A/N: Again, I do not own TMNT, I am simply borrowing them for entertainment purposes!
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"He definitely broke his foot." Don confirmed about thirty minutes later, the other three had gathered around him at his desk. Mikey smothered a whimper by clenching his teeth together. Raphael, who stood behind him, dropped his hand onto his shoulder and gave a comforting squeeze.
"How bad?" Leo asked for his youngest brother, glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes.
"Well no break is good," the 'purple' turtle replied. "And he actually broke four bones. It'd be the same as us breaking the bones here in our own feet," he demonstrated by dragging his fingers over the top of his foot just above the arch.
"Is it fixable?" Mikey murmured hopefully.
Donatello smiled reassuringly in his direction. "I have high hopes. The fractures are all clean and there aren't any bone fragments floating around which would need surgery to fix. There used to be a rule that if more than two of these bones were broken the only way to fix it would be through surgery, but new research has proved that for more simple breaks like these, a splint will do just fine. It will take more time to heal however, eight to ten weeks rather than six to eight. Look." he pointed to the X-ray displayed on his computer screen. "See Mike? There aren't any bone pieces floating around. I'm very optimistic."
Mikey nodded his understanding. "So Klunk's gonna be okay?"
"With time, the bones splinted properly, and a lot of rest, he'll be just fine."
Mikey smiled for the first time in an hour. The smile was small and his eyes were still a little sad, but all three of his brothers could agree they were happy to see it there.
"All right," Donny stood from his chair. "I'm going to go fix up Klunk for you okay? You wait out here with Raph and I'll call you when I'm done. Leo? I'll need a second pair of hands."
"Sure thing Donny." He nudged Mikey fondly as he passed. "He's going to be just fine," he promised.
"Yeah," Mikey agreed, and watched his two brothers until Raph pulled his attention away.
"So what d'ya wanna do while we wait?" He asked. "Video games? Spar? Skateboard? Watch TV?"
"Hmmm," Mikey hummed thoughtfully, but not because he was considering Raph's suggestions. His mind was in the other room with Don, Leo, and his little man.
"Mikey," Raph said, a slight warning tone in his voice.
"Wha-ow! What was that for!" He demanded hotly, rubbing the back of his head and glaring up at his attacker.
Raphael smirked. "I know where Leo and Don hid the cookie dough." Leo and Don always tried to hide it from him because it was always eaten before it was ever baked.
Mikey's face brightened drastically at that. "Seriously? I've torn the refrigerator apart looking for that sugary chocolatey goodness! Mmmm, chocolate chip cooooookie dough..."
"Come on," Raph rolled his eyes, "before I'm standin' in a puddle of your drool." He led him across the lair to the kitchen and sifted through the contents of the fridge. Behind him Mikey danced from foot to foot chanting cook-kie-dough! Cook-kie-dough!
Raphael pulled out a bag of broccoli and held it out. "Here."
"Uhhh, Raph? Hate to tell you this, but that's not cookie dough."
"Really Mikey? Cuz I couldn't tell that from readin' the bag. Would ya just open it?" He tossed it, and Mike's reflexes kicked in.
"There is cookie dough in here!" Mikey exclaimed, pulling out the unopened package of chocolate chip. "Sneaky, sneaky, bros. They knew I'd never touch the vegetables."
"You're not hard t'figure out," Raph agreed, claiming a chair at the kitchen table and watched Mikey munch. He was satisfied that he was able to cheer him up, if only a bit and if only temporarily. He knew that by just looking at him Klunk was still in his thoughts, but his eyes were clear and free of tears. And that was good enough. For now. It would be better when the furry little beast was healed and getting underfoot again.
Michelangelo had almost finished the entire package, save for the piece Raph had wrestled away from him, when Leo arrived. He spotted the cookie dough packaging before Mikey could get it behind his back and shot Raph a disapproving (and slightly amused) look that clearly said 'You didn't...'
Raph shrugged. 'He needed cheering up'
Leo crossed his arms. 'Did it have to be cookie dough?'
Raph tilted his head a bit. 'It worked didn't it?'
Leo hid a smile. He'd have done the same thing. "Donny is done. You can go check...on..." he trailed off because Mikey had already rushed off, remaining cookie dough left behind and forgotten.
"Thanks Leo!" Was called back almost as a second thought. Almost.
"Traitor," Leo said to Raph, snatching away the small remaining amount of the treat as Raph reached for it and finished it himself.
Raph propped his head up on a hand and glared. "You'd of done the same thing and you know it."
Leo smirked and didn't deny it. He didn't like to lie.
"Donny, where is he? Where is he?" Mikey repeated, looking around wildly as he entered the 'boo boo room'. He spotted the cat stretched out on a cot, his leg wrapped up in thick layers of gauze and medical tape. Mikey immediately dragged over a chair and plopped down, studying him and watching his ribcage rise and fall as he breathed. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine," Don assured, putting away the rest of his supplies. "I just had to dose him with some anesthesia so Leo and I could set his bones. It was more pleasant for everyone that way. He should be awake in about an hour, and be kinda loopy for most of the day."
"But he's okay?" Mikey repeated, pivoting to look up at his brother.
"Yes Mikey," Don replied with a patient smile. "He's just going to have to take it easy for awhile. We'll have to keep a close eye on his cast because there is a slight chance the splint could shift and he should be kept confined to a small room so he doesn't jump up on anything and hurt himself. Or a crate maybe." He paused thoughtfully. "I suppose I could whip something up for him."
"Really? Thanks!" Mikey brightened. Now that Klunk was on the path of recovery he felt a lot better. The sight of his cat in a cast and unconscious wasn't pleasant, but they were headed in the right direction.
"I'll see if Raph wants to help," Donny said. "It shouldn't take long with his assistance. Stay here and keep an eye on Klunk in case he wakes up sooner than anticipated."
"M'kay," Mikey chirped, leaning forward to prop his chin on folded arms and watch his kitty sleep. He felt content, more relaxed, and pictured the future when Klunk would be all better and running around with him again. That day couldn't come fast enough.
Donny paused before he left the room, smiling fondly at the picture they made.
A/N: End of chapter two! I posted it on a Monday hoping to make today less...Monday-like despite the fact that it's almost Tuesday. Anyway! If anyone is wondering about the x-rays may I just say that if Donatello can build a submarine an X-ray machine is a piece of cake, or cookie dough in this case.
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