(Cursing ahead)

The following morning Dewey woke up and went to the bathroom down the hall, trying his best not to wake anybody up. Louie sat up in his bed after hearing someone walking in the hallway. He got out of bed and went out into the hall. The green triplet saw that the bathroom lights were on and that the door was open. He walked up to the room, still a bit sleepy. Louie peeked into the room and saw Dewey looking into the mirror.

"Dewey?" He called out softly. Dewey turned towards the voice.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly. Louie shrunk away slightly.

"I just wanted to know why you're up so early, and if you were okay." Louie explained.

"And, those are two questions, you, aren't, getting the answers to." The middle triplet touched the wound on his face, wincing softly.

"Does it hurt? Do you want me to get Huey?" The youngest triplet asked.

"I can take care of myself Llewellyn, you don't have to get the nerd." Dewey scolded. Louie looked away from his brother, both afraid and worried.

"Dew-"

"Fuck off Llewellyn." Dewey turned to glare at Louie. The latter hid behind the door-frame at the sound of the curse word. Out of the three of them, Louie hated curse words the most. "What!? Quit being a little bitch and go back to sleep if you're just going to stand there." Louie teared up and ran back to his room, slamming the door behind him. Dewey's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. He covered his beak in shock. The middle triplet sighed after a while of staring at nothing and turned back towards the mirror. He had a bit of dried blood on his wound, grabbing a small towel and placing it under the faucet. He turned the water on and wet the towel, making sure that it was damp and not soaked. He placed it on the wound, trying to clean off the blood. "Ow, ow..." He muttered. Dewey heard a knock on the door-frame. He turned around and saw Huey standing there.

"Need help?" The eldest triplet asked. Dewey turned away.

"No, go away." He placed the towel back on the wound and winced quietly. Huey sighed and walked into the bathroom, he grabbed the damp towel from Dewey and put it under the faucet. 

"Up." He stated, lifting Dewey's chin slightly and moving his head to the right to get better access to the wound. Huey wiped away at the wound gently. "When you're getting rid of dried blood use a soaked towel, not a damp one, makes it easier." Dewey rolled his eyes. Huey sighed, letting go of Dewey's chin once he was finished. "Sit." He commanded, pointing over to a small stool in the corner. The middle triplet sighed as he did as told. "Seriously Dewey, what were you doing yesterday that's making you act like this?" Huey asked as he looked through the medicine cabinet.

"None of your business asshole." Dewey replied harshly, his arms crossed as he looked away from his brother. Huey froze before sighing. He turned around, some cotton balls, a tube of Neosporin, as well as a large bandage and some rubbing alcohol were in one hand. He closed the cabinet with his other hand.

"Alright then, if I'm the asshole, then why am I helping you treat your cut?" He asked, walking up to Dewey.

"Because your're an idiot, that's why." Dewey shot back.

"Okay." Huey put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. "If I'm an idiot, then how would I know that you to use this," He rubbed the cotton ball on Dewey's wound. "To get rid of the chance of infection." Dewey hissed softly, his grip tightening as he felt his cut sting.

"Son of a-"

"Don't, even try it Dewford." The eldest triplet interrupted him. He grabbed the Neosporin and placed some on his finger, applying it to his brother's cheek. Dewey looked down slightly. "Uh-uh, up." The middle triplet lifted his head so Huey could finish up. The red wearing triplet took the bandage and opened it on one end and placing it on the cut before taking off the other side. He put everything away and threw the trash in the bin.

"Why?" Dewey muttered.

"What?" Huey asked.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" The middle triplet asked.

"Because you're my little brother and I have to take care of you." Huey claimed. Dewey looked down at the ground.

"You don't, have to." He stated.

"Of course I do, and don't think I didn't hear those words you told Louie earlier." The eldest triplet scolded. "I need you to apologize." Dewey laughed rudely.

"Fuck that shit." He stated.

"No, Dewey, fuck you. You're being an asshole right now, and don't deny it, because I can see it in your eyes that you know I'm right." Huey stated. "Now go apologize to our baby brother."

"No."

"Dewey."

"I refuse!"

"Dewford Duck! You will get up from that stool, go to Louie's room and a-po-lo-gize!" Huey emphasized each syllable in apologize. Dewey growled.

"No! You can't tell me what to do!" Dewey placed his hand on the bandage and took it off. "Thanks for the help, but no thank you. I'm going out." Dewey walked out of the bathroom and into his room.

"Dewford! Where the fuck do you think you're going this early in the morning?" Huey yelled.

"Away from your bullshit, that's where!" Dewey walked back out of his room and away from Huey without another word. The eldest triplet sighed.

"He walked away, huh?" Louie asked, behind Huey. The latter nodded. "I should have approached him differently, it's all my fault."

"No it's not, it's his."