Hello!
This is my first TMNT fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to? But, I don't own them. I never have. I never will. (But I can dream)
Mikey paused in his training to cough, while Leo paused, mid-attack. He looked worriedly at his smallest brother, who seemed to be struggling to stop coughing. Master Splinter paused the training to ask Mikey if he was alright.
"I'm...*cough cough cough*...fine, thank you Sensei. It is only a cough. *cough cough". He said between coughs.
"Are you sure, my son? It does not sound like just a cough". Splinter replied, raising an eyebrow. "You shall sit out for the rest of the session. Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, you shall each fight. Leonardo you shall fight Donatello first, and then the winner shall fight Raphael. Understood"? He asked, not preparing to take no as an answer. Leo, Raph and Don smiled sympathetically at Mikey who went to sit next to Splinter.
"Yamae"! He commanded and Leo and Don began.
15 minutes later and the turtles came out of the dojo. Mikey walked further behind the others, his breathing raspy, and he felt rather tired, his eyelids drooping. He tightly clutched his stomach as he silently made his way to his bedroom, not knowing his brothers were talking about him.
"He is sick but he won't admit it". Don said as he watched his brother stumble to his room.
"He is definitely more sick than what he will let on". Raph added, nodding.
"He gets his stubbornness from you, you know? He always copied what you did when we were younger. If you refused to eat your vegetables, then so would he". Leo smirked, reminiscing the past.
"Ya can talk-". Raph was cut off by the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut and the sound of someone throwing up. They each sighed as the watched Mikey shuffle back to his room, a bucket in hand, ready if he was sick again and he couldn't make it to the bathroom.
They looked at each other before moving to different parts of the lair. Don went straight to his computer, to look up whether Mikey just had the common bug, or something much worse, because he couldn't shake the feeling like this was something that shouldn't be ignored.
After half an hour of not finding anything useful, he drained his cup of coffee and went to check on Mikey.
As he opened the door, he already found Leo and Raph in there sitting quietly. They looked up at him when he closed the door behind him. Mikey was fast asleep, a pained sort of grimace on his face. He was leant over the edge of the bed, not bothering to move after his last sickness spell.
"How is he"? Don asked quietly, so not to wake him.
"Not any better, you could say worse". Leo replied in a small voice.
"Yeah, he has this massive cough, he can barely talk now, he is sweating his shell off, but says he is freezing. He says he has a headache, but it's more like a migraine the way he acts about it". He said quietly, but then he got more angry about it and finished rather loud. "WHAT DO WE DO"!? He shouted.
Mikey groaned, and his hand went to his forehead, and he started rubbing.
"Wa'ssup'?". He rasped. His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy. He slurred the words.
"Sorry, Mike didn't mean to wake ya". Raph said. "Ya hungry"? He asked.
"Nuh". He replied, already falling back to sleep.
They smiled as they watched Mikey fall into a calm and peaceful sleep. He started coughing again, by the time he finished; he had a trail of blood coming from his mouth, sending his brothers into a frenzy.
Splinter calmly walked in and used a cloth to wipe away the blood. He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to the pillows, and started to rub circles on Mikey's shell. Mikey leant into the embrace, closing his eyes and resting his head on his father's shoulder. He breathed heavily, but it only sounded as if he had something stuck in his throat. It wasn't long till Mikey fell asleep in his father's hug, so Splinter gently laid him down on the bed, not before asking Leo to plump the pillows up so Mikey was sat up.
"Donatello, ask Leatherhead if he can come and examine Michelangelo. This illness is escalating at a high rate. Michelangelo is obviously in pain, and he will need help".
Don nodded and ran out of the room, and came back five minutes later.
"He's on his way". He said. "I explained some of Mikey's symptoms to him... And he has an idea on what he might have". He said, and everyone looked at him, not knowing if they wanted the answer or not. "He thinks it is the early sign of bacterial pneumonia".
There was a deathly silence before anyone spoke.
"I think we should let Michelangelo rest now". Splinter advised with a shaky voice.
"Good idea". Choked a voice from the bed. Mikey was leaning over the bed, bucket being pulled into position.
Everyone understood the message, and quickly evacuated the room. Not two seconds after the door had closed, the sound of vomitting filled their ears.
"Hello"? A formal voice said from the entrance.
"Oh, Hey Leatherhead". Donnie said, going to fetch their friend. "Mikey is just this way, but you may want to wait a minute; he is a little... occupied". He explained.
Leatherhead nodded, and waited a few minutes before entering.
Instantly, the smell of vomit and a hint of blood filled his enhanced nose. Nevertheless, he made his way to his friend, laying asleep on the bed.
Leatherhead did his medical check on Mikey. After a few minutes, Leatherhead finished his check.
He shook his head.
"Michelangelo does have bacterial pneumonia. There is nothing we can do to help your brother. He has to beat this by himself".
Wow this is the end of chapter 1, and I have no idea whether Mikey is going to die or not. Review will help me decide. HINT HINT.
