday night, and it's unknown whether they fled or were abducted. It is noted that the twins, Matthew, or Dipper and Mabel Pines disappeared shortly upon returning home from the hospital after Mabel was diagnosed with leukemia and given just weeks to live-"

I reached for the remote to change the channel, but paused when something caught my attention. The reporter continued.

"The family has been receiving hefty donations from around the country, as their insurance can not cover the child's treatment. We can only hope that the kids return home unharmed."

We exchanged looks. A grin widened across her face.

This was it. It was finally over. No more crying. No more scrambling to raise money or pretending she'd get better without treatment.

I was going to have my sister back.