In Their World Now {Ducktales Reader Insert}

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(Y/n POV)

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" I heard a loud bang on my door, making me jump. I immediately felt sick as I rolled over to my side and looked at the door, seeing the kids run in and surround the bed. I groan and cover my face with my pillow, the light hurting my eyes. "(Y/n)! Come on! It's almost one in the afternoon!" Huey took the pillow off of my face, and I hissed. I pulled the blanket above my head.

The blanket was pulled off, and I was left with nothing to protect me from the cold. I curled up into a ball, closing my eyes tightly and trying to ignore the kids. They kept pulling at me, and I kept pushing them away, wanting to get more sleep so I didn't have to deal with this stupid sickness. After a few minutes, they seemed to realize something was wrong. "Uh, (Y/n)?" Louie walked up to me, poking my cheek. When I didn't react, the kids stood still for a moment, then started screaming and freaking out.

I covered my ears, my whole body aching as I did. The noise of the kids freaking out was killing my head more than it was already dying, and I felt like I had to throw up. I tried talking to calm them down, but they were too loud to hear me. Great, because crashing my pod, breaking my ankle, going hungry for more than a week, getting kidnapped and used as a flag just wasn't enough. Thanks universe, I love you too.

"She can't die! She's too young!" Dewey grabbed Louie's shirt collar and started shaking him, and everyone kept yelling. We all heard a bang on the door, and the noise stopped and looked. "What is all the ruckus about?" The kids ran to Scrooge, freaking out trying to explain to him I was sick and needed a bucket. Scrooge tried to shush them, but to no avail as he was dragged over to me. They pointed frantically at me, trying to explain that I was dying, but Scrooge ignored them and put a hand on my forehead.

After a moment of silence, he moved his hand and put it on his hip. The kids looked at him. "Is she dying uncle Scrooge...?" Louie asked. Scrooge looked at him like he was crazy. "Dying- no! She's only got a fever!" "Oooooooohhhhhhhh." The kids all realized their mistake. Huey opened his guidebook and started writing. "This is fascinating! Humans can get sick like us!" All the others rolled their eyes. "Louie and Huey, go get some rags with a bowl of water. Dewey, go grab a popsicle and tell Donald to make some soup. Webby, go get the fever medicine."

Without being told again, the four ran out of the room. Scrooge walked over to the window and opened it, moving the curtains out of the way. He then turned on the ceiling fan on high, and walked over to me. He sat next to me, smiling at me. "Humans do get fevers, right?" I smiled lightly and nodded, earning a chuckle from him. "Based on how our fevers can get I'd say you'd be up and running in about two days, but we'll have to wait and see." I nodded again, coughing. "I'll go grab a bucket, hang on."

I hugged the blanket, trying to get rid of the feeling of needing to vomit. Man, I haven't felt this sick in years, not since I ate those frog legs at that cheap restaurant. I rolled over to my side, wanting nothing more than to go lay in the grass and stretch. But no, I just had to get sick and stay cramped up in bed with this stupid fever. I heard Scrooge walk back in, and I felt the urge to cry. So, I let it out. Scrooge jumped as I let out a loud sob, and he sat the bucket next to me.

"Lass? What happened? Why are ye cryin'?" He sat on the edge of the bed. I kept crying, hugging my blanket. "I hate being siiiiiccccckkkk.....!" My voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk, but it felt good to cry. Scrooge sighed as the kids all came back in with the things they were told to get. "What happened!?" Louie yelled concerned, putting the bowl of water on the bedside table. Scrooge took the rags from Huey and dipped them in the water, then wiped my face gently and put one on my forehead.

"This can't be good, this has to be worse than we thought!" Huey frantically flipped through his guidebook, I'm assuming looking for answers. Dewey slapped it out of his hands. "We know NOTHING about human illnesses, remember!?" The boys all threw their hands in the air and started running again, but Scrooge stopped them immediately. "Quiet! Yer killin' the poor lass's head!" I wiped my eyes, sniffing and calming down. "I'm okay boys... I just needed a good cry..." All of them looked at me, and the kids sighed with relief.

"Now, you kids go downstairs and entertain yourselves, (Yn) needs peace and quiet." The kids groaned, but listened to their uncle anyway. Scrooge picked up the bowl of soup that Dewey had brought in and started to feed me. I wasn't able to get much down, but what I was able to eat was amazing. He then gave me the medicine and the popsicle, humming while doing so. After I finished my popsicle, he replaced the rag on my head. I slowly started to drift off to sleep, but before I did, I heard Scrooge say something. "Don't worry, you'll be alright.." With a smile, I dozed off.