Yes, I'm starting yet another story- I can't help it!

This will be my first venture into Turtlcest- nothing major (no sex), but still.

Pairings will be: Leo/Mikey, Don/Raph

His first semi-conscious thought is that he's hot; his entire body feels like it's surrounded by scorching flames that keep licking at his skin. He can almost feel every bead of sweat roll off his body only to evaporate into nothingness a second later…leaving him feeling itchy and uncomfortable.

He's laying on something soft, he recognizes, and there's something else draped over him- a blanket? He wants to remove it, since he already feels so stifled, but he doesn't have the strength or the will to do so.

'Dude….what happened? I feel completely trashed.'

He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as he tries to remember where he was and what was going on, but even that small sound makes his head pound. The air seems thick and it's hard to breathe….his mouth is dry and his throat feels scratchy and swollen.

'Hurts. Why does everything hurt?'

Then there's another sound…someone speaking…but he can't make out the words. He's sure he knows the person…they sound familiar…but his brain feels foggy.. he can't focus.

'Wish it wasn't so hot.'

As if answering his prayers, something cool and damp is placed on his forehead. He lets out a shaky sigh, relief flooding through him as the dampness is brushed across his face then down his neck, soaking up the still lingering beads of sweat.

When its pulled away a second later, he lets out a small whimper as the burning heat weighs down on him again.

'Where'd it go…?'

He squeezes his eyes tight for a moment, willing them to open, and when they do he winces and closes them again.

He hears the voice again too…so familiar…reassuring.

'Did it say my name?'

The cool dampness is back and feels even better than before. He opens his eyes again, this time more slowly, and not all the way so the light doesn't bother him.

Things are blurry and he can't find the strength to move…but he can make out the ceiling…it's familiar.

'The infirmary' his mind supplies. 'Why here? Is someone hurt?'

The coolness against his cheek leaves and causes him turn his head just slightly, the blurred figure of his brother coming into focus.

'Leo?'

Leo is frowning softly..brow knitted in worry as he soaks a rag in a bowl of water nearby, ringing it out. He glances up and his dark brown eyes widen slightly when he sees that his brother is awake and staring at him.

"Mikey?" he leans over a bit anxiously, a look of deep concern on his face as he brushes the freshly damp rag across his brothers face once more. "You okay?"

Mikey's not sure how to answer, or even if he can, so he just blinks…still feeling as if his mind was fighting its way back to him, trying to figure out what was going on. Why did it hurt so much to breathe? Where were his other two brothers? Why did Leo look so stressed? And who turned up the heat?

"Mikey?" Leo's other hand came up to cup the side of his face, redirecting his attention once again. "You with me, bro?"

Mikey swallowed painfully and forced himself to speak.

"..L-leo.." His voice was barely a hoarse whisper, but the effort still left him breathless.

"It's okay Mikey. You probably shouldn't talk," his brother told him, his expression still worried, but a smile now on his face. "Think you can get some water down for me?"

'Water?'

Just mentioning it reminded Mikey of how dry his mouth and throat was. He gave the smallest of nods and Leo smiled at him and turned to grab a bottle of water off the stand next to the bed.

As his brother did this, Mikey tried to move and realized quickly how difficult the task was- every part of him felt like it weighed a ton, and it seemed to make breathing even harder.

'What's wrong with me?'

He blinked as Leo slid his hand under his head and helped raise him up slightly, apparently already aware of his predicament. Leo pressed the top of the bottle against his lips, and tilted it so he could drink.

"Here, Mikey."

The water was cool and wet, and he eagerly accepted it despite how much swallowing hurt his throat.

"Easy, bro." his brother replied. "I won't take it away. Just slow down."

Over the course of the next 10 minutes he was able to finish the whole bottle, having to stop several times in between each drink whenever he got choked.

When Leo eased his head back down onto the pillow, Mikey found himself exhausted, out of breath, and still oddly thirsty.

His heart felt like it was tying to beat out of his chest.

"L-Leo," he gasped, coughing slightly, and his brother brought the damp rag back against his face and gently shushed him.

