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“You know I make jokes when I’m stressed…” The Avenger mumbled, struggling to keep his eyes open. It was like there were tiny weights on his eyelids that were weighing them down, trying to make him give in to the tempting slumber that Gyro was warning him not to fall into. He felt so weak, even looking up towards the chicken was a chore in itself. Yes, he needed medical attention and he needed it now.
As much as he didn’t want them, hazy thoughts began to shine through his fading mind. If he died now, the triplets would lose the one parent figure they had growing up. Uncle Scrooge would have lost both of Hortense’s twins, and would have to care for the triplets himself. They wouldn’t even know he was dead until much later, as they all believed that Donald Duck was fast asleep in his bed. As unpleasant as those thoughts were, they were a good motivator to stay as awake and aware as possible.
Someone who could help him? Give him proper medical attention? It was hard to think of someone as he was becoming delirious from the blood loss. There was someone, he knew there was…. “Duck…Ducklair Tower…. I… I need One. H….He can help….” He managed to get out after some incoherent mumbling. His eyes kept drooping and closing without his consent, forcing himself to jolt himself to keep them open. They needed to hurry.
“I…I want…..I want to see my boys….” He quietly mumbled out of seemingly no where.
Ducklair Tower. One. Of course. Of course that would be the only place he could get help. Once again, Gyro found himself practically useless in comparison to the AI the Duck Avenger had teamed up with. Why was he thinking about this now? Gyro grit his teeth, mentally admonishing himself. How selfish could he be?
At least he had one advantage over One: his physical form.
Carefully slipping his arms beneath the Avenger’s body, he began to lift the duck off the ground. His vehicle should be nearby, so he only had to carry him a short distance. Gyro grimaced at how light his friend felt in his arms, blinking away tears as he quickly started to make his way to the Avenger’s parked vehicle. Instead of the trusty X1X, however, there was a completely new car. He should have expected this.
Before he could shift him in his arms, so he could try to get the door open, he heard D.A.’s mumble. Almost like a jolt of lightning, the words shocked through him, awakening memories that had lay dormant, forgotten. The boys. He wanted to see his boys. Donald.
“...Don’t worry. You’ll see them soon enough, friend. As soon as I get you taken care of.”
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