Louie glanced over at Dewey.
Dewey sat in the emergency room with the rest of them, Lena, Violet, and Huey. Dewey was resting his face in his hands and praying silently that Webby was going to be okay.
After defeating Jormungandr Webby wouldn't wake up, and she was barely breathing.
Louie and Huey both rushed up and into the ring as the ground had closed up and was the fist two to reach their brother and Webby.
Dewey had been crying silently, and cuddling Webby close to his chest, and rocking back and forth. Louie's heart sank at the sight and he could tell by the look on Huey's face that was was just as concerned for them as Louie had been.
They had rushed her to the hospital, and they had been waiting for the doctor to come in ever since. That had been over two hours ago.
Not a good sign.
"Dewey..." Louie whispered. He poked his older brother lightly on the arm.
He didn't even bother to lift his head, and didn't say a word.
Louie glanced over at Huey who had a grim expression on his face as he tried soothing Violet who was trembling and on the verge of tears next to him. Lena, of course, was trying to remain the calm and collected one, and Louie appreciated that. He had a feeling one of them should be level headed once they get the news about Webby...
Louie felt bad for Dewey.
He had saved the world once again and now, he had to pay the price with their closest friend getting hurt because of it.
Louie was starting to feel like being a McDuck wasn't worth it, and often told Lena this. Lena, of course, would support Louie but...
Louie could tell Lena didn't like him talking like that.
Didn't like Louie's resent thoughts about running away from it all just to get away from it.
Lena knew all to well that, that doesn't work.
That it will only come back to bite you, and cause pain to your loved ones.
Huey, on the other hand, hated seeing his little brother so worried, and practically battling within himself.
Probably kicking himself for letting Webby get hurt in the first place.
He wanted so much to go over and comfort him.
But Violet...
Huey glanced over at her and saw she was trying to hold back tears. Her face was red, and she was blinking hard so not too.
Violet needed him too.
Huey sighed deeply and put his arm around her. Violet's muscle's tensed up for a moment, then leaned against him, and closed her eyes.
Within minutes, Violet was asleep, nestled against his shoulders.
That made Huey even more concerned.
Violet hadn't been sleeping well at all for the past few weeks, she had been cramming for last minute final exams, and working at her parent's restaurant in town to earn a little more extra money for collage...
(Violet was way to proud to ask for help, especially from Scrooge, though, Huey doubt that if Huey was to ask Scrooge he'd gladly help out Violet, that is, if he was in a money giving mood. Which he never was, so chances of that were slim.)
It just pained Huey to see the ones he cares about most to be hurting, he himself, was having inner trouble. Battling with the chaos within him was beating him up on the inside, as well as out, and Huey wondered how much longer he had until he too...
Exploded.
Someone cleared their throat in the doorway loudly, making every head in the room snap up and looked over at the doctor who stood by the door.
"H, How is she, Doctor?" Dewey was the first to answer, as he jumped up and walked over to him.
Doctor Jenkins looked from him, to the rest of the group, and back again.
She was a plump looking doctor that reminded Dewey oddly of someone, but at the moment, couldn't figure out who.
"She's...Stable... But..." Doctor Jenkins replied.
"But..." Dewey asked, urgently and a bit irritably.
"Well, she -." Doctor Jenkins hesitated, then, said, "I will let one of you see her, just to better explain the situation." She told them.
Dewey glanced back at the other five quickly with a silent plea.
All of them nodded in understanding encouraging him to go on ahead first.
Dewey sighed with relieve, gave them all a small smile and a wave as he followed Doctor Jenkins out of the room and down the hall towards Webby's.
"Um..." Dewey said, nervously, as Webby's door got closer and closer. His eyes stayed glued to the door, not bothering to look at the doctor as he spoke. "You, kind of seem familiar to me," He began, "Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked.
They had stopped at Webby's door and Dewey took that moment to look at the young woman who only smiled warmly at him at the question.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure." Doctor Jenkins told him.
Dewey's eyes narrowed.
There was something the doctor wasn't telling him. He could see it in her eyes. It was the same look Dewey's many encounters of villains and rivals did when they come across him and his family.
But he didn't push the thought any further as he pushed opened Webby's door and rushed over to her side.
"Webby!" He gushed, when he saw her awake.
Webby blinked over at him, with a blank stare.
Doctor Jenkins walked in behind him and quietly shut the door. Dewey was in invested in Webby, putting a gentle hand on her cheek and stroking it with his thumb, as he brushed her bangs out of her sweaty face, that he didn't hear the click of the door being locked behind them.
She seemed to be okay.
But...
Webby shifted uncomfortably in her bed, the look in her eyes scared Dewey so much his chest hurt as it tightened in fear.
"Webby?" Dewey asked, studying her.
Webby blinked, then, opened her mouth slowly to speak and what she said next made Dewey's world come crashing down around him.
"I, I'm sorry. Do, Do I know you?"