You must read "Don't Die On Me" or else you won't understand what's going on.
Once again, no incest is intended.
And FFN keeps making me change the chapter titles.
Original: He's Dead Because Of You (Scrooge and Louie)
The ticking clock could be heard as silence hung in the air. Huey and Dewey had excused themselves out of the hospital. Meanwhile, Scrooge sat in one of the waiting chairs, staring at the floor. Louie stood next to him, a scowl on his face. Launchpad sat on the other side of Scrooge, sniffling.
Launchpad stood up suddenly and walked out with haste. That left the old adventurer and the youngest of the triplets.
"So," Scrooge said, finally deciding to break the silence, "I imagine you must feel bad about your Uncle."
Louie turned to face Scrooge with a venomous look. "Yea," he said with hostility.
Scrooge sighed. "What's wrong, lad? Why are you mad?"
"Because of you!" Louie snapped. Scrooge flinched before contorting a face of
offense.
"Excuse me?" Scrooge said. "Why are you mad at me?"
"Because it's all your fault!" Louie yelled.
"Hey, don't yell. We're at a hospital-"
"I don't care!" Louie said, interrupting his great uncle.
"The door busted off and the seatbelt broke!" Scrooge explained.
"You could've caught him!" Louie said.
"We're glad we found him! That's better than nothing!" Scrooge said.
"He's dead because of you!"
Silence.
For the first time in Louie's life, the old man had a few tears in his eyes.
"W… What?" he said, weak.
That's when a nurse came walking out.
"Mr. McDuck, your nephew's chance of survival is low. We'll need a blood transfusion. Do you know anyone who has type O blood?"
Scrooge and Louie stared at each other. Louie turned around to face the few people who were sitting in the room.
"Does anyone here have type O blood?" he yelled.
Everyone looked at each other. No one seemed to volunteer. Tears began welling up in his eyes.
Suddenly, someone stood up. The duck came walking up to the small group. She was decked from top to bottom in mauve purple with a hint of pastel yellow.
"I'm blood type O," she proclaimed. "I was coming by to do that for the blood bank, actually."
The nurse turned to the lady. "Ma'am, are you sure you want to donate to someone you do not know at this instant?"
The lady looked over at Scrooge and then looked down at Louie. She nodded. "Yes, I am sure."
"Thank you so much!" Louie cheered.
Scrooge stuck his hand out. "Yes, thank you. What's your name, by the way?"
"The name's Daisy."