SHADOW WAR EPILOGUE
There was a loud buzzing and ringing in his ears. Someone was talking but he couldn't hear, he felt like he was underwater. That's when he felt the pain kick in. It felt like someone had dragged him by his shoulders through all of Duckburg and back to the bin before throwing him and leaving him. Gyro groaned before turning his head to the side and feeling a mix of water and spit fall out of his mouth. He was pretty sure he tasted something like iron but he wasn't going to think of that. He coughed up more water still unable to move. Eventually he was able to breathe on his own as he layed there still not opening his eyes. He could tell it wasn't light out so he simply layed there unmoving. Gyro secretly hoped that he'd fall back into unconsciousness soon so he could fast forward the pain. His wish came true as he embraced the sweet numbness.
--5 Minutes Prior with Fenton----
They had done it! They had defeated Magica and he got his suit back. Everyone was swimming in the money ((or at least trying to)) except for Scrooge who was staring out. Fenton walked over, wondering if Scrooge too had seen a weird shadow ball covered in purple magic fall out of the sky during the battle. Fenton had just showed up when it happened, he assumed it was debris, but one could never tell.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He offered to Scrooge
Scrooge stared ahead, his eyes scanning the water. "Where'd he go?" He muttered
"Um, who exactly?" He asked. Was someone lost or hurt? Did someone get carried off by the shadows? Did magica still have power? Was there another threa-
"Gyro."
Fentons heart stopped as a sinking feeling quickly replaced the victorious buzz he had been feeling. "W-what?"
"He was flung into the ocean during battle. I didn't get the chance to see him resurface." Scrooge stated looking at the water.
Fenton felt his heart quicken. "Was he uh, was he surrounded by shadows and purple light?" He asked nervously
"Yes. Magica wanted to sacrafice him but that old coon couldn't tell if I was lying by saying he was a work aquaintence" Scrooge chuckled a little.
"..oh.." Fenton murmured
"I'm sure he's fine. Gyro's a lot tougher than he looks, and for what we give him credit for" he added before turning back to his family.
"Thanks for the help lad." Scrooge said walking away leaving Fenton alone with his worries.
Gyro had been the one in that blast. Fenton just assumed no one could survive it so it must've been debris. His heart rate sped up even more as he nervously walked to the edge of the bin staring at the water. Fenton shook his head, deciding to go down to the beach/shore instead. He'd probably get a better view from there.
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Fenton walked along the shore looking at the water out ahead of him hoping to see a sign of anything. A rubber life jacket floated past that looked like it could fit one of the kids but nothing else was out there. Fenton kept walking as the light faded. Maybe Gyro had made it to the opposite shore? Maybe Gyro went back into the bin and was down in the lab? Maybe Gyro was safe at home treating his wounds? Fenton hoped it was the last option but his gut said different. He kept walking, staring at the great expanse of water before he heard something. It sounded like a labored groan from another creature. Fenton turned his head curiously before he spotted a familiar shade of yellow amongst the sand. He ran over to it, picking up Gyro's hat that was laying on the ground. He held it close to his chest; It still smelled like Gyro. It also smelt like seawater, fish, and dirt but that didn't matter to Fenton. Fenton inhaled the scent his heart beating more as he felt calm for a moment. Naturally his anxiety returned and heightened but he had a new sense of determination. If Gyro's hat had made it back then so would Gyro, he couldn't be too far. Another groan this time quieter suprised Fenton as he looked around, spotting a hand upturned towards the sky. Fenton ran over still holding the hat, he slowed down as he got to the person.
It was Gyro.
Gyro was there lying in the sand, one arm up by his head the other one limp at his side, his body partially turned on the side. His hair was messy, soaked, and dirty. His feathers were coated in sand and Fenton was sure that Gyro would not want to wear that outfit again. Fenton looked at Gyros face, crouching down and brushing the hair out of his eyes. Gyro was peaceful almost, obviously ignoring the small amount of blood on his beak and the obviously horrid condition he was in. Gyro's face was relaxed, the bags under his eyes lessened and he wasn't scowling or frowning. Fenton felt tears come to his eyes as he smiled seeing Gyro in one piece. That smile quickly faded when he realized Gyro was breathing very shallowly, his chest rising and falling only once every 15 seconds. Fenton knew Gyro needed medical attention ASAP but he wouldn't be able to carry him himself and yelling wouldn't do that much good. Fenton stepped back a solid 3 feet before yelling out,
"Blathering Blatherskite!" As the armour came flying towards him.
