Seeing Double
By: Demi4yah
Author's Note: Just a little hurt Mikey. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT
He was seeing double.
It was a split second of negligence. Michelangelo was snatched from behind by his orange tails, swung over a shoulder and slammed onto concrete. His head connected once, twice, thrice by the merciless ninja who first grabbed him. Then, lifted and shoved against the wall – head tagged again – where a thick, meaty hand clenched at his neck.
That one suffered the wrath of three older brothers.
Lying on his shell, on a rooftop with foot ninja scattered around, Mikey stared blearily into three – nine, no six, yeah six - familiar faces that were crowding into his space. He wondered briefly if they were in another alternate dimension because that would be totally awesome.
Their faces – all swirly, fuzzy six of them – traded worried looks over him. Donnie's face was grave as he pressed in closer, and shined a light over his eyes. Mikey just wished he could focus on one purple banded brother at a time.
"This shouldn't have happened." Leo felt the responsibility of his brothers' well-being – especially Michelangelo's - fall even heavier upon his shoulders. He snarled something fierce, gripping the handles of his katana blades and glared down at the motionless bodies of the foot clan.
Raph scoffed, insults at the tip of his tongue, ready to spit like venom. He thought better of it. The way Leo's moods were now-a-days, "We were overwhelmed, fearless, by foot."
"He has a severe concussion, and a knot on the back of his head." Donnie said as he finished bandaging up his younger brother.
They loaded him into the battle shell.
"Woah... dudes." Mikey moaned as he blinked sluggishly. "Two Donnie's… two of all, of all you," his eyes went cross ways, and he stretched out a wavering hand to where he thought one of the two Raph's were. Two! "Not two 'o you… one's 'nough…" Both reds, reached out, but only one made actual physical contact.
"I'm the one and only. Just don't fall asleep on me, chucklehead." Raph gripped his shaking hand. Mikey swallowed down the nausea in the pit of his stomach, because his hot headed brother actually sounded terrified when he said those words.
"No sleep… head hurts… double… really really bright, 'n loud." Mikey sighed when the back of the battle shell was flooded in darkness. The tension in his head throbbed in slight relief. "Better…" he murmured softly, trying – but not very hard – to fight off sleep.
He heard the engine rev and the jolt of their ride suddenly going faster as they headed home.
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