Go follow Huey_Duck (wrote Huey's parts)

(I wrote Dewey's parts)

Huey sighed as sat on the couch reading his junior woodchuck guidebook. He only got through one page of his book when he got uncomfortable... again. Sighing once again, Huey adjusted his position again. He just couldn't find the right position to read in.

Groaning, he let the book fall flat on his face and beak. "Why can't I get comfortable?!" he groaned again, this time louder, forgetting that Dewey was sitting next to him, trying to watch the T.V.

Dewey looked over at Huey and then back at the TV. "You okay?" He asked. "You've been moving around a lot."

Dewey sighed and decided to turn off the TV in hopes that his brother would talk to him.

"What's wrong?"

Huey lifted the book off his face just a little so he could see his brother's face. "Just uncomfortable... I don't know why Uncle Scrooge chose this couch... I haven't even read one page..." Huey grunted in slight pain as he tried to sit up. "I'm fine, though..."

He gave him a small smile. "Just... fine."

"You sure? Cause I think this couch is okay." Dewey responded, he sat up straight as he faced his brother. "You're not getting sick or anything, right?" He asked.

Huey thought about that for a minute. Was he getting sick? He felt his forehead just to make sure. "I'm not sure anymore, Dew..." he took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a bit rundown. "Do I feel warm?" he asked, looking at his brother exhausted.

Dewey reached out and touched his brother's forehead. "Just a little actually, you look tired too. Are you sleeping okay?" Dewey looked at Huey, he looked extremely tired. 'I hope he's okay, this is really worrying me, I've never seen him like this.' The blue triplet thought to himself.

Huey coughed into his arm, finally feeling his body shut down. "Not really... I've been feeling like this for over a month now, but..." he coughed again. "...it's never affected me this much before." Huey looked at his brother, seeing the worried expression on his face. He didn't know what else he could say.

"A month!? Are you serious!?" Dewey questioned. "How come you haven't said anything!? You need to stop being so selfless Hue, seriously, you're gonna end up worse than you are now if you continue." Dewey had began sitting down on his knees. He looked down in worry and slight disappointment.

Huey was taken aback. He wasn't expecting his brother to freak out like that. "I-I..." he lost his voice there. He wasn't sure why... maybe it was because of how weak he felt, or maybe it was the realization that Dewey was disappointed in him... more or less, Huey knew that it was because of both those things. The eldest triplet averted his eyes from his brother, scared to look him in the eye.

The middle triplet sighed and looked up at his brother. "You should probably get some rest Huey, we have school on Monday." Dewey got up from the couch and looked back at Huey. "You need any help?"

Huey kept his gaze anywhere besides at his brother as he just nodded silently. His mind not lost in thought, but lost in the abyss of hate towards himself for how he had disappointed his own brother.

Dewey put a hand out for Huey to grab and helped him off the couch. "So tell me, what is it you're feeling?" Dewey asked. He had been paying attention to Huey's 'big brotherly worries' through out the years to try and figure out what exactly was wrong with his brother.

Huey tightly gripped Dewey's hand, a bit nervous that he might pass out or something. "I uh... I feel dizzy most of the time... my legs will sometimes give out, and-" he cuts himself off as he almost falls to the ground, but he regains himself and keeps walking with Dewey's help. He continued. "...and my body will just be in pain for most of the day..."

Dewey didn't know what to do. He really wanted to help Huey, but he didn't know how. "M-maybe you just have a fever." Dewey stuttered. "We should get you to bed." 'And I think I should tell Uncle Donald.'

Huey just nodded, leaning his head on his brother's shoulder as they walked into their bedroom. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Y-yeah," he stuttered himself, "Okay..."

Dewey led his brother to his bed and told him to lay down on his bed and get some sleep. After his brother dozed off, Dewey sat on his bed, took his phone out and began messaging his uncle.

Donald turned his head as he heard his phone ring. He quickly checked the oven timer and picked up his phone, messaging Dewey back. 'What is it, Dewey?'

'Huey's sick and I don't know what to do.' Dewey messaged back

'What?! What symptoms does he have?' Donald messaged back.

'He said that he feels dizzy a lot, and that his legs give out on him sometimes.' Dewey sent the text then remembered something else that Huey had told him. 'Oh, and also, he said that his body is in pain most of the day.'

'Okay, so you and Louie don't know this, but Huey came down with this rare condition. Now, please don't freak out, but the symptoms he's having are because of this condition. It's made his heart very fragile.' he sighed as he sent the message

'I don't get it. Is he going to be okay? What do you mean his heart is fragile?' Dewey sent the message, his heart now pounding in worry for what his uncle was going to say next.

