"DW!" Launchpad cried.

Gosalyn appeared at the top of the stairs, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, what's going – Dad!" She slid down the bannister and leapt off the end, running towards her dad– then stopped before touching him. She didn't know where to touch him that wouldn't hurt.

Launchpad laid a large hand on her shoulder and she turned, burying her face in his leg. "Hey Gos, don't cry! Your dad will be just fine. He's just a little banged up is all, right Mr McD?"

Sniffling, Gosalyn raised her had from Launchpad's now-damp pant leg to stare at Scrooge.

"Aye, GizmoDuck found him in time," he said reassuringly. "Yer dad will be back with ye before long. Now, stay here with Launchpad while Beakley and I get him patched him up."

"Only my dad can tell me what to do," she muttered, scowling at him, but she didn't let go of Launchpad. Her dad needed help, help she couldn't give him, and if that meant she had to stay out of the way, she would – for now.

They moved towards the stairs, taking her dad with them, and she cried, "Wait!"

They stopped, but Mrs B did not look happy. "Gosalyn, your father needs help as quickly as possible."

Gosalyn scowled at her. "I know. But I have to say something to him first."

Beakley's face softened. "Alright. Just don't take too long."

Gosalyn nodded and hopped up on the stretcher with her dad. She took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly so she could pretend he was squeezing back. "Hi, dad. You're hurt real bad, but Mrs Beakley and Uncle Scrooge are gonna look after you, and you're gonna be okay, okay? And when you wake up, your favourite daughter is going to be waiting for you." After a moment's thought, she added, "And Launchpad. He'll be there too."

She waited, watching his face for any sign he'd wake and let her know everything would be alright, but he didn't move.

Her shoulders slumped. She slid off the side of the stretcher, her shoes making a dull thud against the floor. "I'm done now, Mrs Beakley."

Beakley squeezed her shoulder. "Your father will be alright, dear." Then they all disappeared upstairs.

Gosalyn just continued to stand there, staring at the floor. She couldn't fix her dad. She couldn't stop him from getting hurt again. She couldn't even make him wake up, and he always woke up for her, even when it was three in the morning and he'd only just gotten to sleep after working in a case for two days straight.

Two fat tears rolled down her cheeks and plopped on the ground.

She heard Launchpad come up behind her. "Hey, Gos," he said gently. "Why don't we make some popcorn and have a horror movie marathon, huh? Just the two of us."

She shook her head. "I want to watch Darkwing Duck."

"You sure? You don't have to watch it just because it's my favourite, we can watch whatever you want."

"I want to watch Darkwing Duck," she repeated more firmly. It wasn't normally her favourite show, but no matter what happened to that Darkwing Duck, he always got up. No matter how many times he was knocked down, or how big the bad guys were, he always got back up. Just like her dad was going to. "C'mon, Launchpad. Let's get dangerous."