So, what's the deal with them?" Gandra asked as she started applying ALOE on Dewey's back. Dewey glanced over at Louie and Webby. Louie had been placed on Gandra's bed, and Webby was applying a warm cloth over his forehead and was holding onto his hand with her other free hand tightly, staring at him with a worried expression.
It turned out Louie was also running a very high fever. Gandra had said that it was caused by too much stress. Dewey figured finding out about Mom was what did it.
Dewey hissed as Gandra rubbed the medicine along his back before answering.
"Don't know about Louie, he, he just showed up. But... Webby..." His voice trailed off as tears prickled the corner of his eyes. With what Agent Toxic's voice ringing in his ears, bragging about what he did to her, and the image of Webby in her cell when they finally came face to face...
Hurt a lot worse then the pain he was feeling now.
Webby hadn't said a word to him.
Hadn't even looked at him since they've came and gotten her out of the cell.
The fact that she at least let him hug her in the cell meant that she wasn't afraid or angry with him, and that helped, a little, but she just... Wasn't... Webby anymore. At least... Not his Webby.
How was he going to get the old Webby back?
"Webby was caught in the crossfire between me and Agent Toxic." He told her.
Dewey's hand gripped the table he was leaning over while Gandra went from the cream to bandages. He felt Gandra pause at that and could see from the mirror in front of him that she was looking at him confused. He shooked his head at her, not wanting to tell her about it. It was bad enough he had to listen to it from Toxic. He wasn't about to repeat it in his own words, with his own voice...
He'd feel just as dirty as Agent Toxic himself.
Gandra bit her bottom bill but didn't question it further as she went back to wrapping the bandages around Dewey's torso, waist, back, then left shoulder blade before wrapping the rest just below my stomach.
She then left Dewey and disappeared into her room leaving the door slightly ajar so that Dewey can continued to glance sideways at Webby and Louie, then came back with his F.O.W.L uniform. Dewey glared at it.
He had once been proud to wear the uniform, the symbol of F.O.W.L. Now though...
Instead of the windbreaker with the logo on it, Dewey just took the light blue t-shirt and slipped it over his head. He then grabbed an extra gun that Gandra keeps in the gun safe and cocked it. Making sure there was enough bullets then looked over at Gandra.
"Can you watch them?" Dewey asked, glancing back at Louie and Webby, then turned to leave Gandra's place.
"Yeah, but where are you going?" Gandra asked, Dewey had his hand on the doorknob and gripped it tightly before looking back over at her, his eyes narrowed.
Gandra saw the fire in the young ducks eyes and gave him a small smile. The old Dewey she knew was back.
"I'm going to see Mom." He said, firmly, then opened the door and was about to shut it when -.
"Dewey!" Webby blocked the door surprising Dewey and almost making him fall backwards. She whirled him around and stared at him for a long time before she leaned in and their bills crashed together.
Dewey blinked, his heart raced, and he had no idea what to do except stand there, like an idiot, until she pulled away. Her face flushed and looked away.
"Be safe, okay?" She whispered.
Dewey stood, dumbfounded for a bit, not understanding what had just happened, before slowly nodding at her.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," Dewey said, finding his voice. "Then, we're all getting out of here." He told them. He looked towards Louie. His face was coated in sweat and he was having a hard time breathing. "Keep watch over him." He told Gandra. "If Dad -..." He stopped, his felt the blood drain from his face.
If Lance knew that Louie was here. He'd be dead within seconds.
"I'll protect them with my life." Gandra promised. She quickly slapped Dewey's hand against hers, held it up, and squeezed it. "Promise."
Dewey nodded, took one last look at Webby as he let go of Gandra's hand and walked swiftly out of the room with only one thing on his mind.
Getting him, his Mom, Louie, Webby, and Gandra out of here...
Alive.
Dewey made his way down the hall, and up the flight of stairs, careful not to get noticed by anyone. His mind was still a bit foggy from the kiss he received from Webby, but he forced himself to focus as he made it to where he saw where his mother was being held prisoner from the footage Gandra had shown.
He paused in front of it, then, pressed his own hand on the keypad. Hoping that would work. It did, and Dewey breathed a sigh of relieve but that was quickly drowned out when he saw the state his Mom was in.
"MOM!" Dewey shouted, and rushed in.
Della blinked, then looked up. She had to be hallucinating right? The drug Lance had given her was bound to have side effects. Right? She had been feeling pain for the past couple of hours since Lance forced the pill down her throat. Her ribs felt like they were breaking into a million pieces, and her heart rate had slowed way down.
Why had Lance given her that pill?
She didn't even get to find out if she was pregnant or not before he did!
Unless...
Della's face paled.
Unless this pill did more then what Lance was saying.
Come to think of it. He did wait twenty-four hours to give her the pill. That had to have meant something. But with the way Della's brain was working at the moment she couldn't figure it out, and now. She was hallucinating her son, as if the hallucination could read her mind it said,
"No. Mom. I'm not an hallucination. It's me. It's really, Dewey!"
Della shooked her head.
Why did this have to happen?
All she wanted was for her family to be back to normal.
For her boys to go back to the way they were.
Dewey watched helplessly as her mother continued to cry. She had her back up against the bed frame, on the floor, making Dewey think of how Webby had been, in the cell, and a sudden thought just occurred to Dewey that made his stomach twist tightly in guilt and anger. He had been so upset about Webby, then surprised about finding out his Mom was here that he hadn't even thought about what it.
Lance.
He knew this whole time his mother was here and hadn't told him.
Lance knew why she was here, and what she'd been forced to do this entire time!
"Mom." He choked out, and reached for her.
Della felt the hallucination touch her. But... You can't feel hallucinations.
Della blinked again, and her fogginess from the drug cleared and her mouth dropped open when in fact she did she Dewey, in the flesh, kneeling right in front of her with a worried and concern look in his eyes.
"D,Dewey." She whispered, wiping her eyes with her hand.
"Mom." Dewey said, then eyed her up and down, and Della watched as he crinkled his nose in disgust and made a sour face. "What are you wearing?" He asked, clearly trying to make a small joke out of a very bad situation.
But it made Della chuckle wetly all the same, and Della knew, at that moment, that everything she has done, everything that had happened in the last couple of days, wasn't a complete waste.
