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“What was that about, lad?” Scrooge demanded, once the door was closed behind him.
“I don’t know , Mr. McDuck,” Gyro stressed. “I just...need time to process all of this.”
“Well, you better do it quickly lad, because you’re going to be a key person in bringing his memory back.”
Gyro turned around, eyes wide. “What!?”
Scrooge refrained from rolling his eyes. “What did you expect, lad? You work with him all the time, and is one of the few people who actually work in that lab, so you’ll have to help bring his memories back. Work wise, anyway. I might have to send down Huey as well, since-”
Suddenly, the door slammed opened, with an angry Gloria glaring at the two. Slamming the door behind her, she marched up to Gyro, glaring at him.
“How dare you just...leave like that! I swear, I don’t understand you. You see your coworker hurt and you just walk out? ¿Qué tan frío y estúpido eres? ”
Gyro stared at her, growing more anxious. “I...don’t know Spanish…” he said. But before she could yell at Gyro some more, Scrooge cut in.
“Mrs. Cabrera, I know that you’re angry. But let me handle Gyro and all of the work procedures. You go back in and be with your son.” She stood there for a few moments, calming down.
“Fine,” she said. “I’m trusting you, Mr. McDuck. Pero no confío en ese idiota pollo por un segundo ,” Gloria said, pointing at Gyro.
“I still have no idea what you are saying, ma’am.”
With a huff, and a few swears under her breath, she left, going back to her son. Scrooge turned over to Gyro with a stern look.
“Gyro, I know that you’re not that close to Gizmoboy-”
“His name’s Fenton.”
“I know you’re not that close to Fenton, but you’re going to have to try.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Gyro snapped. He took a deep breath. “I’m just afraid that I’ll mess up, Scrooge. I’m afraid of what will happen. I worked so hard to at least have him not hate me , and I lost all of that work? He’s going to hate me all over again.”
Scrooge was silent for a few moments, thinking. “Gyro, I can’t tell you what to do, or how to deal with this new situation you’ve found yourself in. All I know is, you’ll do the right thing, lad.”
Gyro gave a sad smile. “I have no idea where you get this hope for me, Scrooge.”
Scrooge patted his shoulder. “You’ve been working for me for many years; why wouldn’t I have hope for you? Now, go back in there, and talk to your coworker.” Taking a deep breath, Gyro walked over, and opened the door.
He just hoped everything would end well.