Powerful

The Hospital

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dipper's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~
I waited impatiently for the doctor outside the door to the small hospital room, Mabel fidgeting in her seat beside me. We were both still shock from the events that had occurred in the last three hours.
Bill had sent us home from the Dreamscape. Stan shot Bill in the stomach and head. Mabel had taken Stan's gun and stood up to him. She had convinced Stan not to shoot Bill again, and then contacted 911. The police and ambulance had arrived at the shack in a matter of minutes and Mabel had lied to the police, telling them that there was an accident with the gun, because we thought it was unloaded. The police believed Mabel's story and the ambulance had raced off with Bill in it to the hospital. The police had taken Stan and Pacifica in for questioning, but let Mabel and I go to the hospital. Now Mabel and I were waiting to hear about Bill's condition. Suddenly the door flew open and a hurried nurse raced out, down the hall, not bothering to close the door behind her. Mabel and I exchanged worried glances, and listened to what was going on. Now that the door was ajar we could see a bunch of doctors and nurses scrambling around the bed where Bill lay.
"Grab the defibrillator hurry, hurry we're losing him!" I heard one of the doctors shout. The realization hit me like a bullet. I knew what a defibrillator was and how you use it. And why.
"His heart stopped!" Mabel yelled. "Dipper he's dead!"
"Calm down they can revive him." I said gently to Mabel, trying not to let her know how panicked I was.
"CLEAR!!!" One of the nurses shouted. The doctors scattered away from Bill. I watched as she placed the defibrillator on Bill's chest, and shocked him. His body jerked around violently, then the doctor rushed back around him. I heard them yell some muffled things, then the same nurse yelled 'Clear' again. And the same thing happened. Again. And again. And again. With no progress. Both Mabel and I knew what that meant.
He was gone.
Mabel buried her face into my shoulder.
"Dipper they can't get him awake again. They can't. He's dead isn't he?"
"Mabel I-I don't know." I said with a sigh. "We'll only know when the doctors tell us."
"CLEAR!" The nurse shouted again. The defibrillator shocked Bill again. Still no signs of life. One of the doctors patted the nurse on the back, and hung the defibrillator back up. He checked Bill's vital signs one last time. He shook his head. He came out to where Mabel and I were waiting and bowed his head.
"I'm sorry but your friend is-"
Beep.
"What?!" The doctor turned around. The monitor showed that Bill was breathing again.
"What? How? That impossible!" He gasped in shock. Then he ran back into the room and began assisting the other doctors again.
"I can't believe it Dipper! Maybe he will make it!!! Maybe!" I smiled at Mabel's joyful expression.
"Maybe." I repeated quietly. "Maybe."
~~~Time Skip Brought to You By Stan Vac: It Sucks More Than Anything~~~
One of the nurses stepped out of the room and waved for Mabel and I to come over.
"We have completed the operation and the drugs are wearing off. Your friend has regained consciousness and I'm sure he'd like to see you." She led Mabel and I into the room where Bill lay, eyes half closed. His skin was paler than usual, if that was even possible and he had stitches across his forehead. He was in one of those weird blue hospital gowns that you see on TV. His eyepatch had also been removed, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted.
"Hey Bill." Mabel said quietly. Bill turned his head towards Mabel.
"Shooting Star?" He asked weakly, sitting up. The nurse gave him a sorrowful look.
"He can't see you two. The bullet damaged some of the nerves in his good eye, so he will be completely blind for a couple days..."
"Is that why I can't see?" Bill asked.
"Bill, how are you feeling?" Mabel asked him.
"Like shit."
"Oh..." Mabel frowned.
"I'll leave you three alone for now." The nurse said, leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
"You should have just let him fire that bullet. You should have let me die." Bill said, quietly.
"Wow aren't you grateful." I muttered.
"But I keep messing up. I keep letting my power get the best of me. And yet you still forgive me. Mabel, why?"
"Bill...everyone makes mistakes...and everyone needs to be forgiven." Mabel said, with a smile.
"Everyone? Including murderers? Including terrorists? Including me?"
"Bill...you haven't killed anyone though..."
"Yeah, but I might end up doing something like that!"
I glanced at the machine that was hooked up to Bill's wrist that measured his heartbeat. It was increasing rapidly. He was getting too worked up, and in his condition this could lead to disastrous consequences.
"Hey Bill calm down, it's fine. All is ok." I said gently.
"No! Everything is not ok!" Bill hissed.
