Donald cleaned himself up a bit. He sighed tiredly, he kept reminding himself that it was for the best of his family. Sure it was a bit painful but it's okay as long Della stayed alive to see her future kids. He was willing to pay the price. Donald walked drowsily to his bed, hitting the front-face on the bed once he was close enough. By this pace, he'll be the dead one instead. "Hey, Don are you sure you're okay?" Della asked with concern. "Don't worry Dells I'm fine. You can use the bathroom first" Donald said, drained. "Okay if you say so Don" Della said leaving to the bathroom, leaving Donald to himself. He started wishing that Della could be less reckless. After all, he wouldn't have to put himself in constant danger if it weren't for Della always putting herself in danger. But then he reminded himself that he shouldn't get worked up about something as silly as this. All he needed to do is to keep Della alive long enough, it shouldn't be too hard to do, right?. What was he thinking? It's already impossible to keep her in one piece. Now he has full responsibility on keeping her alive?! Well, it has only been a while since he had gotten that note, and she was still alive. That had to do something. Right?