Hey! Roxy Goth here, first of all thanks to KitCat555 for reviewing the last chapter and to all those who have fourited and followed so far.
Updates may come a bit slower. I've been having some issues recently but I'm hoping they'll sort themselves out soon.
If anyone's got any ideas or suggestions for what they want to see [as long as they're not M+] they would be welcome.
See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.
27/09/2020
Mrs Beakley has fallen down the stairs. We were having tea and Beakley had finished early and wanted to 'get on with some work' so had left the table. With 4 kids and an brother/uncle who like to argue while they eat it takes a while for tea to finish, so I can totally understand her desire to NOT be a part of that.
About ten minutes after she'd left we heard this clatter from just outside the dining room and we all ran out to see what had happened. Our first thought was that someone was breaking it - after that fiasco with the 'freaks in orange' a few months back we've all been a bit jumpy - but it wasn't, it was Beakley. She was lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs hissing in pain and clutching her ankle.
"Granny!" Webby exclaimed, in horror. "Are you alright!?"
It's a testament to the pig-headishness of the British [no offence to actual pigs] that Beakley's response to clearly being in agony was a: "I'm fine, Dear. If I could just have some assistance getting up-" This was coupled with a pointed look at Scrooge, who in turn gave a pointed look to Donald, who hurried forward to help her up.
Obviously I'd never say this in front of her, but Beakley is a very LARGE women and Donald - strong as he is - struggled to lift her by himself so I grabbed her other arm and we hoisted her up. Scrooge got her a chair from the kitchen and she collapsed into it, brow drenched in sweat. "I'm fine." She said, through gritted teeth. "I've had worse."
"I don't think that's helping, Bettina." Scrooge said, as Webby's face turned slightly white. Beakley makes very few references to her past, but the ones she does never tend to be good. It's never 'I remember my dad taking me to get Ice Cream when I was your age' it's always something like 'Ah, I remember when I nearly had my eye taken out by a flying harmonica'
Or something like that.
Anyway, Scrooge called Gyro and insisted he come up straight away to look at the ankle. Gyro - just to clarify - is NOT an actual '$500 dollars, please.' doctor, but has enough basic knowledge of first aid to identify if anything is actually wrong with a person. He took ages to come during which time Louie googled 'broken/sprained ankle' on his phone and we decided that the best thing to do was put Beakley's leg up on a stool [with the rest of her attached of course, we're not monsters]
When Mr Totally-Annoying finally DID turn up it was in his usual subdued manner - I.E. kicking the door down and announcing at the top of his lungs "GENIOUS IS HERE!" - he had Boyd with him, who immediately went over to Huey and high-fived him.
Mr Sociable [one of my many pet names for Gyro] headed straight over to Beakley and asked her what had happened. She explained to him that she had only - only! - fallen down about five steps and she was absolutely fine and no fuss was needed -
"Granny." Webby said, looking up with big doe-eyes.
Beakley looked at her and sighed. "Maybe, Doctor Gearloose, a few pain killers. Ibuprofen or something like that."
So Gyro rummaged through the cupboards and found some painkillers for her. Then he broke the news that Beakley needed to rest her ankle for [at the very least] three days.
"Three days!" Beakley exclaimed, as if she'd just been told she was having her foot amputated. "I can't leave the house un-attended to for three days!"
"Beakley." Scrooge said, with a degree of fondness I've rarely heard him use. "It'll be alright. We'll help."
"Yes, I can help!" Webby offered, cheerfully.
"No!" Scrooge, Beakley, Donald and me said, at the same time. Imagine the havoc Webby could cause armed with a hoover. The world is not ready.
Once Gyro and Boyd had been shoved out the door and Beakley helped upstairs to 'get some rest' [Which I am certain she won't do] I asked Scrooge if he was serious about us helping.
"For a few weeks, yes, lassie." Scrooge said. "Beakley can't work and I'm certainly not paying anyone to take over. It's a few weeks. It'll be fine. I didn't get where I am by being waited on hand and foot! It'll do the boys good to learn some housework."
This is not going to work. I know it's not going to work. The question is when will Scrooge realise?
Anyway, see you next time Diary!