"Easy, Mikey. I told you not to talk." He replied, not sounding nearly as strict as he usually did.

Mikey swallowed roughly and forced himself to make eye contact with his older brother.

"Wha' happ'nd?"

He watched as his brother gave him a confused and slightly alarmed look.

"You…don't remember?" he asked, brow knitted in concern once more. "Any of it?"

Mikey shook his head slightly…feeling panic rise within him….obviously something bad had happened…something he'd forgotten and…oh no..

"..Don…R-Raph," he gasped, trying to move- where were his brothers? Were they hurt too? Or worse? Were they..they..

"Mikey..Mikey, calm down." Leo replied, placing his hands on his brothers shoulders to keep him lying down (which hardly required any effort at all). "They're fine. Everyone's fine."

He calmed down at that, letting out a shaky breath, eyes closing briefly before opening halfway again. Everyone was fine…everyone but…

"M-me?"

Leo offered up a weak smile.

"Don't worry….you'll be fine." he said, his voice soft and sure. "We got into a fight with some purple dragons. One of them got you with a knife right here," he slid his hand down to rest on his brothers side, between his shell and plastron, and Mikey gasped involuntarily at the contact.

Leo pulled his hand away quickly, remembering how sensitive that area was even without the wound, and having to turn his head slightly to hide a quick blush.

"Anyway, the wound itself wasn't anything serious," he continued with a slight frown. "But we realized a little too late that it was.." he paused expression softening when he looked back into Mikey's hazy blue eyes. "They had put something on it." he explained simply, wiping some more sweat from his face with the rag. "It's making you sick."

Mikey distantly thought that there was probably more to it than that, but couldn't find the strength to question him, or even to think about it.

"You've been…in and out of it for the last couple of days," Leo confessed quietly. "You probably won't even remember this conversation."

Mikey didn't doubt him..he could hardly even understand what Leo was telling him now….and he certainly couldn't remember their fight with the Purple Dragons. Or being out for two days?? It didn't make sense…he blamed it partially on the heat…how could anyone think straight in all this heat…?

He gasped and jerked slightly as an unknown pain over took his body.

"H-hurts.."

"Sshh, Mikey…I know, I know," his brother whispered, brushing the rag across his face. "It'll be over soon- Don's working on something right now. Just hang in there, you'll be fine."

"..s-sure..?" he asked, blinking up at his brother, an unknown fear gripping his rapidly beating heart. "Feel like….on f-fire…so h-hot."

"Mikey, listen to me."

That tone of voice, so certain, caused Mikey to focus on his brother again as he placed both hands on the sides of Mikey's face. "Have I ever lied to you before?"

Mikey blinked, staring into Leo's deep brown eyes. "N-no…n-never."

"Right." his brother sighed, his expression softening into a smile. "Then trust me, Mikey….you're going to be fine. I promise."

Mikey sighed as he felt Leo's thumbs gently stroke against his face, his hands felt cool from having handled the damp rag for so long, and the motion was comforting.

"..kay.."

He reluctantly felt his eyes begin to close…he didn't want to go back to sleep and forget…he wanted to stay there with Leo where he felt safe.

"..L-leo..?"

"Just get some rest, Mikey," His brother whispered. "Everything's going to be okay."

"…S-stay.."

"I'm not going anywhere." Leo replied. "I swear…I'll be right here with you."

Mikey felt himself relax at those words, eyes closing and trying to focus not on his aching body or the pressing heat…but on his brothers hands….the feel of him hovering close by his side…and then a soft cool pressure on his forehead- not the rag? No…his brothers hands were still on his face…so then..

"..l-leo..?" his voice was so thin…so distant..

"Ssshhh, Mikey," his brother murmured…so quiet…but so close too. "Just rest."

And Mikey let himself drift off…wondering faintly 'Did Leo just….kiss me?'.

See? I kept it light.

I know this might seem similar to my other story 'suffering silence', mostly just becuase I seem to be giving Mikey a hard time, but it is different.

Raph and Don coming up in the next chapter.

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