Gosalyn sat at the side of her soon to be sister's hospital bed. Their friendship had really come quite quickly, from the first day she met her, to all the questions she asked, she knew they were going to be best friends. So now, seeing Willow lifeless, not moving, not responding, not doing anything, worried her.

She would sing the lullaby to her every time Willow would cry in pain, besides, she had a promise to make to her dad. She promised him that she would not keep her thinking about the pain, she would distract her anyway she could. She told her stories, sang songs, told her about her days at school, which were less fun without her. But she had a promise she needed to keep, keeping her positive and happy.

As Gosalyn still sat in the chair next to her soon-to-be sister swinging her legs back and forth, in a desperate need to know what her dad was doing, where he was, everything, she kept her eyes concentrated on Willow. The poor girl that had been tortured, abused, threatened with death. And yet, somehow, Gosalyn knew she'd be okay. She had absolutely no idea where this thought came from, but she knew, she knew everything was going to be okay. People may call her delusional, fine, but she was going to stay positive, even on some days where it felt like she physically couldn't, she would stay positive.

The nurse from a couple days ago walked in to Willow's hospital room. Her heels clicking on the floor, as she went to go check her vitals. "You okay puttin?" She asked her. Gosalyn looked up, nodding her head as she looked over at Willow, who didn't make a movement. Oh, how quiet, too quiet. The nurse quickly left, after she'd written down Willow's vitals. From what the young duckling could see as she snuck a glance at the clipboard as the nurse wrote everything down, she was getting worse, a lot worse. And it scared her, it scared her to know that Willow was slowly dying and the only way she was going to get cured was if Darkwing gave up the city.

The thought sickened her.

Just even the thought of NegaDuck ruling over St. canard.

It sickened her.

Watching innocent pedestrians cower in fear at their new overlord. Watching homeless people get treated even worse, watching the higher class get treated like lower class, get the average day class treated like lower class. It made her stomach churn and do backflips all over. Just the sheer thought, of the yellow wearing dictator ruling over her city, it made her vomit. She was surprised she held out this long honestly.

Launchpad came in the room, a gloomy expression on his face. Gosalyn waved, "Hi LP, you okay?" He nodded. That was the fakest smile she'd ever seen. She knew Launchpad, she knew him, and that wasn't him. It was like he'd been hollowed out, like there was nothing left of him. Vivian couldn't be doing much better,, she could've probably been doing worse. From the small glances the duckling got of her, she seemed to be doing surprisingly well. She kept eating, sleeping at regular times, it seemed to be the other way around. Launchpad wasn't the one sleeping, he wasn't eating, it was like he was the worried one, and Vivian had to force him to eat.

Launchpad left the room, the gloominess not dissipating.

Gosalyn looked over at Willow again, smiling sadly. She wondered what was going on in there, in her mind, did it feel like a prison? Did it feel like an empty void? Was it nothing? She didn't know. And she supposed she wouldn't want to know either. But her mind must be going crazy, she might not understand what's happening, she might not even know she's dying, she might not know anything. And that worried her if not more than the thought of her dad being alive or not. The thought that Willow didn't know anything about what's going on inside of her hit a little different than the thought of her dad dying. Probably because she thought about that daily anyway. So the thought didn't occur to her.

Nurses came in and out, checking willow's vitals, Launchpad and Vivian came in to check on her, Honker came, and it was the same. Whether it was her vitals, a conversation, anything, it was always about Willow getting worse.

She wasn't improving, she was only getting worse.

"Come on Dad..." she whispers, unable to hide tears.

Gosalyn looked at Willow, taking her hand. "Don't worry Willow… We'll save you.." she said, squeezing Willow's hand tightly.

Gosalyn wasn't sure if she was lying or not anymore. She wasn't sure whether they could save her, she wasn't sure of anything, she wasn't sure if she could handle much more. Much more uncertainty, many more questions that would most likely go unanswered, most likely leave her with more questions than she originally intended, but all hope of that was slowly disappearing. Willow was getting worse, she could see that, she could hear it, through the Conversations she eavesdropped. Willow was getting worse, and it was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do.

A/N: Hey everyone! Nice to see you again in the dark queen fan them! Thank you for being so patient with updates! As I said, I'll update when inspiration arises. And so, inspiration arose! Yay? sorry this chapter is so short, this is all I had the inspiration to write for. Sorry XD