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Mikey Sick

"HEY MIKEY!" Michelangelo woke up to the sound of his hot headed brother yelling at him. Of course Raph had to be the one to wake him up.

The first thing Mike realized as he got up is how awful he felt. ' What the shell?' He totally was about to tell Donnie, but then remembered that Donnie was mad at him. So he decided to tough it up and go to the dojo.

Everyone was waiting for him there. Splinter turned to his youngest son. "Michelangelo it is nice for you to join us." Mikey put on a fake smile. He joined his older brothers in the morning stretches.

Soon it was time t spar. "Michelangelo vs. Raphael. Donatello vs. Leonardo." Splinter paired. Raph looked evilly at his younger brother. 'Uh oh.' thought the orange banned turtle. This was gonna be brutal. Master Splinter gave the words to start.

Mikey quickly stood up and got in a stance. Raph was the one to make the first move. He lunged at his younger brother' only giving him a second to doge the attack. Mike suddenly noticed how dizzy he felt.

Before he could do anything though the red banned turtle preformed another attack. This caused Mike to fall on his shell. He got up and tried to charge at his older brother. Then the dizziness grew stronger.

Raph though not very smart knew his little brother was having a hard time today. He brushed it off until he saw Mikey start to sway. He slowly walked up to the orange turtle with mild concern.

"Mike?" asked Raph "Are you OK?" He never got a answer because at that moment Michelangelo deiced to collapse. "MIKEY!" yelled Raphael. "Don! Get over here! There's something wrong with Mike!"

Donnie ran over to his fallen brother. " Oh my shell!" cried Don "He has a fever!" "What?! He's sick?!" asked Leo. Nodding quickly the smart turtle picked up his baby brother and took him to his lab. There he checked for anymore symptoms for Mikey's illness.

Raph and Leo waited patiently outside the lab with their father. Don came out 10 minutes later looking worried. "Hey what's up with Mike?" asked Raph. Donnie sighed. "Well He has a pretty high fever. Also he sounds like he's been having some trouble breathing."

"Will your brother be alright my son?" worried Splinter. "Yes he should be. I will have to ask him how he feels though to get more information when he wakes up."

A soft cry came from the lab. "Sounds like he is awake." Leo commented. With Splinter heading to his room, the three other mutants went to go see their baby brother.

Mikey was sitting up on the cot looking miserable. His cheeks were flushed a light pink, with his light green face looking pale. So to say, he looked awful.

"Hey Mike." said Don going into doctor mode. "How ya feeling?" Before he got a answer, the sick turtle's eyes went wide. He shot out of bed and dashed for the bathroom. There he up-chucked his dinner from last night.

A hand rested on his shell as he empty his stomach. When he was done he was left panting. He then was lifted up bridal style. His red older brother had him in his arms. "Lets get you better." Raph said softly.

"Come on Mikey take the dang medicine!" growled Raphael. " NO it's gross!" whined Mike.

When the sick turtle woke up enough his brothers tried to give him lunch and some meds. Of course the youngest turtle had to throw up the first and deni the second.

Frustrated Raph shoved the spoon in his brother's mouth. "Swallow." Mikey obeyed cringing. His eye lids started to drop. "Good night little bro. Get well soon." whispered Raphael tucking in the fun spirited brother as he drifted to dream land.

As Raph headed for the door, He swore he heard a soft, "Love you Raphie." before he left.