About one week later, Raphael had thought well to wrap his wound in some gauzes. He had explained that he had scratched and the muffler gone well on the motorbike.
Nobody was worried if those gauzes were always on Raph's shinbone, but Mikey had noticed something wrong.
A saturday morning of november, Raphael got up very late, at 10:30 pm and with strong headache. He couldn't keep the eyes open 'cause the lights not so intense flooded his eyeballs of tears.
He had a pale colorful and soft sweat's layer on the forehead. Ignoring Donatello sat at his bench by work, he sat on the sofa, with a hand on the forehead.
He neither didn't notice that the TV was off.
The silent of the lair was interrupted by the "plin" of the kitchen's tap. On the table, there was a cup of milk and the cereals. It was Raphael's breakfast.
Mikey and Leo were to chat on the last Foot Clan's sightings and of worse conditiones of Mikey's serious cardiac arrhythmia.
Donnie left his welding to go near Raph.. He wanted to understand what was wrong. Nobody had waked the red turtle 'cause the night before he was trained till late, like punishment of Master Splinter. (it was always reported on the delay in the dump).
"Raph" Donnie called soft.
The red lifted up his eyes injected of blood and he didn't answer. Raph had hot but cold too; the leg's wound throbbed gently.
"Are you ok?".
The red denied with the head: "I've headache".
The purple worried himself and he sat next to him, studying Raph carefully. Donnie's hand touched Raph's forehead but his attention fallen on Master Splinter's room.
Raph didn't want to show weak...
"Raphie! Mikey shouted happy, running to hug him.
The red ignored the buzzing in his ears provoked by the echo of Mikey's voice and he rejected the embrace.
Raph repelled the little bro with a hand on the forehead and he sighed seriously.
He didn't own the energies to hold up a simple discussion with Leo.
"Better late that never, right?" Leo smiled.
Raph ignored him but his stomach muttered: Mikey caressed his hand and saw him with sparking eyes of joy.
How Mikey could be of good humour, knowing that his cardiac arrythmia was really made worse lately?
"There is some milk that wait you. If you want, I heat it for you!" Mikey proposed.
"Ok" Raph smiled.
"Well, my son. Let's start the second practice for today" Splinter expressed.
Don and Leo nodded while Mikey relaxed the shoulders, knowing that he could not follow his brothers.
Splinter had forced him at the rest relax, after his last escaped suffocation, due to lacked oxigen at the heart.
This was a delicate solution.
"C'mon, Raphie" Mikey smiled falsely.
The other saw him with melancholy eyes: he knew that his little bro was suffering.
Also if Mikey didn't like to try, he loved so much the exercise, 'cause it allowed him to vent his big uncontainable energy.
Like a valve...
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