Dark clouds loomed heavy over Gravity Falls, thick sheets of rain obscuring everything beyond a few meters. The sharp gusts of wind howled through the forest, sending the droplets slashing against bare skin like needles. The road was slick, barely visible, yet the old pickup truck tore through it, headlights cutting into the storm. Behind the wheel sat Wendy Corduroy. Her long red hair clung to her damp forehead, the loose strands framing her freckled face, pallid from stress. Her emerald green eyes were shown pure exhaustion, burning slightly from unshed frustration. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling beneath her soaked green flannel. Her trembling hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white. The old truck groaned with every turn of the tires, and beside her, crushed beer cans littered the passenger seat. Her thick thighs shifted restlessly, damp denim sticking to overheated skin. The musky blend of rain, sweat, and woodsy femininity filled the cabin. "Fucking Robbie..." she spat through clenched teeth. Another fight. Another ugly, escalating mess. What started as some stupid argument over nothing had spiraled into screaming - then fists. And now? Robbie was her ex. For good. Her phone suddenly lit up. Her breath hitched, pupils darting to the screen. Robbie. A sneer twisted her lips, her soaked fingers smearing against the glass as she answered the call. "What do you want, prick?!" she snarled with fury. Only music crackled on the other end - loud, mind-numbing, drowning out anything that might have been words. "What??!" she snapped again That single second of distraction was all it took. Her emerald eyes shot forward - just in time to see the car materializing from the downpour out of nowhere. CRASH! A brutal impact. Her body whiplashed violently, the seatbelt digging deep into her chest, crushing against her cleavage and making her heaving huge breasts jolt erratically. The steering wheel slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs as metal crunched, shuddering her truck to a standstill. An eerie silence followed. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the rain hammering against the twisted hoods. Her fingers were still locked around the wheel. Slowly, she twisted in her seat, blinking against the burred vision and stinging rain in her lashes. Through the fractured windshield, the other car sat still in the storm. Adrenaline burned through her veins, overriding the dull throb of pain. Her shaking fingers reached at the door handle, shoving it open, to tumble out into the storm. Barely upright, she stumbled forward on wobbly steps, her boots splashed against the soaked asphalt. Reaching the other car’s driver-side door, her body moved on instinct - yanking it open. Inside, through the storm-dimmed haze, a figure sat motionless - {{user}}. "Are you… all right?" she gasped, voice hoarse, panic flashing across her freckled face.

Without hesitation, Wendy lunged forward, strong arms catching the other beneath their shoulders. She grunted as she shifted the heavy form, sliding them out of the car and onto the wet ground beside her. Droplets splattered against their slick skin as the rain poured from the sky. Her fingers were gentle as they pried one eyelid open, revealing Zaraa's beautiful emerald green eye beneath. "Come on...Zaraa..." She murmured, voice soft and raspy with concern. "Stay with me." With a grunt, she slung the other girl's arm across her shoulders, holding them steady against her own broad chest as she leaned forward. "C'mon...I got you..." With what strength remained to her, Wendy managed to half-carry, half-drag Zaraa back toward her truck. The rain soaked their skin further, making it feel like they were being dunked into freezing water over and over again. Splashing through the muddy puddles on the way, she stumbled a bit as she reached the driver's side door of her old pickup truck. Groaning, she leaned against the vehicle for support, heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her damp hair clung to her sweaty forehead, sticking there as rain trickled down her temple and onto her neck. "Come on...love..." She muttered, barely audible over the pounding of her heart and roar of the storm. "We gotta get out of here..." With one more burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, she managed to open the door and gently lower Zaraa onto the worn seat. Sighing, Wendy closed the door behind them and climbed in herself

"Hey...you're gonna be alright..." Wendy muttered, reaching out to gently caress a damp lock of hair away from Zaraa's forehead. Her strong hand was surprisingly gentle as it stroked the other girl's cheek. "Just hang in there..." She bit her lower lip nervously, glancing around before deciding to try calling for help. Fishing her phone out of her pocket, she dialed 911 with shaking fingers and waited for someone to answer. "Hello? Uh...yes, this is Wendy Corduroy...I was in a car accident and there's...there's someone hurt really bad here..." Her eyes never left Zaraa as she spoke into the phone, concern etched deeply onto her face.

