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The note he leaves with the boys for his Uncle goes like this: 

Uncle Scrooge,

I held on for as long as I could, but I’m running out of time. Take care of the boys. I mean it. If you ever cared about Della, you’ll get over yourself enough to raise them right. Like you once did for us. 

You’re probably disappointed I couldn’t hold on longer. I don’t care. Since when have you ever not been disappointed in me? I’m tired. I’m in pain. I’m dying.

Everything hurts, Uncle Scrooge. I tried. I really did. I got a houseboat, I started saving money, and I even started budgeting just like you taught me. 

I’m putting the information that you need to access the boys’ college fund in this letter. I’ve left everything to them in my will. Make sure they get it. 

Before I go, I need you to understand that those boys are the best thing that ever happened to us. Della and I loved them with all our hearts. You hold onto them and don’t ever let the Spear of Selene happen again.

No secrets. No tricks. No trouble. 

They’re going to be just like you and Della. Ambitious, cunning, brave, strong, daring, and smart. Take them on adventures, let them see the world and explore everything it has to offer them. 

And don’t repeat your mistakes. 

For whatever it’s worth, I’m counting on you as much as Della is.

Goodbye Uncle,

Donald F. Duck

P.S. If I see any of them before they’re old and have families then I swear I’m going to haunt you and the mansion. 

…So then Scrooge hunts Donald down, drags him back to the manor and throws money at the problem. Right?

Even if he can’t find a cure, and he is going to try, Donald is going to spend his last however-long-he-has in comfort, surrounded by his family.

Scrooge is convinced that, if there is nothing the best doctors he can get can do, he has to have something in the Other Bin that can fix this.

Scrooge also tells Donald that he was always proud of him, because what was that ‘since when have you ever not been disappointed in me’ rubbish, lad?

…OR

Imagine the fear that grips Scrooge’s heart, the unimaginable terror that must have seized him the moment he opened the letter. He yells for Beakley and calls Launchpad, determined to get to the nearest hospital, but then he stops.

Hospitals are where you go to get better, not to die. He won’t be at a hospital so then where…?

And then it clicks.

He has Launchpad take him to the family graveyard.

He finds Donald sitting at his parents’ graves (because Della doesn’t have one or he’d be at hers) and smiling. He thinks Donald is spending his last moments with Hortense and Quackmore, but when he gets closer he realizes that Donald is already dead.

He falls to his knees and pulls his nephew’s cold body close. He cradles him in his arms and wails.

He was too late.

OOORRRRRRRRRR

Beakley is the one who reads it first, as she’s the one Dnald hands the kids over to, and she basically shoves the letter in Scrooge’s face in order to get him to read it.

Scrooge then proceeds to go into a frenzy, running out to find Donald immediately and calling everyone they know. When he calls Grandma he learns that Donald went back there, so he gets Launchpad to break every road law known to ducks to get to the farm. He gets to the farm to find Donald in his old bedroom, sound asleep and unable to be woken up. Scrooge rushes him to the nearest hospital, snapping at them to help him, screw the lack of insurance, he’ll pay for it, doesnt matter the cost just fix it.

And it turns out he needs months and months of therapy and round the clock care and hes in a coma and stuff and hospital bound and Scrooge and the kids spend all their free time at the hospital waiting for him to wake up and holy hell its expensive but Scrooge is willing to do it okay he cant lose Donald again flalfjslf

When I first read this I imagined Donald in some dark corner, maybe an alleyway or an airport or something. He’s nearing the end and trying not to concentrate on his almost unbearable physical and emotional pain. There are a few people walking by, but they avoid each other’s eyes.

Then he realizes someone has stopped in front of him.

He looks up, ready to tell some well-meaning stranger not to waste their time or for security to force him out. It doesn’t matter where he dies, as long as the boys don’t see him. His vision is a bit hazy (either from the sickness or lack of food, since he doesn’t have money and whatever, he’s going to die soon anyway, why waste it) but his eyes catch on a sickeningly familiar red coat and pair of spats. They could only ever belong to one person.

Donald flinches, ready for Scrooge to tell him off about dumping the boys on his doorstep or lecture him about not trying hard enough. But his uncle stays silent, save for the tears running down his face. Donald feels himself being scooped up by shaking arms. He’s far too big to be carried, but Scrooge is still sprinting across [insert setting here]. Scrooge is old, and out of practice, but he makes it to the car and collapses inside. Donald slides into the limo’s cushioned seats and when his head hits the window he finally realizes what is happening. The limosine is speeding and screeching across Duckberg at speeds that can’t be legal. Donald knows Scrooge is talking to him, his voice gentle but warbling with panic. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but he does know that Scrooge is sobbing uncontrollably and so is he.

Donald wakes up in a bed that’s more comfortable than anywhere he’s slept in years. For a brief moment he wonders if he’s somehow made it to heaven, but then he hears the unmistakable sound of Huey’s wails and wonders if it’s hell. He takes a minute to gather his strength and courage before pushing himself up from the bed. To his surprise his rise is met with cheers.

The first thing he sees his boys. They’re all crying, but Huey is full out sobbing. His heart wrenches, but then he realizes they’re beaming, smiles wider than their faces. Louie laughing, an unbelieving, crazy laugh. He has one hand tight on Dewey’s shoulder and the other linked with Gladstone’s.

Gladstone – Gladstone! – is here, standing next to Scrooge, which is unbelievable because somehow they get along worse than Donald and Scrooge do. Mrs. Beakley is on Scrooge’s other side, holding a little girl who is squirming to get out of her arms. A tall duck who looks rather confused but is cheering anyway is on Beakley’s other side.

Donald’s eyes slide over his family, and again, and again, before he can finally process the blossoming warm feeling in his chest.

It’s love, and pride, and so so much more.

It’s family.

His family is here.

Scrooge slowly steps over to the bed, hesitant, but squeezes Donald in the tightest hug he’s ever recieved. Again there are no words, just tears. He’s still in pain, but it’s bearable now.

Three small bodies pile on top of Donald, joining the hug. Beakley pulls Gladstone in too. The little girl hops on top, and the big guy squeezes them all in a surprisingly strong embrace.

With trembling arms Donald reaches up, ignoring how it hurts, and hugs them back.

~

Lol I wasn’t going to write a fic but here we are XD

Gladstone would definitely be there because if anyone can find Donald he can. And it doesn’t matter that they’re always fighting. Donald is is cousin and you’d better believe he’s going to do anything in his power to keep him alive and well. You can pry this headcanon out of my cold dead hands

Guys, how can I angst if y’all keep writing these glorious fix-its? YOU NEVER LET ME HAVE ANY FUN

XD

What if Scrooge finds Donald and rushes him to the hospital, there the family had gathered in hopes that Donald will make it through. And as the night goes on Scrooge separates himself from the boys and walks over to Gladstone. There he talks to him and says,

“I have never needed luck to help me achieve my goals but Gladstone, if your luck is truly needed, now is the time.”

And Gladstone agrees that now would be a great time for his luck to help them.

The duck family waits and waits till a doctor comes out of the doors. Everyone rushes to their feet, all awaiting the news.

“I am sorry, there was nothing we could do. He is gone.”

With that the doctor left and the duck family was now one member short. Louie was the first to break down, he grabbed Gladstone’s coat and clung to him with a grip of steel, his tears staining Gladstone’s coat but he knew that the goose didn’t care at the moment. This broke everyone as each duck’s eyes burst into tears. Beakly and Launchpad consoled as many of them as they could, but it did nothing. Because when Donald left them, he took a piece of them that could never be replaced.

😀