"W, Webby." Dewey choked out.
He reached out a shaky hand and cupped her left cheek in his, lightly brushing a thumb across it caressing it slightly.
"It -. It's me... It's Dewey."
A loud noise made both him and Webby jump.
Dewey looked behind him at the doctor who's beady little eyes narrowed at them.
"I see..." She said, the loud noise they heard was the clipboard being slammed down on a slab table nearby. "So... You are Dewey Duck." She seethed.
"Um..." Dewey looked from Webby, who looked back blankly at him, then back at the doctor. "Yes?" He said, uncertainly.
"You're the one who gave my little pumpkin such a hard time as a kid." Doctor Jenkins told him, as she strolled up to him.
Dewey squinted his eyes at her.
"I gave him a hard time?" Dewey replied.
He backed up against Webby's bed his arms spread out protecting Webby as Dr. Jenkins loomed over him, a gleam in her eyes.
"That time you two went to the same camp?" Dr. Jenkins snapped at him. "Remember? You put snakes in his bed. You played horrible pranks on him that entire summer! He wrote to me ya know, telling me all the horrible things you've done to him. Then -." She stopped rambling and tears started to swell up in her eyes. "Then he wrote to me one last time... One last time before he drowned himself in that lake! Don't tell me you don't remember!" She shrieked at him.
Webby looked at the blue clad boy in front of her.
This boy did all that to a kid?
Why?
What could have complied this boy to become a bully to someone so badly that he was killed because of it?
Could this boy be the reason she was in this hospital bed too?
Webby's heart thudded hard against her chest as she started to panic. The heart monitor next to her started to beep faster rather then slower making Dewey glanced over at it, then, at her. He seemed to be worried about her for some reason Webby didn't understand.
Did -.
Did this boy like her?
Why?
What does this boy mean to her?
Webby wished she knew.
"D, Dr. Jenkins. Why don't we take this outside and, and talk?" Dewey tried, not wanting to cause a scene in front of Webby, who had a look of panic and fear on her face.
"Oh. I don't think so." Dr. Jenkins snickered. She quickly drew out a knife and before either Dewey or Webby could do so much as scream Dr. Jenkins pushed Dewey aside roughly and came at Webby, Dewey was knocked to the ground, he heard Webby try to scream but it quickly became muffled and when Dewey looked Dr.Jenkins had clamped a hand over her mouth and pressed the knife to her throat.
Webby struggled underneath the woman who had a look of loathing in her eyes and revenge on her face.
Dewey struggled to get up and rush at them but it was too late.
Dr. Jenkins had sliced Webby's throat.
Blood seeped out of her neck, and as Dewey stood frozen, staring at Webby in shock. Webby stared at the boy in front of him her eyes wide with fear as she felt her body go limp. Dewey quickly looked around and spotted the fire alarm. He forced himself to rush at it and pull it down quickly.
Dr. Jenkins shrieked as water started pouring down on them and the alarm sound blared through out the building.
Dewey took that moment to shove Dr. Jenkins off Webby and to the floor. Dewey checked Webby's pulse by pressing two fingers on her neck, as he tried to slow down the bleeding. He sighed with relief when he felt a heart beat. It was very faint but it was still there. Which meant Webby was still alive, but barely.
His mind swarmed with what to do while out of the corner of his eye watch Dr. Jenkins get up and snarl in his direction, still holding onto the bloody knife. The knife dripping with Webby's blood...
Dewey's chest tighten with anger.
Webby had gotten hurt twice, and because of him!
The door busted open bringing Dewey out of his outraged thoughts.
Louie, Lena, Huey and Violet crowded the doorway and stared at the scene in front of them until the sound of Dr. Jenkins knocking something over as she tried to get at Webby made all of them jump.
"Lena!" Dewey shouted out first. Lena blinked and looked over at Dewey. "Get, Get the doctor!" Dewey shouted. He dashed forward towards Dr. Jenkins just as Lena snapped out of her shocked trance and blasted her blue magic fire ball at her.
Dr. Jenkins, as if she saw this coming, dodged the blast just in time.
She froze half-way towards Webby who was staring at the rest in the doorway, and without any added pressure her blood started to drip from her neck and onto the sheets soaking it.
"You messed with the wrong Duck family!" Dewey growled at her, and brawled his hand into a fist as he continued to rush at her.
He almost connected his fist with her face but she only snickered at him, grabbed his fist, and twisted it as if his hand was made of rubber.
Dewey howled in pain and slumped to the ground, she bent down close to Dewey's face, her hot breath caressing his neck as he tried with all his might to get back up.
"You will pay for what you done to my family." Dr. Jenkins hissed in Dewey's ear and before either of them could do anything Dr. Jenkins took a running jump out of the window from the fourth story floor of the hospital.
Dewey, Louie, and Lena rushed over to the window as Lena tried throwing as many magical fireballs as she can at the lady (only to miss a lot by a mile) as she ran into the woods nearby. Huey rushed over to tend to Webby the best he can while Violet went to quickly find another, more, trustworthy, doctor or nurse, or anyone who could help.
Dewey stared out the window, trembling and shaking with anger and fear.
His past coming back to haunt him.
Louie glanced over at his over brother and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Dewey?" He whispered, making Dewey blink and look over at him. "What did she mean? When she said she'll make you pay for what you did?"
Dewey's left eye twitched. He knew what was coming next and he braced himself for it. Not knowing how to answer the question he knew was coming.
"What did you do?" Louie asked, his eyes narrowed at Dewey and as his hand left his shoulder, he crossed his arms. Lena tilting her head to look at him for an answer as well.
"I -." Dewey began, but a gurgle sound came from Webby and a cry escaped Huey's beak making all three of them look over at them.
"Guys. We've got a big problem." Huey choked out.
They didn't have a problem.
What they had was worse then a problem.
What they had was trouble,
the only thing Dewey knew how to make.