'He'll be fine, Dewey. As long as nothing happens the stresses him out or makes him very upset. His heart is fragile. It means that it can be damaged easily. In other words, his chances of dying from this condition are high.' As Donald sent the text, he gulped, worried about his nephew's reaction.

Dewey froze as he read the text.

"Die?" He muttered to himself.

'Is there any cure!? Please tell me there is! Is there like a therapist or a doctor he can go to!?' The blue triplet now had tears in his eyes as he looked from his phone over to Huey, who was sleeping soundly. Huey smiled as he slept. It seemed as though he was having a nice dream. Looking at him, no one would ever know that there was something wrong with his heart.

'Unfortunately, there isn't one, Dewey... it's incurable. Now, I gotta go check on something in the oven.' Donald wrote back before putting his phone away and going back into the kitchen.

'Okay.'

Dewey softly whimpered trying to hold back his tears. 'I can't cry, it would worry Huey and then he might get worse.' The triplet wiped his eyes before hiding under his blanket and covering his head with his pillow. A few minutes later, Huey slowly opened his eyes and yawned. He then looked around, not seeing Dewey.

"Dewey?" Dewey heard his brothers voice and quickly wiped his tears away.

"I'm right here." He said quietly.

Huey looked in the direction of his younger brother's voice. "Why are you under your covers? Are you..." he took a deep breath and put his hand on his chest. "...are you okay? Is something wrong?"

Dewey came out from under the covers with a big smile.

"Everything's fine Hue, I promise, don't worry about me."

'I hate having to fake a smile. It hurts.'

Huey smiled a little. "Well, okay... look, I don't think I'm going to be able to go to school on Monday with you... I um... don't think I'll be better by then..." he sighed. Huey always hated telling his brother something like this.

"Oh, alright, I hope you'll get better while Louie and I are at school on Monday then." Dewey laughed slightly through his fake smile.

'What am I saying? I know he's not going to get better.' A slight frown found it's way onto Dewey's face.

Huey's small smile faded as he saw a frown go onto Dewey's features. "Dew..." he started, getting out of bed. But once he did, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, letting out a small 'oof' in the process.

"Huey!" Dewey gasped out. He quickly got out of bed and to his brother's side. "Are you okay!?" He picked his brother up and craddled him in his arms.

"Mmm..." was all Huey could manage as a response. His head rested on Dewey's chest and he closed his eyes as he just laid in his brothers' arms.

"Can you get up?" Dewey asked.

"I don't... I don't know..." Huey replied, opening his eyes a little.

"Come on." Dewey stood up, letting Huey lean on him for support. "Up we go."

Huey grunted as he stood up with Dewey by his side. His head hurt as well as his legs. "D-Don't let me fall, okay D-Dewey?" he asked, stuttering.

"Why would I ever do that?" Dewey asked in disbelief that his brother would think that. He lifted his brother up and sat him down on his bed.

Huey shrugged as he pulled his knees to his chest. "I don't know..." he replied quietly.

Dewey sighed. "How are you feeling now?"

"A little better," Huey said. "Are you going to be okay on Monday? We usually eat lunch together..."

"I think I'll be okay, afterall, I have Louie to keep me company." Dewey smiled and sat next to his brother.

Huey smiled back and nodded. "Well, okay. I wish I could still be there with you two, though."

"Don't worry, we'll be fine." Dewey pat his brother's head softly. "You just need to rest, and also......" Dewey stopped for a bit wondering why his brother was so fragile and sick all of a sudden. "What's been bothering you lately?"

"What do you mean?" Huey asked, not having a clue that Dewey knows about his condition.

"Well, um, you look kind of stressed is all." Dewey laughed nervously. 'I don't think he knows.'

"Oh, um... it's nothing... just something personal... it's not yours or Louie's fault... that's... all you need to know..." he rubbed his arm. Oh, how he wanted to tell Dewey about his heart condition. But Donald told him that if he wanted to stay alive, that he should keep quiet.

Dewey looked down in worry.

'Aw man, I hope he's okay.'

Huey rested his hand on his brother's hand and gave him a soft smile. "I can see you're worried, Dew... how bout this... if I get worse, I'll tell you first... you can check on me whenever you want."

Dewey looked up and smiled weakly at Huey.

"Alright, deal." Dewey hugged his brother. "But don't lie to me when you tell me......it would just make me worry more."

Huey looked down as he hugged his brother back tightly. "I..." he trailed off. He was tempted to tell him about his condition, but Huey knew he couldn't.

"...Okay."