The garage was filled with laughter as Turbo stalked inside, the twins close behind.

"Did you see how much he swerved? That kid couldn't keep the car on the track!" Ted laughed.

"That brat couldn't drive a car to save his life!" Turbo grumbled.

"Turbs, he was nine, you can't blame him for not having good coordination." Ned stated.

"But we can laugh about it! You shoulda seen the look on your face when you spun into the wall! It was hilarious!" Ted guffawed.

Turbo's glare shifted from the floor to the other racer, and Ned gulped as he quickly moved away from them. Seconds later, Turbo lunged and tackled Ted to the floor.

"Aww, did I set the widdle sore loser off?" the blue clad racer laughed, before rolling them over and pinning Turbo beneath him.

"Take that back and get off!" Turbo retorted.

"You started it."

"Then get off so I can finish it!"

"Nah, not until you calm down."

"I am calm, now get off me!"

Ted met his gaze skeptically, but got off with a sigh. Turbo hurriedly got to his feet, brushing himself with a huff.

"I'm going to bed..." he muttered, trudging towards his side of the garage.

The twins watched him go, and Ted rolled his eyes.

"Typical Turbo; comes in last once this week and he has to go sulk."

Ned chuckled a little, but glanced after the racer worriedly. Turbo seemed to be wincing a little as he walked, and once he'd reached the giant tire that had been fashioned into a bed, sat down with a hiss of pain. Ned glanced at Ted, and noticed he looked concerned as well. Both were hesitant to approach though; Turbo was quite stubborn at times, and would refuse any assistance, even in a life or death scenario.

Still...Turbo seemed to be in more pain than usual...

His eyes suddenly snapped to them, and they quickly looked away and headed for their shared tire bed.

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Ted was relaxed in bed, reading one of the few books they had in Turbotime, when he heard a soft moan. He paused for a second, before glancing down at Ned. His brother was fast asleep, buried under the dark blue blankets. He heard another moan, and sat up with a puzzled frown.

He carefully got out of the bed, and followed the sound when he heard another moan. He made his way through the garage, and soon found himself beside Turbo's bed. The other racer, now wearing a white tank top and red sleeping pants, was facing away from him, and let another moan.

"...Turbo?"

Turbo jumped slightly, before lifting his head a little as Ted crouched beside the bed. His helmet slipped off his head, revealing short, messy black hair and bangs that hung over his glowing yellow eyes.

"What...?" he mumbled.

"What's up? You okay?"

"Fine...go to bed..."

"Kinda hard when you're over here moaning every five minutes. What's wrong?"

Turbo winced, gritting his teeth as he pushed himself up on his elbows. As Ted watched him, he recalled the final lap of the last race; Turbo had managed to subtly maneuver himself back on the road without the nine year old player getting suspicious. But at the final turn, the player drove him into an oil slick, followed by a stack of tires, and finally the wall. It was this thought that clued Ted into the problem.

"You didn't get into a big enough wreck to regenerate, so you're still feeling the effects of the crash, aren't you?"

Turbo met his gaze for a moment, before falling back to the bed with a moan. Ted smiled a little, before standing. Turbo glanced up curiously.

"What're you-?"

He stopped when Ted dug his elbow into his upper back.

"TED WHA- ahhh that feels niiiice..."

Ted grinned as Turbo seemed to go limp, his face buried in the pillow.

"Sometimes it happens to Ned too, so this is my solution. Guess it works for you too."

Turbo only moaned in response as Ted moved to his lower back. After massaging most of the racer's back and shoulders, Ted sat down beside him on the bed. Turbo hadn't moved from his position, until Ted put a hand on his head, causing him to peer up at him with sleepy eyes.

"You know that no matter what, you're a winner to us, right?"

After a moment, Turbo nodded slowly. Ted smiled softly, running his fingers through the others hair, before standing.

"Get some sleep Turb; I'll see ya in the morning."

Turbo was already closing his eyes before Ted had even walked away.

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Based on one of my attempts at Turbotime on the WIR App. Didn't go so well... R&R!