A Four Leaf Clover And A Shamrock

Lucky vs lucky

Shamrock opened his eyes, he was feeling very tired and cold. He sitted down, looking around. He was home, in his bed, his pyjama on. The curtains were closed, the closet in front on the bed and the tv switched off. On the night table, a box with pills and a wet towel. His favourite cat peluche next to him. He looked at the clock. 10 am. He slept for like 16 hours straight?

- Uncle Gladstone...- Shamrock tried to call him but this caused him a lot of violent cough. Gladstone entered in the room, asked him how he feels.

- Fine...- sighed Shamrock - I don't remember anything...just that Dugan...-

- You fainted.- Said Gladstone - Donald called me and I picked you up immediately. You've got 39 degrees of fever yesterday night.-

Shamrock laid down again. He was terribly weak. Gladstone bringed him water, that Shamrock drank in a sip. He didn't want to eat anything.

- I...feel like...something's wrong with me...- Said Shamrock, all one with the blankets - Like a part of me is gone...-

Gladstone sitted on the bed next to him.

- Scrooge told me everything. I think...I'm afraid that Magica made a spell on you. We have to figure out what it is. Now you just need to rest. -

- But Dugan! It's all my fault...I could save him...now he's lost!- A few tears fell on the pillow and Shamrock felt even more cold now.

- No one of us could imagine something like that. How could you? It's not your fault.- Gladstone tried to be positive.

Shamrock dried the tears and sighed again. He didn't want to ask how Fethry was.

- We must rescue Dugan.- Said Shamrock, feeling that he was close to falling asleep again.

- We will. Rest, than we will figure it out.- Gladstone left his room, closing the door.

Shamrock nodded, forcing to keep his eyes open.

- Dugan...I will save you...- whispered him before collapsing.

Gladstone was very worried about Shamrock. But now he probably have to deal with another problem. Something that probably only him can be able to fix.

Scrooge thought that he was close to an heart attack. All his best businesses, entire companies who stopped their collaboration with him for deal it with someone else. He didn't know yet who, but it was something that never happened before. Unreal.

- I'm ruined.- Said Scrooge desperately. He leaded on his chair behind his desk. 

- Failed. Killed. All my empire started a slow and horrible end...and my poor Dugan...-

Donald sighed. He went to Fethry's house last evening and he's so sad without Dugan. Fethry wanted to go to Magica's Cove that same night. 

Webby can't see him like that anymore. He needed to react. They all were needed to do it! Dugan had to be saved and the coin to be found! She called Dewey. They have to plan an adventure, right now. A rescue journey.

In the same time, also Scrooge's phone ringed. He first didn't want to pick it up but he changed his mind when he saw that Gladstone was calling. Scrooge asked immediately about Shamrock, but luckily he was fine, just very weak. Gladstone said:

- Scrooge, listen...I think I know what's going on with your businesses and I'm afraid that I'm the only one who has possibilities to fix it.-

- Oh, please and how!! You don't even know what work and business mean!-