Obviously, Scrooge did not look well for the past few days.

He was getting weaker after the huge rainstorm that ruined their mining work for another week or so but that didn't stop Scrooge going out to the fields and mine for gold.

For once in her life, Goldie began to care if someone was sick.

Most of the time, when someone she didn't know was sick, she usually.didn't know what to do. She was no housewife after all.

She noticed after mining after a couple of hours that he needed a break.

Scrooge? Him? Break? He never needed a break but she saw him lie in a ball, having a coughing fit.

She stared at him in shock. Not only was he just coughing, he was having trouble eating and had a high fever as well.

He refused to eat yesterday but that would have been the fifth day in a row that he hasn't eaten. When Goldie accidentally bumped into him, he was extremely and unusually warm, like sick warm.

After another coughing fit, Goldie had enough.

"That's it, we're going home." Goldie said, dropping her pick ax.

Scrooge took another cough. "No," he coughed again. "We have another good 6 hours left. We can't leave now."

Goldie groaned. "You're sick McDuck. Stop acting like a child and go home!"

"Ah'm not sick," he said, holding in a cough. "Just a small cough can't let you go to work."

"That's not just it. You have a fever and you haven't eaten anything for days!"

"Regular meals are fer softies. Ah don't need food everyday." he simply replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Still you're sick and it's final!"

"Ah can't go....." he began to collapse and started to wheeze. His chest tightened as he tried to gasp for breath but seemed like he couldn't breath at all.

"Yep yeah we can't go back home now can't we?" Goldie said, looking at her fingers.

Scrooge shook his head as he finally regain conscious of his breath.

"Nothing to be worried about. Just a small fit that's all." he said.

"Mmhh okay yeah that's it."

Unexpectedly, Goldie curled her hand into a fist. She made her stance and punched Scrooge near the side of his face.

His eyes closed as he fell to the ground, asleep and unconscious.
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The next thing Scrooge knew as he woke up is that he was back at the claim in White Agony Plains. He was on his bed, tied up in rope, its strength beyond boundless as he tried to fiddle with it but failed.

Goldie came in with a can of beans in her hand. She opened the can up with a small creak and lifted the lid.

"You have to eat, no excuses." she said. She gave a small scoop and went towards his beak.

"Why am Ae tied up like this?" he said but was forced onto a huge mouthful of beans. He gagged but forced himself to eat it.

"Bleh! Ya didn't answer my question."

"Get some rest! You're pale, sick and weak yet you want to work which is worse! You have to take care of yourself Scrooge!" she said, giving him another spoonful of beans.

"Ae don't need a nurse! Ah'm not weak."

"Oh sure!" Goldie scoffed. "Why not as well get some medicine! Of course boys never understand! They try to act all tough in front of the ladies but the ladies end up doing the work instead! Nice lesson Scrooge!"

Scrooge just muttered as he chugged down another spoonful.

"Ah wasn't trying ta prove anything!" he said. Goldie just ignored him and went to the kitchen and brought out a small bottle and a spoon.

She took the cap off and took a whiff. Not the best flavor or taste but it will have to work for now.

She gave a small spoonful and came back into the room. Scrooge looked ghastly pale but regained a little color on his cheeks.

"Open up." she said, showing him the medicine.

"Than take that thing no." he said, closing his beak and shoving it away.

"I said chug it down!" Goldie said among gritted teeth.

"And Ae say no. Ah'm just fine and ye know it."

"That's it!" she came up to him, and forced his beak open. His eyes widened as he gagged on it.

"Bleh! Wot is this poison?"

"It's medicine tightwad! Be glad that we actually have this! Now get some sleep or whatever you sick people do."

Scrooge mumbled to himself but after Goldie left, he felt quiet good under the small covers under him. Thick and warm blankets wrapped around him, even though the rope was cutting into his skin. Making him hazy and sleepy......
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Scrooge woke up the next morning, his eyes seemed refreshed on where he was. He felt his hands and legs freed from their rope chains. He rubbed them. They seemed bruised but well enough.

Well enough. He wasn't coughing, wheezing, or had a high fever either.

He rushed to a mirror and his color was back again. He was no longer sick.

"Yes! Back to work today Goldie!" he yelled from the bathroom.

"Well..." she coughed as she came in the bathroom. She was pale, stuffy when she spoke and her eyes were red and sore.

"Back to work today eh Scrooge?" she said, not very clearly.

Scrooge thought for a moment. She did take care of him for all of yesterday and he might as well take care of her now.

He shook his head. "Not today Goldie girl. Ya need rest."

"But!"

He kissed her forehead and she said nothing. "Ah said get ta bed. Ya need some rest."

Goldie groaned. "You're lucky today Scrooge. I can't resist you."