Dewey stayed outside while Huey and Violet talked. He leaned up against the wall near the opened door and listened in on their conversation, as he looked around the hospital.

He was beginning to feel like a celebrity around these places. He didn't even have to mention his name or job to the nurses or doctors as they passed him, they merely nodded in his direction.

Dewey didn't have to hide the fact he was the Grim Reaper in places like this. It seemed to be an everyday thing around here to see a deity like him to walk the halls were death lurked around every corner.

Literally.

He had only been the Grim Reaper for a short time. Had been a quick learner when Hades had trained him in the Underworld (what had seemed like months of training, turned out to only be a few hours in the mortal world for Dewey), and he was starting to have mixed feeling about the job itself.

He missed Webby.

Missed his family.

He wished he could do more to help them but that would mean he would would be breaking even more rules.

He can't just cease to exist. Not just yet. Not after all he's been through. He owed that much to Webby. Huey, and Louie...

Dewey shifted inside his robe and pulled out a small black box and opened it up, a diamond encrusted ring was nestled on a tiny red pillow inside.

He didn't know if Webby would, or could, marry him now, after what he put her through, what he's putting her through now. But it was the only thing that was fueling him not to mess any of this up and get back to her.

Even, Even if she said no.

It would still be all worth it.

For him.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" Huey shouted out, making Dewey jump. He poked his head in and saw Violet smiling sheepishly at him. Scrooge was beaming at the two of them, and Dewey rolled his eyes. "I, I kind of knew it was something like that already." Huey was saying as Dewey walked back inside the room.

"Y, You did?" Violet asked, blinking in surprise.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Vi -. But you are kind of easy to read." Dewey said, cutting into the conversation.

Huey and Violet glanced over at him.

"You knew?" Huey asked, eyes narrowing at him.

Dewey seeing Huey getting upset said,

"Just recently." Dewey replied quickly. He glanced over at Violet who quickly took Huey's hand in hers to try and calm him down.

"I told him not to tell anyone." Violet told him.

Huey looked back at her.

"It was kind of an accident he found out." She continued. She glanced over at Dewey.

"Okay, I guess I can see that." Huey said.

Dewey felt a twist of quilt. He knew Huey was thinking how Dewey kept a secret from him and Louie about their Mom. Huey was think this was that all over again.

"How is it that you found out?" Huey asked, curiously.

"I can sense souls remember?" Dewey told him. "Lost, Damned, and even," He paused and beamed at them, "made."

Huey, Violet and Scrooge stared at him.

"You also eat souls." Violet reminded him.

"Yeah, well, that's the down side to this job." Dewey said, making a sour face.

"What does a soul taste like, anyhow?" Huey wondered out loud.

Dewey scoffed.

"Like Louie's Diet Pep, but way worse." Dewey told him.

"Speaking of Louie." Huey said, as a nurse came in to check on Scrooge's and Violet's IV's.

The nurse nodded towards Dewey who gave her a small smile and wave, letting her know he wasn't here for any of them. She seemed relieved by that and smiled back at him before jotting something down on her clipboard and quickly leaving the room.

Scrooge lifted an eyebrow at his blue clad great-nephew but didn't say anything. For someone who is literally death. Dewey was awfully cheery about it.

It rubbed Scrooge the wrong way.

Though, on the other hand, was stood by what he said when he told him he was proud. No matter what.

"You heard from him?" Huey asked nervously.

"You mean is he..." Dewey said, in a calm voice. Huey nodded. "No. He isn't dead." Dewey told him.

Huey let out his breath that he hadn't realized he was holding.

"Hold up. What's wrong with Louie?" Scrooge asked with concern.

Huey and Dewey looked at each other.

"Nothing you need to worry about, Violet." Huey said, lifting her hand to kiss it tenderly. "You need rest."

Violet opened her mouth to protest, but Scrooge cleared his throat making all three of them look over at him.

"I have yet to understand what is going on, for I was locked away in that forsaken cell with Violet, but, I am here to help, regardless of my circumstances." He told them, in a firm voice.

Scrooge looked directly at Dewey when he said the last line.

"We know, Uncle Scrooge -." Huey began, then, realized what was just said, glared over at Dewey. "What, what -? Dewey, what does he mean by that?!" He asked.

"N, Nothing, Huey. It 's -." Dewey began, as he slowly started to back out of the room. Huey wasn't having it. He left Violet's side and started walking up to Dewey, glaring at him.

He's had enough secrets from his younger brother.

It all ends now.

"Dewey..." Huey began, his jaw clinched and his hands bawled into fists. Dewey looked quickly over at Violet who had a terrified look on her face. She knew all to well what Dewey was trying to tell her through the look on his face.

Huey was about to loose it.

Just like back at Darkwing Duck's lair.

Of course, Dewey could probably take Huey on as Duke, no problem, but he wasn't about too. First off, Huey was his brother, second, Violet and Scrooge shouldn't be subjected to fighting right now, and third, it would be breaking even more rules.

"Calm down, Huey." Dewey tried, as he was just half-way out of their hospital room.

"Tell me, what he meant!" Huey shouted at him, making Dewey flinch.

Dewey opened his mouth to give in and tell him, but, a loud pop sounded and a floating list appeared between them, making Dewey sigh with relief.

He quickly grabbed it and read what was on it.

His next victim was written down in Hades handwriting across the golden scroll, that, thankfully, only Dewey could see. As he got down to the name his relief turned into utter dismay, and he stood frozen in the door way.

He could hear Huey talking to him, Violet and Scrooge calling out his name as he started to fade away, because once he got the contact he was suppose to dispose of he would be whisked away to that location.

He looked one more time at Huey, tears in his eyes, and that made Huey's angry expression turn to sudden fear and worry. Huey reached out a hand to grab his brother before he faded, to see what had gotten him so rattled up, but he was too late, and Dewey was gone.

"W, What do you suppose that was all about?" Violet choked out once Huey finally blinked and went back to Violet's hospital bed.

Huey shook his head.

He couldn't say, didn't want to come up with so many choices of what that could have been.

Duke of making a Mess had settled back down inside him, But Huey feared that he wouldn't be able to hold him back for much longer if this kept up.

Dewey, however, was being tugged towards his victim, and he was trying with all his might to figure out some sort of loophole or other means to not go through with it, because, the one name that was written down on the scroll was none other then...

Donald Duck.