Hey! I'm back – thanks to MelodySouth and CartoonLover422 for reviewing.
Warning: Some details of injury.
See chapter 1 for disclaimer.
Lena was a teenager. This meant she was mature, wise and definitely didn't play stupid kids games. That said the game Webby had invented which she and the triplets where playing looked…kinda fun.
The game had come about after Louie had complained he'd missed going through the wormholes back when they'd gone to Mount Neverest and Webby had instantly come up with an idea that they'd jump through invisible wormholes and declare where they'd gone to and what they could see.
"Paris!" Huey said, after a particularly wide leap. "I see the Eiffel Tower!"
"Ooh, what's the view like?" Webby asked, eagerly.
Huey paused before saying. "There's a lot of berets."
Lena laughed harshly, causing all four youngsters to look at her in alarm. Stuffing her phone in her pocket she hastily got up, murmuring. "I'll go see how Teatime's doing."
"Don't call her that if you want to live!" Webby said, immediately.
"She's not joking." Dewey added.
Lena waved a hand before heading to the kitchen. However, not wanting to die, she decided to take the advice. "Hey Mrs B, what's…" She stopped dead upon seeing the scene in front of her, adding vaguely. "…Cooking."
Mrs Beakley was lying on the floor by the cooker, which was currently burning a pancake.
"Er…Webby." Lena croaked. Realising there was no way the girl would be able to hear her she threw he head back and bellowed. "WEBBY!"
There was a clatter in the background and then the girl was at her shoulder. "Granny!" She instantly ran to her grandmothers side. "Granny!"
The triplets had followed and Huey instantly took control. "Dewey, Louie, get Uncle Donald and Scrooge. Now." The younger two ran off and Huey went to Webby's side. "Is she bleeding?"
At the same time as Huey was calmly consulting the JWG, Dewey and Louie were racing each other upstairs calling, at the same time.
"Scrooge!"
"Uncle Donald!"
The ran up the next flight of stairs yelling the names on repeat. At the top of the stairs Dewey collided with Scrooges middle.
"Oof!"
"Sorry!"
"Dewey, how many times have I told you-" Donald started, coming out of his room.
"Mrs Beakley's hurt!" Louie burst out, running to Donald and grabbing his hand.
"Wha-?"
Louie nodded frantically. "She wasn't feeling well on the way back and she nearly collapsed then, but she said she was okay and Launchpad made her dink water and she said she was okay, but now Lena's found her in the kitchen-!"
By this time they were all hurrying downstairs. "Where's Huey?" Donald asked.
"And Webby?" Scrooge said, starting on the seconds staircase.
"Downstairs." Dewey and Louie said together.
"Launchpad?"
"In his room? I dunno!"
"Less of the attitude lad!"
At that final sentence they all skidded back into the kitchen.
Huey looked up and instantly reported. "She's not bleeding, but she's definitely banged her head. She might have concussion. But she's still alive for definite."
Webby and Lena were sitting at the tables, Lena having got Webby a glass of water.
"I'll phone Gyro." Scrooge got his phone out.
"Why Gyro?" Donald wanted to know. "He's a scientist. His field of work is engineering. How-"
"He does also have some background in medicine. I told you he's one of the brightest minds of his generation – oh, Gyro! Yes, it IS Scrooge McDuck now…" With that he went out the room.
Lena glided out her chair. "I, er, I think I better, like…scoot. Webby?"
Webby looked at her, her eyes wide and unfocused. "See you tomorrow?" To which the younger girl just nodded.
"What actually happened?" Donald asked the boys. "Does anyone know?"
The boys all shrugged. "She wasn't feeling well before." Louie said, fidgeting with his hoodie.
Huey nodded. "I think what happened might had been she got up, started to cook, felt dizzy, stepped away from the stove – thankfully otherwise she's have been burnt as well – and then collapsed."
Webby made a sort of choking sound. Dewey went over and put a arm round her. "She'll pull through." He said, trying to sound upbeat. "She's Mrs Beakley – she's a tower of strength."
"She's also about seventy years old."
Just as Dewey was opening his mouth to try and say something else positive, Scrooge came back in. "Right, I've sent Launchpad over to the Money Bin to get Gyro. He's taking the jaguar, so he should be fairly quick. Gyro knows to expect him and is packing a small medial bag as we speak. They should be hear in twenty minutes max, though knowing Launchpad it'll probably be fifteen."
"So what do we do?" Louie asked.
Scrooge shrugged. "We'll just have to wait. We can't move her in case we make it worse. So yes, we can't do much except wait."
With that a grim atmosphere set over the room.