"Bill, look at your pulse measure!" He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, then he closed it and sadly looked at me.
"I can't see it Pine Tree. I'm temporarily blind, remember?"
"Sorry I forgot." I looked at his unseeing eyes. He had rather unsettling, but interesting eyes. One eye had a bright golden ring around the pupil and the other was just all white. Suddenly he put his head into his hands and let out a pained groan.
"Bill are you ok?" Mabel asked, sitting down next to him.
"S-sorry it's just oh...oh god that hurts...I have such a bad...ow headache right now." He bit his lip.
"Damnit that...ow...ahh...that hurts...get the-fuck ow...get the nurse, Di-ow...Dipper." I nodded and left the room. The nurse was sitting on the bench across from the room.
"Done already?" She asked.
"No, he said his head really hurt." The nurse nodded, and walked into the room, where Bill sat clutching his head.
"Ah-oww oh shit that hurts ow." He hissed.
"Hello Bill." The nurse said, coming over to him. He barely acknowledged her presence. His face was contorted into a look of sheer pain.
"Aw fuck God damnit that hurts shit." He growled through clenched teeth, as the nurse started looking through some folders in a cabinet on the side of the room.
"Bill, it says here that some of the side effects to the neurological damage are nausea and bad headaches at the same time. I assume you are fee-."
She hadn't even finished her sentence before Bill puked up the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
"Yeah, it also says that another side effect is vomiting." She sighed, and went outside for some cleaning supplies. She came back with this stuff that reeked of cherry so much the smell made me nauseous. Of corse that didn't help Bill at all, because seconds after she opened the bottle, he puked again. The nurse quickly went to get a different cleaning material, but the cherry shit's scent still lingered, and that mixed with the smell of the vomit already on the ground was enough to make me throw up. Mabel and I quickly left the room, and as the nurse rushed into the room we heard Bill vomit again.
The two of us waited outside as the nurse cleaned up the room.
"I feel really bad for him." Mabel sighed.
"I guess he kinda deserved it..."
Mabel punched me in the shoulder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bill's Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I moaned in agony as I felt another wave of nausea wash over me. I puked out what was left in my now empty stomach, and laid back onto the bed, with a raging headache. My stomach hurt so badly where the stitches were located and puking didn't make it any better. Now my stomach was empty and hunger began clawing at my belly.
"Is anyone in this room?" I asked weakly. No response. I was probably alone. I needed food. And fast. I shoved the covers off and leaped to the floor. I reached my arms out and walked a bit like a mummy, feeling for any objects I could accidentally run into. I made it to a wall, and felt along it until I reached what I presumed was a door. I ran my hands along it, then found a knob. I twisted open the door. I walked into the space that the door had revealed, only to run into the sink. Apparently I found the bathroom. With a growl of frustration, I turned and blindly ran through the room, crashing into just about everything except for the doorknob. With a sigh of defeat, I found my way back to the bed, and laid down. Suddenly I heard the door open.
"Hello, Mr. Cipher." Came a mans voice. I assumed he was a doctor.
"My name is Doctor Anderson." Called it! "But you can just call me Dr. Andy. Now I'm here for a small check up to see how your doing, and to give you your daily medicines." I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I jumped a bit, not expecting that. The doctor laughed. I probably would have strangled him if I could see what I was doing. I let him examine my stitches, stomach and head, until he came around to my back.
"Wow. Those are some nasty scars...how did you get those?"
"What does it matter to you?" I snapped.
"Hey kid, calm down." Kid? Did he just call me kid?! I may still be in a 16 year old body but that's still kinda rude. He continued on the checkup, then he injected some things into my arm, stomach and leg, then he gave me some type of pill. He also had a nurse bring me food. Let me just say, hospital Mac n Cheese is amazing. And I was starving. I scarfed down two bowls, then as I was about to ask for a third the Doctor stopped me. He said I had had enough. Plainly, I'd had enough of him. He injected some antibiotics or something like that into my arm, then gave me this cherry medicine that made me gag. What's with doctors and cherry flavored things? Finally he injected some thing that would make me go to sleep. And I did go to sleep.
But not before throwing up two bowls of Mac n Cheese onto Doctor Anderson.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Authors Note~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This chapter really wasn't that important in the story line, it was kind of just for shits and giggles, but yknow it had its importance as well. Next chapter will most likely be the final chapter of this book. So be excited. Next chapter is going to be intense! (Probably) Remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, byyyeeee!