Bill's POV

When I finally managed to muster up the amount of magic to teleport, I shot out of his backyard and fell onto the middle of the street. I landed square on my face and rolled over once, lying on the black pavement of the road. I took in a deep breath, feeling extremely tired and weak.

This was one reason why I didn't bother transporting into the guest room.

I stumbled to my feet and looked up and saw a car racing towards me. I gasped, but it was too late. The driver tried to swerve desperately out of the way, but slammed straight into me. I was thrown back seven feet and my head smashed into the ground and the car came to a screeching halt a foot away from me. I was, for a moment, stunned at how quickly things happened. I groaned but not because of pain - obviously I couldn't feel physical pain - but because of how freaking tired I was and just drained.

I turned onto my stomach and got to my knees. I had cuts all up along my arms and a large cut on the back of my head and my back was completely torn up, my left arm was bent at an awkward angle. I waited, waited for the excruciating pain. But it didn't come. I felt the disappointment and looked at the car when the driver got out. She had short black hair and brown eyes, but they were filled with panic.

"Oh my God!" She cried out, "I'm so so so so sorry, are you ok?! I didn't see you until the last moment and-"

"Lady. I'm fine." I growled.

"No! You're not! I'm going to call 9-1-1! Oh, God, I'm so sorry."

I glared at the stranger. "Don't call '9-1-1', because I'm fine."

The lady shook her head. "Sir, you are bleeding and cut up everywhere and- OH! You-your arm!"

I rolled my eye. I guess Pine Tree was right about everyone caring for anyone. "No, get back in your car-thing. I'm fine." I let out a big yawn and I could feel my legs shaking. I wanted to just pass out on the street.

The lady went to pull out her phone, but I simply plucked it out of her hand.

"Don't." I growled and shoved her back into her car.

The lady looked completely shocked and baffled.

I went behind the car and with a small spark of magic, I shoved her car forward so she'd get going. "Go on!" I shouted.

The lady, she now looked terrified, sped out of here.

I sighed, angry and tired. I looked to my right and felt relief when I saw Arrow's house. It was her address. I walked up her driveway, my vision blurring. I made it to the front door and knocked on it. Moments later, it opened. I smiled when I saw it was her and hugged her - not thinking about being covered in my blood or the fact that my arm was broken.

She gasped and pulled away. "Bill?! What are you- Oh my God!" She cried.

I looked down at myself. I was a bloody mess. "Oh, yeah..."

"What happened?!" She yanked me into the house, leading me somewhere.

"Won't your parents see me?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"They aren't out here right now- What happened?" She pulled me into her bathroom and closed the door.

"I....I got hit by a car."

"A car?!" Arrow went white. "Did the driver stop?!"

"Well, yeah, but I told them I was fine- I am fine." I sat atop the toilet seat and hugged my knees.

"You are not fine, Bill. You are seriously injured." Arrow looked around frantically. "We need to get you cleaned up. Undress and get into the tub."

I sucked in my breath. "A-are you sure?" I never thought I'd ask Arrow that.

She hesitated and exhaled. "Yes, I'm sure. Stay in your boxer, obviously." She began to pull stuff out of the cabinets.

I bit my bottom lip, suddenly self conscious. I shrugged off my shredded coat and unbuttoned my undershirt. The white fabric was completely soaked with blood. I bet that a normal human would have been crying and screaming, but I was steely calm. I slid off my pants and stepped into the tub, awkwardly waiting. Arrow made me feel human emotions so raw and real, that it almost made the wounds hurt. Arrow was a small gateway to being real.

She turned around and only stared for a second before leaning over me to turn on the faucet and let warm water run out. "Jesus, your back is completely shredded up. How are you not feeling this?"

"I don't know...." I sighed.

She grabbed a wrap and squirted some body wash onto it and got it damp and began to wash me off.

Sit. Still. Cipher. I told myself, my entire body tensed up.

Her gaze was so focused and unfazed. The real Arrow would have squirmed at the thought of washing me. I wanted that Arrow back... She rinsed off the rag, letting the blood go down the drain. "Lean back," she instructed me softly.

I did as she said and she washed off my chest.

"Arrow?"

She didn't answer.

"Eleanor, I meant Eleanor."

She looked up at me and I breathed in sharply. "Yeah?"

"Why are you being nice to me?"

She looked away and I exhaled. "Anybody would do this for someone else. It's natural."

I wanted to just kiss her, but I restrained myself. "Oh."

"Don't tell Dipper about this." She said rapidly.

I smirked and glanced away. "Ok. Why?"

"Well, I'm washing you. I don't think that sounds good..."

I chuckled. "Ok, ok."

She looked up at me and breathed and held my jaw as she washed the back of my head. It hurt to not have to say or do anything. She had no idea how much I loved her... Arrow washed the back of my neck and I flinched and started laughing and jolted away. "What the?"

"Ticklish?" She asked, smirking.

"Tick-what?"

A very small smile spread across her face. She shook her head and leaned up, wringing out the rag. "Are you sure you're ok?"

I nodded. "I think so."

She seemed very doubtful. "Stand up and turn around."

I sighed and followed her orders.

I heard her breath in sharply. "My God, it's like you went through a wood chipper."

"It's fine." I assured her. I yawned and turned around and stepped out. I blinked a couple times, trying to wake up. "I-uh...my clothes?" I yawned.

"I'll get some from my dad, be right back." She turned and left the bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Most of the blood was gone and my hair was sticking up everywhere. There were big bags under my eyes like I hadn't slept in ages. I needed to sleep. I really wished I hadn't used too much power. I looked at my left arm and grimaced at the sight of it. It was definitely broken. I used what little magic power I had left on it so it'd be fixed and I let out a long yawn.

It was so much easier to use my magic in Gravity Falls than California. Stupid.

Arrow came back in and was holding a pair of jeans and a blue flannel shirt.

"Hey, you were wearing a shirt just like that when I found you."

She nodded. "Yeah, my whole family has matching ones and yadah yadah." She handed me the clothes. "Put them on. I'll be right back."

I closed the door behind her and I slipped on the clothes. They were way too tight. I was obviously way taller than her dad. I suddenly remember meeting him - Jack was his name? - and how I had totally made a fool of myself and humiliated Arrow. The good-ish old days. I sighed and used some more magic on it to make them fit. I felt myself swaying on my feet.

I turned to the door and opened it drowsily. "E-Eleanor?" I whispered out.

She came out of a room - her room I assumed. "What's wrong?"

"Do you have a place...I can-can sleep?"

She glanced up the hall and back to me. "Sure, come here."

I wobbled into her room and collapsed onto her bed. "Thanks..." I breathed.

"No problem." She looked over her shoulder. "I'm going to tell Dipper you're here."

"No!" I exclaimed and flopped back onto her pillows.

"Why?"

"I don't need him here... He locked me out of his room - technically closed the window on my face - so I came here. Just... he'll find me eventually."

Arrow sighed. "Ok. I'm going to be in the living room. Don't come out because I don't want my parents to see you."

"Can't you stay in here with me?" I yawned.

"I don't-"

"Please?"

Arrow swallowed and fiddled with her fingers. "I-I guess..."

I smiled slightly as she came and sat down beside me as I laid across her bed. "Th-thanks..." I breathed.

I saw her smile a small smile. "No problem."

And I fell asleep.