Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do not own Darkwing Duck; the characters in the story all belong to Disney. They are being used for entertainment purposes, not profit.

That afternoon, Gosalyn had called Honker and told him about her visit to the doctor.

"Gee, Gos," Honker said on the phone. "What did the doctor say to you?"

"Well, she says that I'm going to get my tonsils taken out." she answered him in a hoarse voice.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes, yes I am, Honk. I am scared of having surgery."

"When will you be leaving for the hospital?"

"Oh, on a Friday and I will be staying in St. Canard Children's Hospital."

"Has your dad treated your sore throats with antibiotics?"

"Yeah, lots of times, but the stupid sore throat keeps coming back like a boomerang." The red-haired girl frowned.

"I'm sure that having your tonsils out isn't so bad." The boy on the phone assured her. "Oh, I have to go now, Gos. Tank's waiting for me to get off."

===OoooOoooOooo===

Later that evening, Drake Mallard took Gosalyn's blue duffel bag and he began to pack her things to prepare for her stay at the hospital, including her yellow Whiffle Boy pajamas, her favorite games, her favorite blanket, some clothes, a few of her favorite toys, warm socks, a Teddy bear, her Quacktendo 3DS XL along with all of her Whiffle Boy games, her favorite comic books, her slippers, her robe, her MP3 player and charger, her homework and school books, DVDs of her favorite horror movies, some photos of her family, sports magazines for kids, headphones, some toiletries such as toothpaste, a bar of soap, some shampoo, a comb and hairbrush, and a toothbrush. He also made sure to put Gosalyn's name on all of her belongings.

"Dad, what is going on?" Gosalyn asked in a hoarse voice. "Why are you packing my things?"

"Gosalyn, dear. You will be staying at the hospital to get your tonsils removed."

At that moment, those words struck Gosalyn like a dagger in her back as she gasped in sheer horror.

"Dad, what'll the hospital he like?" She asked nervously.

"Trust me, Gos, you'll find out when you get there. Oh, by the way, I overheard your conversation on the phone with Honker earlier, saying you are scared of having surgery."

"Yes, dad. Yes, I am." Gosalyn began to feel as if she had butterflies fluttering around inside her stomach. "I bet they'll cut me open like a big salmon or something...just like those zombie surgeons in that late-night movie!"

"Oh, don't be silly, honey," Drake assured her. "I promise you, nothing bad will happen. It's just a simple operation, that's all."

"How do you know, Dad?"

"You know Gos, when I was your age," her father explained to her, as he scooped up his baby girl into his arms. "I had my tonsils taken out. I was scared when I had to have the surgery, too."

"Did it hurt, Dad?" Gosalyn asked, getting rather antsy.

"No, honey, when I woke up, the surgery was all over, although my throat was a little sore after that."

"By the way, Dad, if I'm going to go to the hospital on Friday, then how come you're packing my things right now? Today is Tuesday."

"So you wouldn't wait until the last minute, dear." Her father explained. "When that day comes, you will be ready for during your stay at the hospital. If you have any questions, you can always come to me or Launchpad."

===oooOooOOo===

Later that night, after Drake tucked his baby girl into bed, he began to pack his bag in case he needed to stay with Gosalyn at the hospital when Launchpad came into the room.

"Hey, D.W., what are you doing?" The tall duck asked.

"In case Gosalyn needs me to stay with her at the hospital, I'm going to need to be prepared." Drake replied. "So far, I have Gosalyn's immunization records, a list of questions that I need to ask, my driver's license, a change of clothes for overnight stays with Gosalyn, some change for pay phones and vending machine, money for parking, her social security card, her birth certificate and medical insurance."

Launchpad quietly peeked into Gosalyn's room to check on her. "Are you awake, Gosalyn?" the tall pilot duck asked her. "Yeah, Launchpad, I'm awake." came the reply. The little girl was looking so worried and scared at the same time, that she could barely get any sleep.

"Launchpad...how long will I be there?" She asked in a groggy and hoarse voice. "Dad says I'm gonna spend the night, but who will look after me?"

"Hey, don't worry, kiddo." Launchpad assured her. "I'll look after you, and so will your dad, of course, if he's not busy fighting crime as Darkwing Duck."

Just at this moment, Drake walked in. "How is she doing, LP?" he inquired.

"She's just upset, D.W., she's worried about what will happen at the hospital."

Gosalyn clinged onto her father in fear and anxiety. She did not want to think about having her tonsils taken out or the hospital, so Drake knew what to do in situations like this one: sing her Grandfather's lullaby.

"close your eyes, little girl blue...

inside of you lies a rainbow...

yellow, blue, red, blue and purple too...

blue purple and green and the yellow...

rest your head, little girl blue...

come paint your dreams on a pillow...

I'll be near to chase away fear...

so sleep now and dream 'til tomorrow..."