It's barely been a day since the missions had ended, and Wash still hasn't managed to talk to Dipper - evidently he's been in medical for a good chunk of time, which is worrying, to say the least. He's also not answering his omnicomm, which makes it that much worse.

That doesn't stop Wash from going by the twins' quarters every few hours and checking, just to be sure. Mabel's absence when he does doesn't strike him as too terribly odd - he figures she's just weaseled her way into medbay and is refusing to leave. He can't blame her, really.

It's only when he opens the door and finds the suite looking like a localized hurricane hit it does he realize what that absence means. Mabel's not in medbay; she's gone completely, and right after two of the most traumatizing missions any of them have experienced.

Well, shit.

He enters the room, notes the broken glass and the bandaged foot, and turns to the cleaning drone. "Focus on the glass first," he says, and the drone turns, intent on its new top priority. He then heads to the couch and leans against its back, looking down at Dipper and then up at the cracked and blaring TV. This is bad, and he's not sure how to approach it.

"Hey."

...it's a start.