Donald One Shots

The Beach. Then. Now. And Always.

I sat on the sand watching the waves kiss the shore. The blue sky is vast and wide with a few fluffy blue clouds scattered there. I sat as I often did. Skipping therapy. A can of cherryade in my hand often bringing it from my lips to the sand and back again. I sat on my bag keeping myself steady or at least trying too.

I heard my phone go off so I grabbed it from my pocket it was my mum do I answered.

"Hey mum."

"Hello dear. I thought it best to pass along the news."

"You've heard?"

"Just now yes"

"Is he okay?"

"He's doing fine just resting now."

"Good, are they still on?"

"Yes dear your father has them on the other line"

"Make sure they tell him I said hi, and that I'll come see him once he's feeling better"

"Will do" she smiled before she hung up and I sighed a long sigh of relief that Donald was okay.

"Duck" he says 

"No. It's a frog" I told him as we laid on the rocks watching the sea crash into the sand and comparing cloud shapes "see his little Webb toes he's a frog"

"Then what's up with his head?" He asks sitting up a little beside me is both still in our uniform given we skipped school today 

"He's wearing a hat" I argued 

"I still see a duck. Wearing shoes" 

"Donald?" I giggled sitting up "are you even looking at the same cloud"

"Yes" he argued but his phone went off making him sigh 

"The time has come"

"Stupid fucking medicine" he sighed sitting up going into his bag and getting his medication

"Well it's to make you all better"

"All it does is make me nauseous and want to carve my own brain out the back of my head" he sighed taking his medication and laying back on the rocks 

"You are such a pessimist Donald"

"I have to. I'm dieing."

For a moment I paused and he saw my reaction

"Sorry."

"It's okay-"

"No. No. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a dick. I know you worry"

"I have to, getting calls about you getting dragged into hospital. Only natural to worry about you"

"Don't. You'll be happier"

"Well. I can't help but worry" I smiled leaning down to give his forehead a kiss 

"I know I worry you. When I go in," he says sitting up "half the time your the one I worry about being upset"

"You don't need to worry about me"

"Well. I can't help but worry" he says back for a moment he cracked a smile the first time I had seen him do so since he first got sick, it was quick barely noticeable but he pressed a kiss to my cheek, I did my best not to turn red but I think so did he.

"What was that for?" I asked and he shrugged

"A thank you. For always trying to cheer me up. My life's pretty fucking shit y/n. But… you make it mildly barrable"