Aft'anoon Gov'nah! ^-^ Here's another story! It's the sequel to "A Jewel's Facets", so be prepared for another Duke story, though all the ducks get their own chapter with him. So sit back and relax!

P.S. Any ideas what kind of movies Duke would like? I would guess Action, Suspense/Mystery, or just anything with a good heist in it. Opinions?

Disclaimer: I don't own MD:TAS. If I did, I'd be rich.

Duke woke up, laying back on doubled pillows, for once not feeling too much pain upon awakening.

Another day to be stuck around in bed, the ex-thief gloomily thought. He rubbed his good eye with his right hand, rubbing the sleep particles away. Looking at the clock on the built-in shelf of his bunk as he grabbed his eye patch, Duke noticed that he had woken up fairly early. Oi, 9am. That's better than my wake-up time this whole week, he thought, slipping his patch on with his good hand.

Tanya would be coming in about another hour or so. She usually brought breakfast for him and a pot of coffee, would check on his injuries, and then they'd work on whatever crossword puzzle he'd pick out of the giant book of them that she'd bought as a present.

Duke smiled a little, straightening his patch. He loved the fact that the others were visiting him since he had woken up from his comatose state almost two weeks ago. Not because he wanted them to feel guilty or anything, but because it assured him that they cared. The others were the closest he had to a family…the closest he had ever had, now that he thought about it.

But that was a story for another day.

Since there was still another hour or so until Tanya made her way to his room, he figured that he better clean up some. So he sat up and swung his legs around so they touched the floor, wincing a little as he did. His chest still hurt a lot whenever he did small things; puck, even breathing hurt.

But he managed to get up and make his way over to his dresser which held his clothes. He was thanking the Mother of All Ducks that he had put pajamas, underwear, and the like in the topmost drawer so that he didn't have to bend over for anything. So he opened the top drawer and pulled out an old pair of black sweatpants (well, as old as they could be considering they were bought when the ducks arrived on Earth). He then went back to the bed and sat down.

Now, considering the fact that he had not sustained any injuries on the lower half of his body, (or rather, very minor ones…just bruises mainly) Duke found it easy to remove his current pajama bottoms and put on his sweatpants with the one arm that wasn't in a sling.

After managing that feat, he realized his hair probably looked like crap. So he got back up, the pajama bottoms in his hand and headed back to the dresser. He tossed the pants into a laundry basket and started looking at his hair. Wow, he thought. Despite not stylin' it for awhile, it doesn't look half bad. So he combed out his hair, styling it to his usual style, and smiled to himself in the mirror.

Well, for only a few seconds anyway. He looked at the bandages that were still wrapped around his chest and left shoulder, the piece of gauze that had been taped to the side of his forehead (apparently, Tanya said that what was originally there didn't need to be there anymore, but something still needed to cover a few stitches in that particular place,) and his casted arm in the sling. Despite the fact that he was healing, he still looked terrible. And the few places where some stitches had been taken out were now leaving scars, the most noticeable (and largest) one being on his right shoulder. It went from his front to his back, like someone had taken a knife and just slit a jagged line.

Great, more scars to add to my collection, Duke thought sarcastically. He walked back to his bed, sat down, and laid back on the pillows, sulking a bit.

The ex-thief could handle being injured. It was a trial for a thief whenever they got hurt. How else had he endured when his eye had been damaged so long ago? Or when his bill had been chipped? Though the chipped bill had been harder for him to swallow after it had happened because Falcone had been the one to do that bit of damage. And now, here he was later in life, having gotten hurt once again by that two-faced son of a Saurian.

And that made his morning a tad more miserable.

Suddenly, his vision started to blur a little bit. Duke shook his head to clear it, but it didn't go away. What the-?

He felt odd and his side felt like it was burning a little. He was about to reach for his comm to call for Tanya-