“We’ll be back in a few hours, Dipper!” I heard my sister Mabel call out. “I hope you feel better!”
Probably guessing I heard her, she, Candy, and Grenda were out the door.
I smiled to myself as I laid in bed. At least now it’ll be quiet enough to get some rest. It sucks being sick, but I’ll at least have time to myself.
I heard footsteps and looked towards the door to see Grunkle Stan peeking in through the door. He waved half heartedly as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.
“Hey kiddo,” He greeted with a small smile. “Feelin’ any better yet?”
I shook my head and put a thumbs down, since talking would hurt my sore throat.
“Still hurts too much to talk, eh?” He asked. I nodded. He looked at me sympathetically.
“Sorry to hear that...wish I had something here for ya to take, but I don’t at the moment.”
I smiled slightly, hopefully letting him know that it was okay. He seemed to