A/N This story has gotten some positive feedback, so I shall continue! Thanks guys for following and reviewing. Sorry for the wait, have my other story to work on as well. Also you guys can request for certain scenarios, like when the turtles are young, episodes you want to go more in depth with, broken bones and casts, idk this is a democracy! It's what the people want here. I'll eventually get to certain scenarios like those mentioned myself, but if you guys want to read certain stories now, then tell me! Please, it would be much appreciated. :D
How about a little bit of Mikey today?! Yeah?! *crowd cheers* :D
Mikey
It was early in the morning, everyone was just starting to wake up and get ready for the day, all except Mikey. The goofball of the household woke up this morning and wanted to die! Well no, that was a bit to far, Mikey didn't want to be in existence at the moment per say. Usually it was the need for breakfast that woke him in the morning, but today he had a killer headache, every time he even opened his eyes it made his headache three times worse. His nose was stuffed and his throat hurt too. He wished he could go back to sleep so he wouldn't have to suffer through it. But the option of more sleep was taken away by a loud pounding on his metal door, making Mikey wince and want to scream at whoever was so rudely disrupting him.
It was Raph, the one who was always waking him up if he wasn't up on his own. He pounded on the door again. "Mikey get your shell out here! Leo's about ready to start cooking because you're not! And if you don't mind, I'd like not to have a kitchen fire!" Raph shouted. Mikey cringed and shoved his head under his pillow to drown out the sound of Raph's angry voice which made his head pound.
Mikey went to yell back at his brother, but his voice came out quieter than intended. "Yeah, I'll... be out there... in a minute." Mikey tiredly slurred out his words from under the pillow.
"Okay well, hurry up." Raph stated more calmly walking away. Mikey decided staying in bed may only get him punished by his Sensei and teased by his brothers, and also a kitchen fire started by the family's worst cook, so with much reluctance he sat up. Mikey's head throbbed and he almost felt sick it hurt so much. He wasn't usually one to ponder over why things hurt or ached, but why was he in so much pain? He hadn't gotten in any battles as of late, nor was he around anyone who was ill. It didn't matter any way, complaints were filed in the complaint box around here, aka the trashcan. He'd have to suck it up and go to Don after breakfast, well after morning training... He hadn't thought of that! Morning training was going to be a living hell for him! Now Mikey really did not want to leave his bed.
Mikey groaned at the thought of training and now began anticipating having to try his hardest, which wouldn't be enough today and then he'd be lectured and yadayadayada. Mikey got up and began putting on his gear, tied his mask on loosely, stretched as far as his throbbing head would allow him to without causing him a lot of pain and went for the door. He turned staring at his bed, maybe he could just wait until Raph or some one knocked on his door again, some one would stop Leo from breaking something, Raph would knock again. But he couldn't, he opened the door a few inches, saw his brothers bickering in a mess of a kitchen, then realized, why not? He didn't want to deal with that. He didn't want to cook. He just wanted to go back to bed. He quietly closed the door and softly clicked it shut so no one knew he had gotten up. He laid down on his bed and quickly drifted off into a swirl of crazy dreams.
"Leo do not stick the spoon in the toaster!" Don shouted trying to stop his older brother from electrocuting himself while he himself was trying to manage not burning the eggs, he felt as if he were speaking to a toddler. Leo had no concept of cooking what so ever!
"But the bagel is stuck! You said not to used a fork!" Leo replied exasperatingly, gesturing to the toaster that was starting to emit smoke. "Donnie they're burning!" Leo yelled, throwing his hands over his head.
Raph placed the plates he was carrying down on the table harshly, and rushed over to unplug the damned toaster. "For Christ's sake, Leo! Just sit on the couch with ya hands folded in your lap!" He yelled trying to dump out the burnt bagels. Honestly Leo was a mistake when it came to this, where the shell was Mikey? He hated when Mikey bailed on them. "Go get Mikey, will ya." Raph suggested still trying to shake the bagels out with no luck as they had burned to its sides.
Leo folded his arms, "Fine." He stammered, leaving the disaster behind him. Leo also was wondering why Mikey wasn't up yet. Usually Mikey was up right after him, he began to worry for his younger sibling. Leo made his way to Mikey's room, it had been half an hour since Raph had tried to wake him, what's keeping him in bed? Leo knocked on Mikey's door, a lot more gentle than Raph. "Mikey? Come on. Your almost an hour late getting up today." Leo stated sternly.
Mikey stirred, it felt like it had been only five minutes. His head screamed as he sat up, knowing this was Leo and not Raph, Leo wouldn't walk away until Mikey was up. Mikey took a second to rub his tired eyes which didn't want to stay open, he also trying to push down a wave of nausea that rose when he sat up. As Mikey was taking his needed grand old time, Leo had entered and just as Mikey pulled his hands away, Leo flicked the light on.
Mikey cringed. "Come on Leo, dude. Did you have to turn on the lights?" Mikey whined covering his eyes back up.
"I wouldn't have to if you'd gotten out of bed on time." Leo scoffed, he was real tired of Mikey's antics lately, normally he would be concerned, especially for his other two more serious brothers. But Mikey tried to find ways out of training and getting up in general, constantly, and Leo didn't want to believe any excuse Mikey was going to throw at him.
Leo sighed. "Now hurry up before you miss breakfast."
Mikey grumbled, he didn't even want breakfast so why bother, he also knew that any protest would result in lecturing. So Mikey gave in and swung himself out of bed, trying to maintain his normal attitude, in hopes it would help him feel a little better by being his upbeat self. But he regretted that quickly as his head spun and the removal of his blankets brought a chill. Mikey looked up tiredly at his older brother.