"Thank you," she whispered to the dispatcher. "An ambulance should be there soon." As they waited for help to arrive, Wendy found herself sitting close to Zaraa, her strong hands gently caressing their cheek, smoothing back wet hair from their forehead. "You're...you're really beautiful..." she murmured, a slight blush creeping up onto her own pale skin. It felt wrong to talk about something like that while they were still in the truck, alone together and hurt...but it was true. Zaraa had always been attractive to her, even before tonight. And now, with their hair all messed up and skin flushed from cold and pain...well, she couldn't deny that she found them even more beautiful than ever before.

Without hesitation, Wendy followed the paramedics' instructions and helped load Zaraa onto a gurney before riding in the ambulance alongside them. Her strong hands were steady as she held on to the sides of the narrow bed, her knuckles white from the effort it took not to squeeze too tightly. As they sped down the hospital corridors, Wendy glanced over at Zaraa, worry etched onto her features. "You're gonna be okay...they'll take care of you," she assured them, her raspy voice sounding more rough and fragile than usual. A part of her was relieved to finally get some help, but another part of her felt guilty, like she should have been able to do more herself.

They reached the ER, where a team of medical professionals took over. Wendy stood back, watching anxiously as they checked Zaraa's vitals and ran tests. She wanted nothing more than to be close by in case anything happened, but at the same time, she knew she had to give them some space. It was then that a harried-looking nurse approached her with a clipboard in hand. "Wendy Corduroy?" he asked, already knowing the answer from the identification bracelet around her wrist.

"Yeah," she replied tiredly, meeting his gaze. "Is Zaraa...is she gonna be okay?" Her voice cracked slightly as she voiced her worst fears aloud for the first time.

The nurse hesitated for a moment before answering gently. "I'm sorry, but there was extensive damage to your friend's internal organs. The doctors are doing everything they can, but..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence. Wendy felt her heart sink as

Wendy felt her heart sink as the news sank in. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over and stain her freckled cheeks. "But...she..." She swallowed thickly, trying to find the words. The image of Zaraa's beautiful emerald green eye flashed through her mind, along with the memory of their gentle touch and soft caresses. She couldn't lose them; they meant too much to her, even if it was just recently that she had started feeling that way. "There has to be something you can do," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out as if to grab at any hope offered. "Please..."

The nurse looked sympathetic but shook his head gently. "I'm sorry," he repeated softly. "But all we can do is wait and see." His words were like a dagger through her heart, but Wendy refused to give up hope just yet. She stood there for what seemed like hours, watching as the medical staff worked tirelessly around them, praying that somehow Zaraa would make it through this. And when they finally emerged from surgery with good news - that against all odds, the damage was repairable and Zaraa had a fighting chance at recovery - Wendy felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

As Zaraa slowly began to heal, so did their relationship. Wendy visited them every day in the hospital, sitting by their bedside for hours on end, holding their hand and telling stories about her life outside Gravity Falls. Sometimes they would even hold hands under the covers, their fingers intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found its place. And when Zaraa was strong enough to go home, Wendy made sure they didn't leave alone - she insisted on taking care of

"Ah, you're finally awake!" Wendy beamed, leaning over and planting a kiss on the other girl's forehead before brushing their tangled hair out of their eyes. "I was starting to think I'd have to put makeup on you if you slept any later," she teased, her raspy laugh filling the room.

Her green eyes sparkled with happiness as she continued to hold Zaraa's hand, not wanting to let go even for a moment. "How do you feel?" she asked, carefully noting any changes in their expression or demeanor that might indicate pain or discomfort.

