How Silent Love Can Be

Chapter 17: Please, Wake Up

Bill's POV:

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! This is bad, really bad! What am I going to tell Sixers?! 'Oh, I left them alone for like 15 minutes and they spared when they weren't supposed to.'? NO! I was supposed to make sure they didn't get hurt, and Dipper got hurt! Shit, Shooting Star may pass out any minute now! I turned to look at Shooting Star who locks eyes with me. "How do you feel Shooting Star?" I ask, scared of the answer. "Well, I'm tired from all that sparring. But otherwise I'm fine!" she answers confidently. That's good, but that doesn't mean she's safe yet. "Okay, well no more using your magic. I don't want double comas." I say, trying to joke but anyone can tell it's strained. Shooting Star comes up to me and pats my shoulder, "It'll be fine. He's just in a small coma, he'll wake up." she says reassuringly. I look up at her, her words are comforting but her aura shows her doubt and worry. I give her a sad smile, "Alright, let's head back to the Shack." I tell her as I start to pick up Dipper. With my enhanced strength he was light as a feather. 

I was so upset I walked to the Shack like a normal human would. My eyes were still brimmed with tears that leaked as we walked in silence. It seemed to take forever to get to the Shack but when we finally did, Ford was in the bunker and Stan was in his chair watching tv. Me and Shooting Star quietly went up stairs and entered our shared room. I put Dipper on our bed and tucked him in. I snapped my fingers and dressed him in his favorite comfy outfit, light leggings and a loose tee-shirt. I sat down on the edge of the bed and cried quietly, occasionally letting out sniffles that made Shooting Star hand me a tissue and hug me. This went on for around an hour and it was now 10 o'clock pm, when Ford came popped in to say good night. "Hey, I ju-" he started, but stopped mid sentence as he felt the tenseness in the room. "What's wrong, Bill what happened?!" Ford said worriedly. I was facing Dipper and my back was to Ford, so I stood and turned around to face him directly. He took in my red and puffy face from crying, his face showed anger but his aura showed he was more worried. "What happened Bill?!" he said a little forcefully, but still kept his voice at normal volume. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry..." I said sadly, sure my voice cracked. 

Tears continued to stream down my face, unable to stop no matter how hard I tried. Shooting Star took notice of my predicament and explained for me. "Dipper over did it, he wanted to spar some more when Bill left to get our food. I agreed, but conserved my energy while he didn't. During our last sparring match he just suddenly....... fell. Bill caught him before he crashed though, so he doesn't have a concussion." she said, barely loud enough for Ford to hear. She, too, had tears on her face, but not as much as me. "A-actually Bill, I-I feel w-woozy." she confessed to me, her balance seeming off. My eyes widened and I quickly ran over to catch her before she hit the ground. "N-NO! N-Not y-you too M-Mable!" I said around a new wave of worry and sadness. I cried harder now, realizing that she had also slipped into a magic coma. Mabel's would be shorter as she had used too much magic as well but she used it over longer periods of time, so it had more time to replenish itself. I continued to cry, but still managed to tuck her into bed and change her clothes into pajamas.

I was sad, really sad. All thoughts and words left my brain and all I knew was sadness. This was a time of mourning, two mighty warriors have fallen. They will get back up but back in early history, when a strong and talented fighter had been injured, people close to the injured wore black and mourned for them as medical treatments couldn't heal most of the injures sustained. I have always done things my own way and so have my creations, so to honor these brave and talented fighters I snapped my fingers and my usual gold outfit inverted. The yellow was now black and the black lines were now a shiny golden color, my outfit will stay like this until they both wake up. All the black must have alarmed Ford because he asked again, "What happened to them?!" I sniffled and said as clearly as I could, "They have gone into a magic coma. Mabel should wake up in a day or two, but Dipper will be longer. Dipper has magic comparable to my own level, that much energy takes time to gain back. I would know, it took me 4 years to come back 'from the dead'." He look relieved that Mabel would be fine but asked, "Will Dipper take years to wake up?" I shook my head, "No. He may have strong magic, but he only has the tip off his iceberg. He should wake up in around a month, three at the VERY most though that is extremely doubtful." I informed him. Just thinking of how long this could take made a new onslaught of tears stream down my face. Ford sensed how big of a loss I was going through, and left quietly after giving a small nod farewell.

What am I going to do without Dipper, my Pinetree. He's my everything, I don't think I could function without him. If I knew 4 years ago that I could have had this, I would have dropped everything immediately. But instead I focused my future predicting powers on world domination, and not on how happy this human could make me. There is no turning back now though, but I could have prevented this. I should have never taught them magic! If I didn't this never would have happened. That's it, I'm not teaching them anymore until they are the right age. A typical human reaches it's maximum strength at around 18-25 years of age, so until they are 18 I will not teach them anymore and limit their sparring. 

"This is for your own good. Please, wake up...... I miss you Pinetree." 

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Yes, it's short. I'm sorry, don't kill me! I just didn't feel it tonight and I have more inspiration to write Elementis at the moment. I just wanted to post tonight as to not leave you on a dreadful cliffhanger. I'm sorry, I'll see if I can update a long one before Saturday. I probably won't, so don't hold me to that but I'll try. Thanks to all of you for reading this trash first story. I'll see you all again soon, BYE!

Peace and Love, Fantabulous Faye