"Leo can I take the day off?" Mikey pleaded, his voice getting hoarse.
"Absolutely not." Leo fired back. "You can't keep slacking off." He added.
Mikey started to protest of course. "But Leo I-" Leo raised his hand to his little brother.
"Mikey save it. What ever crazy excuse you have now, it's not going to work. Don't dig yourself a hole of excuses today please, I've already had enough to deal with this morning." Leo stated turning to leave. Mikey groaned in annoyance internally and proceeded to step out the door right behind his older brother. As they turned the corner to the kitchen, Mikey bumped into a short stopped Leo, as Raph stopped Leo from entering the kitchen. Leo only glanced over to his youngest brother before moving out of his way.
"Whoa, hold up Fearless, the kitchen has a restraining order on you." Raph joked, pushing Leo a few more inches away. He then turned to Mikey. "Looks like sleeping beauty is up." He stated, grabbing the youngest and placing him in front of the stove. "Now can ya please cook something that won't kill us." He ordered playfully. But Mikey didn't really find it funny, and truly didn't want to cook or really do anything for that matter.
"I don't wanna cook today." Mikey complained with a glum look, he enjoyed cooking, he just didn't want to, and the smell of food honestly made Mikey feel worse. Raph's smile to faded.
"We waited an hour, only to find the chef won't cook. Would've called the pizza guy if I knew you weren't cooking today." Raph mumbled, stomping over to grab the half empty cereal box from the cupboard. They all poured themselves some cereal, except Mikey, and began eating. Mikey rested his head in his folded arms over the table, trying to drown out the sound of everyone eating. No one was going to believe he was sick, the only one who would believe him and would prove he was sick was Donnie. Mikey glanced at Don a few times, trying to gain attention from his immediate older brother without alerting the others, who would influence Donnie otherwise that he was fine. Donnie however seemed to pay no mind to his younger sibling as he typed furiously away at his computer.
Mikey's throat hurt and it was dry, he wanted to get up and get water to soothe it, but he just didn't want to get up. He felt his nose beginning to run too, but he fought the urge to sniffle so his brother Leo wouldn't call him out on faking it. Mikey felt cold then hot, then cold again, he was miserable sitting here and just wanted to crawl back into bed. His sore throat kept gnawing at him and he spent the next ten minutes contemplating whether or not to sit here uncomfortable, or get up and pour himself some water.
Soon enough breakfast was done, every one cleaned up, but Donnie was a little late to finish due to his working on the computer and in Mikey's favor was the only one left in the kitchen with him. As Don got up, Mikey sat up a bit.
"Hey D." Mikey called out with a hoarse voice. Donnie spun around to face his younger brother, his scratchy voice getting his attention.
"Yes?" Donnie replied a bit skeptical of what his brother was up to as for plans to get out of training.
"I think I'm coming down with something. And I'm not faking." Mikey coughed a bit finally sniffling to keep his runny nose contained. Donnie came over and gently placed a three fingered hand over his immediate younger bother's forehead. He was surprised to find it warm, but just in case Mikey was still trying to pull something, he felt Mikey's neck and shoulder. Much to his disbelief he found his younger brother was still warm.
"You definitely have a low grade fever. How you feeling?" Donnie asked concerned, as he took a seat in the chair next to his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking in all the details of Mikey's appearance and physical symptoms. Noting he was a bit pale, he could hear Mikey's congested lungs and his eyes were a bit glossed from fever. Mikey wasn't trying to pull a fast one today, he really had something.
"I have a major headache and a sore throat. Then I keep getting cold then hot and my muscles are sore." Mikey responded, Donnie nodded.
"Alright well you probably have a minor cold, nothing major. Some rest will help." Donnie suggested standing. "And before you ask, yes that means you may be excused from training. I will defend that you are ill and can not participate today." Donnie added flashing a smile at his youngest brother. Mikey went to thank him but his voice was no where to be found, so gave Don a weak grin as a thanks. Don noticed his brother lost his voice and spoke. "When I'm done with training I'll give you some cold medicine, and soup if you want it." Donnie offered. Mikey nodded before standing, relieved he could now just go back to bed.
"Or maybe better yet, I could claim I'm busy taking care of you and get out of training myself." Donnie proposed, with a mischievous look and snicker, although Donnie was often the good one, if there was opportunity to get away with something, he'd do it. Mikey smiled at this wanting to laugh, seeing Splinter behind poor unsuspecting Donatello. "Think we could get away with it?" Donnie asked waiting for a nod, only to receive a gesture from Mikey to behind him. Donnie's face went cold as he turned to his sensei, who had more of an amused look. "Oh hey sensei..." Donnie trailed nervously.
"Hello Donatello. It is kind of you to offer Michelangelo care in a time of need, but I will take care of him from here." Master Splinter stated contently placing a hand on Donnie's shoulder. "You can go do his training and yours." Splinter added with a chuckle stepping up to Mikey as Donnie glumly walked towards the dojo.
"How about I make you some tea for your throat Michelangelo?" Splinter offered the orange clad turtle, receiving a nod. "You may take a sick day. Go, get rest, I will bring you your tea." Splinter said as Mikey happily headed for his room.
Bed sweet bed, he thought to himself, throwing the covers over his body as he quickly fell asleep. Satisfied he could now rest, he was going to be brought tea and soup, he proved to his brothers he wasn't faking, and best of all, he was taking the whole day off and it was only seven or eight o'clock on the East coast. He didn't care about his sore throat or screaming head anymore, this was his sick day, and he was going to enjoy it... sorta.
A/N How was that? Adorable fluff enough for ya? Ya'll got cavities from the fluff yet? XD Read on fellow fanfictioners!
