Disclaimer: I Don't Own TMNT.
Warning: This story hasn't a beta reader. Sorry for the mistakes.
The next days the situation didn't get better. Raphael was always with Mikey, hoping to play with ball or a little train... but Michelangelo hadn't even the force to get up from that bed.
Michelangelo was blocked here from almost eight days and he hadn't eaten much; just a bit of dough or milk.
Splinter looked that little body was losing weight: Mikey was already underweight and with this lack of hungry, the things were getting bad.
Mikey's little bones started to show like the ribs, knees and elbows and the skin had become thin.
"Hi, Mikey" Raph called, entering in that room: "How do ya feel today?".
The little one turned the head toward the hot head and noticed a cheese sandwich. He smile softly.
"Not so good...".
Raph nodded sadly and continued: "Do ya want a bit of my sandwich?".
The little one nodded also if he wasn't really sure to get hungry. Pushing away this thought in the remotest part of his mind, he opened the mouth and ate. He tasted a real taste and not the bitter created in those days of sickness.
"Sorry, Mikey" Raph murmured, sat on the bed: "Daddy told me ya don't hate me and I don't hate ya! So... I was wondering if ... can ya forgive me?".
No reply.
The red tot lifted up an eyebrow but his heart freeze. Mikey was pale and the vomit was dripping from his mouth, with some red spots.
"DADDY!" Raphael yelled, not knowing what to do.
Splinter was reading a fairy book to Donnie and Leo heard the desperate call and went quickly in the room where his tots were.
"Daddy, I haven't done anything!" Raph said trembling: "I gave Mikey a bit of my sandwich!".
"Don't worry, Raphael" Splinter replied softly, taking Mikey: "Your brother has just vomited. The fever is high and he hasn't a good digestion".
Donnie watched the vomit on the pillow and lifted up an eyebrow, threading a finger in his mouth. He read in some book that the red spots represented blood and this wasn't never a good sign.
"Daddy, Mikey has vomited blood".
The rat moved the ear and looked his son: now he was really sure there was something really wrong in that abnormal fever.
Clearing his baby, Splinter put some towels on Mikey's body for avoiding another retching as before.
"Michelangelo, what do you feel exactly?".
"I'm tired... my bones hurt... my belly and my mouth too, sensei...".
"Leonardo, what happens?" Splinter asked, noticing his future leader observing the little one.
"Nothing, daddy... it's just Mikey has some little points on his skin".
Examining better, the rat was forced to be agree with Leonardo. There was no time to lose and only an idea appeared in his mind.
"The Battle Nexus. My sons we have to go there urgently!".
...
They were there from five hours and Leo and Don were sleeping on Splinter's thighs, while Raphie hardly fought with the sleep. He was very tired.
In that hospital corridors various Healers went in numerous rooms, assisting the patients.
Michelangelo had been hospitalized urgently after Splinter had listed the symptoms of his child and now they were waiting for the results. The anxiety gnawed the stomach.
"Daddy?" Raph called suddenly.
"Yes, my son?".
"Is it somethin' bad?".
How could he reply? Splinter didn't know anything and... the lies weren't a good solution.
When he opened the mouth for saying something, a Healer appeared. She was a girl with big boobs under her with dress.
"Mr. Hamato?".
"Yes. I am".
Don and Leo woke up with the sound of the voice of their father and yawned, rubbing the eyes.
"Please, follow me".
They entered in a lift and lifted at 56th plan without saying a word until when the double iron doors opened again but in a new department.
ICU.
The Healer stopped next a white door where you could notice Mikey sleeping in a bed, with numerous wires on his body. He had a H.I.V. in his arm and a small yellow pajamas.
"We've subject him at each possible analyses and the result is the same" the Healer started: "Chronic Leukemia. Frequent enough in the three and five years old children".
Splinter opened the mouth but immediately a strong crying of Raphael resounded in the corridor.
"I don't wanna Mikey dies!" he yelled.
"Don't worry, little one" the Healer smiled: "We have had other chances as your little brother and we will cure him".
Raph looked her with hope.
"R... Really?".
The woman nodded and explain Mikey would have had to subject at various cycles to chemotherapy until when the evil cells in the bone marrow would be destroyed...