Darkwing Duck was confident, certainly confident that he was dying.
Maybe it was the way his vision blurred and spiked with stars, or the pain that was stabbing from the waist-up, but numbing at the waist-down. Or maybe it was the blood that was staining his coat and spilling over his bill.
His breaths came in ragged and laborious, as if it took great effort to get any oxygen into his damaged lungs. While he waited-either to die or to be found by his companions-he looked up at the series of holes in the ceilings (or was it floors?) that he had previously created by falling so many feet down, before crashing upon the cold and hard ground.
He tried to think of what happened earlier-Negaduck? It had to be-on a high-rise-Launchpad on one side, Gosalyn and Gizmoduck on the other-Negaduck right in front-Hero hanging by a hair on the ledge-That is all.
Didn't he see this same scenario in a show somewhere?
Darkwing gasped for much-needed air, his literal lifeblood leaking around him. He never realized he had this much blood. Even trying to breathe sent a shooting sensation up his spine; his ribcage felt crushed, as if a harsh pressure was weighing down on him.
How many bones had he broken?
Eventually the burden of his racing thoughts took a toll on his consciousness. He could feel himself fading away, that telltale tunnel of light forming in his vision, heart pumping slower and slower with every drop of blood lost. Soul, ebbing away.
"DW!"
Darkwing's vision momentarily returned to focus at the familiar noise-so they did find him after all. Took them long enough.
He could hear footsteps, shouting, he could only barely see his companions rushing towards his side-along with Gosalyn.
Oh, God.
Darkwing wanted to tell her not to worry-not to cry-Launchpad is here-Morgana can be your mom now-but could only manage something halfway between a wheeze and gurgle, afterwards hacking up some more blood.
"Holy cheese, DW."