Follow @Huey_Duck (Wrote Huey, Donald, and Carter's parts)
(I wrote Dewey, Louie, Scrooge's parts)
Huey smiled as he looked at the clock. School had just ended, and Dewey would be getting home soon.
After his brothers had left, all day, he was planted on the couch, watching TV. He couldn't wait until his blue wearing brother came home. He wanted to spend as much time with him as he could, for he didn't know how long he had until his condition became worse.
The red triplet smiled as he heard the doorknob jiggle, however it faded once he saw only Louie enter the manor.
Louie walked into the manor and closed the door behind him.
"Hey Hue." He greeted as he walked over towards his brother.
Huey smiled softly, grunting in slight pain as he sat up since he was lying down.
"Hey, Lou," he responded. "Where's Dewey?"
"He went to get some ice cream with his new friend, I think her name was Carter or something." Louie answered. He sat on the couch next to his brother.
Huey's mood dropped as he heard that. "Oh..." 'He promised he'd come back after school,' Huey thought, not noticing that his breathing had started to speed up. 'D-Did he forget? D-Did he... remember, but went anyway?' the eldest triplet's vision became blurry, and his head became dizzy. He tried to stand up, but once he tried to take one step, he fell to the ground, his body shaking a little.
Louie watched in shock as his brother fell. He rushed to his side and picked up off the ground.
"Huey? Huey, are you okay? What's going on?"
Huey looked at his brother in fear, even though Louie helped him up, his legs gave out and he fell back to the ground. "G-Get... Uncle Scrooge..." Huey closed his eyes in pain.
At the time, Scrooge was the only one home since he was looking after the eldest triplet.
Louie set his brother down gently and ran to his uncle's office where he knew he would be.
"Uncle Scrooge!!" Louie opened the office door, startling his uncle.
"What is it Louie?" Scrooge asked as he went through a few papers.
"I-it's Huey." Scrooge looked up and immediately went towards tge living room and saw Huey on the floor.
"Louie? What happened?" He asked.
"I don't know...he just, fell."
Huey looked up a them weakly, his body still shaking. "H-help..." he managed to get out. His heart pounded, every other time that it beat, it hurt him.
Huey whimpered as he laid there, helpless.
"Oh dear." Scrooge rushed to Huey's side and picked him up. "Louie, call your Uncle Donald. Tell him we're going to take Huey to the emergency room." Louie nodded and fumbled to get his phone. His shaky hands managed to message his uncle.
'Uncle Donald!!! We need to take Huey to the hospital! Come quick!!'
Donald's eyes widen as he read the text. He rushed into the living room and looked at Scrooge and Louie. He put his hand on Huey's chest and nodded. "Okay, I'll drive... I don't want to take any chances with Launchpad, c'mon." Donald grabbed his keys and opened the door.
Louie watched as everything happened. He followed his uncles and brother into the car.
'I wonder what Dewey and Carter are doing right now.'
Meanwhile at the ice cream shop, Carter giggled.
"How did you ever come up with that joke?" she asked between laughs before licking her vanilla cone ice cream.
"It's a looong story." Dewey laughed as well. He was much calmer now. He enjoyed spending time with his new friend.
Carter smiled. "See? Aren't you glad you came here?" she took another lick off her cone.
"Yeah, thanks." Dewey gave her a small smile. He looked at the small clock on the wall. "Well, it's getting late, and I should be heading back now."
Carter nodded as she got up out of her seat. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dewey." she said, giving him a smile before leaving in the other direction to go home.
"See ya." Dewey waved good bye and began walking home. It was already getting dark when he finally arrived.
Donald was there with Louie. Scrooge had stayed with Huey at the hospital so he wasn't all alone.
Donald was rubbing Louie's back gently, for the youngest triplet still had no idea as to why his oldest brother broke down like that.
Donald looked at the clock. "It's getting late... where is your brother?"
"I'm home!" Dewey yelled as he walked into the manor, he closed the door behind him.
Donald looked at his nephew and frowned, sighing quietly, not sure what to say to him.
"Uncle Donald? What's wrong?"Dewey asked. He looked around for Huey. "And where's Huey?"
Donald looked down at his lap and just shook his head. "He..." Donald sighed again. He wasn't able to finish his sentence. He looked at Louie.
Louie frowned.
"He's....he's in the hospital, Dewey."
Dewey froze. "The hospital?" He muttered. "W-what? Why!?" He unintentionally yelled.
Donald took a deep breath. "Louie told me that he told Huey that you were out with a new friend... he was expecting you to be home right away, but since you weren't he..." Donald looked at Dewey, hoping that he got the clue that his condition got worse because of that.
Dewey let out a small whimper as tears made their way into his eyes.
"I-it's my fault.....isn't it?" Dewey fell to his knees and began sobbing into his hands.
Donald got off the couch and pulled Dewey into his arms. He spoke gently. "I thought I told you that you needed to be here for him. What happened to doing that?" Donald asked calmly.
"I'm sorry, I was just so.....so worried at school and, and then I made a new friend and she wanted to, t-to make me feel better, so I.... I hung out with her instead of being here for Huey....." Dewey continued crying. Louie walked over slowly to where his brother and uncle were and hugged his brother.
"What's going on with Huey anyway?" He asked. That question just made Dewey's cries louder.
Donald sighed and shook his head as he looked at Louie. "Louie, your brother has a rare heart condition. The slightest thing that worries or makes him upset will set off a chain reaction. What Dewey did caused Huey to freak out and... well, you know what happened. And now, he's even weaker than he was this morning."
Louie hugged his brother tighter after hearing the news, he finally understood why he was so upset earlier.
Dewey began calming down after a while. He wiped his eyes and made his way out of his uncle's and brother's embrace.
"Can I go visit him tomorrow? After school?" Dewey asked.
Donald thought about it for a minute. "Will you actually go visit him this time?" He asked, not convnced he would yet.
Dewey was hurt by what his yncle had said before nodding softly.
"Mmhm."
Donald sighed.
"Dewey, look, I know that was harsh, but Huey was expecting you to be home." He said as he got up and faced his nephew.
"I know, I know....." Dewey looked at the ground. "I'll say sorry tomorrow."
Donald ruffled Dewey's hair gently before heading upstairs to go to bed.
"Is Huey going to be okay?" Louie asked.
"I don't......know." Dewey sighed. "We should go to bed, we have to go to school tomorrow."
Louie nodded and began going up the stairs. "You coming?"
"Yeah, in a bit." Dewey sighed once again and looked out the window. "I'm sorry Huey.....I-I'm so sorry."