'this should do it' he thought looking at the Gizmosuit armour on him before he rolled over and scooped up Gyro, carrying the man bridle style and grabbing Gyro's hat. Gyro's body was limp in his gizmo-arms, his head lolled to the side. Fenton looked at him sadly praying to God he would be ok. Fenton rolled back to the bin to be greeted by everyone, as Fenton held up Gyro, Scrooge's face hardened demanding Fenton take him to the hospital and Launchpad to start the car. Donald and Beakly took the kids inside promising them a sleepover in the bin and vending machine snacks.
--3 Days Later with Gyro--
There it was again.
That blasted buzzing/ringing sound.
Gyro let out a growl or a grumble or some sound to express his annoyance before realizing his throat hurt. Gyro cracked open his eyes just a tiny bit to see where he was. It was a room that was both familiar and oddly different. White walls, a small tv shaped blob, some steady beeping sound, muted colors, Fenton at the foot of his bed, sheets, industrial cleaning smell, closed curtains- wait, Fenton at the foot of his bed?! Gyro looked down more, unable to make out the details but able to see a tan blob with a yellow blob and part of a purple blob.
"Wh-hmmm?" He slurred as the blob moved. Gyro now saw two eye shapes as the blob moved more, it looked like Fenton was looking for something he had.
Gyro slowly blinked, trying to squint and see Fenton or anything more than 2 feet away from him really. The blob moved closer before he put something on Gyro's face, Gyro's vision cleared up as he was able to see around him. Sure enough Gyro was in the hospital, wearing a cheap hospital gown, with Fenton there to see whatever condition he was in. Gyro felt a sharp pain in his chest as he winced, Fentons face growing in concern.
"Sir are you ok?"
"I'm just fine" Gyro replied through clenched teeth
"You can't expect me to believe that statement" Fenton replied
"I can hope" Gyro responded feeling the pain subside to a dull throb.
"Well you should rest. You're not getting released until tommorow anyways. No point in faking your fine"
"But I am fine!" Gyro protested trying to move before feeling his shoulders hurt too and settling to lay back.
Fenton walked over putting his hand on Gyro's.
"I'm glad you're back sir" he said warmly
"T-thanks.." Gyro mumbled looking away
"I'm serious, I'm glad you're alive." Fenton replied
"Well, I'm not exactly. I mean, I'm gonna be in debt for years being in this hospital room! How long was I out anyways?"
"3 days" Fenton replied as Gyro leaned back groaning
"I'm financially fucked." He deadpanned
"I wouldn't say that.." Fenton said
"Well I would. Why do you think me and Manny gave a grade-A medkit in the lab? I'll tell you it's not company policy." Gyro responded, his mood sour.
Fenton looked at the door, "I'm sure you'll be fine. I can try to help if you want?" He suggested
"Oh no. No way. You are not paying a cent. That's final" Gyro said stubbornly
"Neither of you are paying a cent." Another voice said as both of them turned to see who it was. Scrooge walked in the room, shutting the door.
Gyro leaned back miserably, 'could this day get worse?' he thought
"Gyro." Scrooge said as Gyro snapped to attention.
"Y-yes?"
"I'm paying for this hospital stay, so you won't have to worry about that." He said with a small smile.
"T-thank you sir!"
"I'd thank your 'assistant' for getting you from the shore if I were you" Scrooge said nodding towards Fenton. "If not for him we would've lost our greatest inventor"
Gyro looked at Fenton suprised, a blush creeping onto his cheeks
"You have the week off while we redo the lab, if there's any additions within reason, send a report to the office for approval. I have a meeting to attend but,"
He walked over to Gyro, putting a hand on his shoulder
"It's good to have you back, son" he said before leaving as Gyro stared in shock
"Wow.. adoptive son of the richest duck in the world" Fenton joked
"S-shut up" Gyro responded
"Nope. And you can't make me" Fenton teased
"I'll take away your Gizmosuit privileges." Gyro replied
Fenton faked a gasp. "How dare you! After saving your life too!"
"Oh please, we both know you wouldn't let me die." He replied
Fenton sighed knowing he lost. "You're right.."
"Of course I am."
Fenton looked up at Gyro before the nurse walked in.
"Visiting ends in 5 minutes" she said before walking out.
Fenton looked at Gyro as they made eye contact, Fenton smiling a little. "See you tommorow?" He asked
"Sure." Gyro responded
Fenton walked over to Gyro before giving him a mouth boop on the forehead and leaving Gyro a blushing mess.
Gyro layed back in bed staring gay ahead. Gyro thought about that kiss for the rest of the night.
