Precipice Chapter 2: Every Whim
Here we go! In all of its un-betaed glory, Chapter 2!
I’m really sorry for any major screw-ups in my portrayal of the hospital. I have never needed to be taken to a hospital for anything worse than mild pneumonia, and Goggle can only get me so far.
Word count: 3281
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 coming soon to theaters near you!
Ford hated waiting. Waiting meant doing nothing while someone else was working. Waiting meant being fundamentally useless. Ford despised the feeling of being useless. But there was nothing he could do but wait. So he paced a hole into the waiting room carpet, thinking of everything and nothing. His gaze drifted around the room, seeing everyone and everything in it, but only half processing it. A thick numb fog clouded his thoughts, made every limb heavy even as he paced a hole into the visitor room carpet.
The clock on the wall ticked in time with his steps.
Dipper and Mabel had fallen asleep curled up together in the same chair in the waiting room, changed into the clean clothes the Corduroy girl had brought for them. Mabel had her head on Dipper’s shoulder, and was using her unicorn plush as a cushion. Dipper was sleeping comfortably sitting up, his hat pulled over his face, and a large half finished sweater hanging off of Mabel’s knitting needles was blanketed over both of them. Ford was amazed at her ability to knit with her arm in a sling. And the speed that she was able to knit intrigued Ford. It was almost enough to make him feel something other than shock. Almost, but not quite.
Was it just him, or was the clock getting louder?