Blood Stains and Marigolds

》》ELEVEN《《

Dipper laid down on the surgical table in Ford's lab.

"The procedure shouldn't take more than a couple hours and you'll be unconscious for all of it. When you wake up you may feel..." Ford trailed off, looking away from Dipper.

"Numb. You'll feel emotional numb. And it will really mess with your head." Stan finished.

"But hopefully through therapy and interaction with the family, you'll start to feel more yourself." Ford said. Dipper just nodded.

"Let's just get this overwith." Dipper said. Ford nodded and began hooking up the monitoring equipment, before placing a mask over Dipper's nose and mouth.

"Count backwards from ten for me Dipper." Ford said.

"Ten..."

This was it.

"Nine..."

He was finally going to be rid of the flowers.

"Eight."

No more bloodstains...

"Seven."

No more Marigolds...

"Six."

No more thorns...

"Five."

No more pain....

"Four."

No more feelings for Bill....

"Three."

No more tears...

"Two."

No

More

Love

"One..."

And Dipper was unconscious.

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Dipper expected dreams. All the fanfiction he had read about hanahaki had always said that while you had hanahaki, you would have vivid dreams about the person you loved. But Dipper saw nothing. He felt nothing.

Nothing at all.

Is the surgery over...?

And then another thought occurred to him.

Am I...dead?

The thought almost appealed to him. Death. This was how he pictured it after all. Seeing nothing, feeling nothing.

Just pure....nothing.

But he wasn't sure why he could still think. He had always assumed that once you died, nothing more would happen.

Which lead Dipper to believe he wasn't dead.

How could I be? Surely I wouldn't be able to think what I am thinking now if I am dead.

No, Dipper decided, I'm not dead.

And then Dipper opened his eyes.