[Mabel was lecturing him about not being aware of his words now--ouch. That stung. She did have a point; his rapid drainage of blood was likely affecting his mind more than he'd allow himself to believe, especially if--wow; he was actually going to tell her everything, as horrible of a decision as it was. What was wrong with him today?]
[It was...that subconscious desire to reassure Mabel; he was the one that was the "malfunctioning" twin, not her. Seeing her so gloomy, revolting as it was, brought him down to her state of misery--a sickening sort of sympathy that the demon couldn't stand. Bill didn't want her emotions to actually sting him, nor would they normally sting so much, but now...he was at the point of no return. He'd already admitted that he needed to tell her something, and no matter what, by the end of the day--he'd have to get it out.]
[Bill glanced at his "twin," the sweat seeping down her neck, her face--he could sense her pain, and while that would normally bring him joy...again, his brain had been a bit fried. They were treading some dangerous, boiling ground, not to mention that Bill's vessel had definitely lost enough blood to make the demon delusional. For now, Bill would blame everything--the fact that he was willing to confess to not being her brother, the...possible fact that he was beginning to care about Mabel--on the blood loss. Though, of course, that excuse was plausible...he wasn't sure if it was him trying to convince himself or not.]
[The demon did his best to walk, to relieve the brunette of some of her pain, though the more he tried, the more that an exhausted fleshy vessel began to lean on her even more. It didn't help their situation for Mabel to be attempting to rush them to the hospital, despite being in such a difficult position. This was dreadfully miserable, for the both of them--if only he'd done a better job of hiding his wounds, if only he hadn't insisted on breaking some souvenirs, they wouldn't be in this mess right now.]
[His "sister" began to lecture him once more on wasting his energy by talking, partially true as it was, and then--at first, he didn't feel himself slipping from Mabel's grasp. His vessel was entirely numb--he could scarcely feel a thing other than his own damn concern for someone that wasn't even his sister, and when Mabel tripped...]
[Things took a turn for the worst. It wasn't as though Bill hadn't already been completely numb, so it wasn't as terrible as it could've been--in fact, the demon would've preferred to feel the stabbing scrapes as he tumbled down the hill. It felt normal not to feel an inch of pain, but at the same time, it was disconcerting when he was in a vessel--not to mention that his last few rolls down the hill were somersaults more than anything else, meaning that he'd likely cracked his vessel's noggin somewhere along the way.]
[If you thought he was scatter-brained before, he brought a whole new meaning to the word now--he may not have actually been Dipper, of course, so it didn't quite affect him, though it did make him just a bit more dizzy...not to mention that he had quite a bit of blood trickling down from a few new scratches on his face.]
[Gradually, the demon attempted to sit up, his mind pounding and his vision even more blurry and distorted than before. His ears were ringing, and he could barely distinguish Mabel's voice from the intense, ear-piercing ring that penetrated his ears. Though he couldn't quite feel anything, he could just sense the vast amounts of blood pouring through various wounds of his, and his wooziness eventually got to the point that he fell back down, unable to move, hear, or feel.]
[For a moment, things were calm. He stared up into the sky, though that stare gradually shifted into his eyes closing, as much as he'd attempted to fight it, as he might just slip into a coma or something had he actually hit his head too hard...but there was nothing keeping him from doing so aside from his rather weak willpower.]
[Just barely, the demon could make out Mabel's voice, however...and that prevented him from losing consciousness entirely. Especially since it seemed to be getting...closer, maybe? He couldn't really tell.]
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