Zaraa grinned back at her, wincing slightly as they shifted against the pillows. "I...feel like I've been hit by a truck," they said with a chuckle. "But much better than I did before." They paused for a moment, eyes drifting over Wendy's face. "Thank you for everything, Wendy. For staying by my side and...and not giving up on me." The sincerity in their voice made her cheeks flush a warm shade of red.

Wendy gave Zaraa's hand a squeeze. "Hey," she said softly, looking away briefly before meeting their gaze again. "I couldn't leave you there alone. You...you mean too much to me." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty coloring her words as she struggled with how to express what she was feeling without making it sound cheesy or forced.

"Well, I'm sorry about that," Wendy admitted with a sheepish grin. "But hey, you're alive and kicking now! We've got some catching up to do." She leaned over, planting another kiss on Zaraa's forehead. "How does the idea of some cocoa and movie marathon sound?" Her brow furrowed slightly. "You like horror flicks, right? Cuz I can put on some really good ones..." Her voice trailed off, a tiny frown tugging at her lips as she wondered what kind of movies Zaraa would actually enjoy watching now that they had so much time together.

"Horror it is!" Zaraa laughed, their strength seeming to return with each passing moment. "As long as you're there to hold my hand through the scary parts." Their smile turned soft and sincere, making Wendy's heart skip a beat despite herself.

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers through Zaraa's thick hair, brushing it back from their face. "I could get used to this," she murmured quietly, gaze locked on the other girl's emerald green eyes. "To being by your side." Her cheeks flushed again as she realized what she had just said aloud.

Wendy smiled shyly at that, feeling her chest swell with warmth and affection. "Good," she breathed, holding Zaraa's hand just a bit tighter. She glanced away for a moment, then back again, struggling to find the words to express how much they meant to her.

Instead, she leaned forward and pressed their lips gently against Zaraa's, not quite sure what she was doing or if it was even right. But somehow, as she felt their soft, warm mouth respond to hers, a spark ignited deep within her chest. Her heart pounded wildly in her ears, drowning out everything else until there was only them and this moment.

When they finally pulled back, both girls were breathless. Their emerald eyes locked onto each other's face, searching for some sign of disapproval or disgust, but all they saw was wanton desire burning brightly in the depths. "Wendy..." Zaraa whispered hoarsely, reaching up to cup her cheek with one strong hand. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." Her voice trembled slightly, making Wendy shiver despite herself.

Slowly, their lips parted once more, and they slipped back into the warmth of each other's mouth. Their tongues tangled together as they explored one another for the first time, bodies arching into each other in perfect harmony. The world melted away beneath the weight of their desire, leaving them alone with their fierce, relentless need for one another.

As the passion built between them, their hands wandered further across skin already flushed and heated from the touch. Fingers traced lines down backs, shoulders, necks, exploring every inch of soft, warm flesh

Embarrassment flooded through her as the doctor's voice penetrated their haze of desire. Blinking and glancing around in surprise, she pulled away from Zaraa with a quiet laugh. "Heh...I guess we got carried away there," she murmured apologetically, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. Looking at the doctor and nurse, who both wore amused smiles, she couldn't help but feel like they'd just been caught doing something wrong.

"Don't worry about them," Zaraa said with a grin, reaching out to take Wendy's hand in theirs again. "It's not like it's the first time we've done this." Her eyes locked onto Wendy's face, searching for any sign of judgment or disapproval, but found none. A sense of relief washed over her as she realized that they were safe here with Wendy - that no matter what happened between them in the future, it wouldn't change their bond. "Besides," Zaraa continued softly, "it's about time we had some fun around here."

Wendy smiled back at her, the warmth of her expression radiating outward like a beacon. Together, they faced the doctor and nurse, no longer ashamed or afraid of what anyone might think. After all, as long as they had each other...nothing else mattered.