Part Two.
Mikey knew the moment he stepped foot in the empty kitchen that something was off. Leo was always sitting at the table rehydrating after an early morning meditation or kata practice. The coffeemaker was on but only Raphael's mug was waiting.
His gaze flitted to the old clock propped above the stove to check the time and he frowned, this was definitely out of character for his oldest brother. Knowing better than to try Leo's room however he decided to wait it out and make Raphael do the honors.
He was just taking the first set of pancakes off the stove when his hot headed brother entered.
"Sup." Raphael strode to the coffeemaker and inhaled the aroma of his drink appreciatively.
"Hi Raph!" Mikey replied brightly, "Have you seen Leo? He's usually been up forever but I haven't seen him yet."
Raphael remembered with a jolt Michelangelo had slept through the entire incident the night before and knew his brother wouldn't take kindly to being left out of the loop.
"What?"
Belatedly he realized he'd openly cringed at his brother, shit. "He had an attack las' night- Don stayed up ta keep an eye on 'im in the med room." he forced himself to keep eye contact as Michelangelo's devastated expression grew irritated and settled on upset. "We were kinda preoccupied Mikey, we didn't need-" Shit. The lack of sleep had clearly gotten to him- "Mike I didn't mean it like that!" he yelled after his brother's retreating figure. Swallowing the rest of his plea he gulped down the rest of his coffee and rose to follow the turtle.
Leo woke up sore and confused- why am I in the med room? Then everything from the night before came back to him in a rush- waking up and not being able to stop coughing, Raphael's panicked questions, Donatello helping him with the inhaler. That explains why I feel like crap. His chest was painfully tight and his head was currently pulsing in time with his heart. He buried his face in the mattress, regretting it immediately as the little air he was getting was cut off. His lungs gave a painful spasm and he was off, coughing harshly into a fist and trying to push himself up.
"Leo- stop it." Donatello appeared at his side immediately helping him up and rubbing his shell. "Do you need the inhaler?"
Leo couldn't keep from scowling, he hated feeling dependent on something so small as the hunk of plastic.
"Leo?"
He realized he hadn't responded and gave a small nod, accepting the inhaler and putting it to use.
Donatello took advantage of his brother's distraction to focus on blocking out the dizziness he was sure had come from leaping up from the bed. Pulling an all-nighter definitely hadn't done him any favors, he was feeling incredibly shaky and lightheaded- but he didn't let that get in the way. Effects of an attack lingered long after the actual event, and smaller attacks often followed, so monitoring of Leo's condition was crucial. "How are you feeling?"
"Ugh." Leo let himself slump back onto the cot. "What time is it?" he remembered, suddenly feeling panicked.
"No Leo you aren't training today. I'm going to tell sensei about last night and you're taking the day off." Donatello huffed in exasperation as Leo started to protest, "I can make it a week if I have to so don't push it," he added sharply, and Leo fell silent. "No one's invincible bro." Donatello said, not sure of what else he could say to distract his brother's obsessive tendencies.
They both looked up as Michelangelo ran past the room. "I'm going to-" Donatello stopped short as Raphael followed their youngest brother up the hall.
"Mike stop it! Jeez."
Don turned back to Leonardo, "I'm going to go tell sensei what's up. Please don't move Leo."
Ordinarily Leo would have protested, but something was off in his brother's tone that drove him to zip it and he nodded in assent.
Donatello stumbled twice on the way to his father's room. Head spinning, he stopped for a breath before knocking on the door. "Enter my son." Splinter was kneeling on his tatami mats. "Is everything all right Donatello?" his apt eyes observed a slight tremor in Donatello's hands and the lack of sleep clearly evident in his eyes.
"I-It's Leo father," Donatello winced mentally as he stuttered and hurried on to get to the point. "He had an attack last night and he's doing better this morning but I really don't think he should be allowed in the dojo-" "Absolutely not. He should not risk a relapse in his condition." Splinter said. "Is that all?" He sensed not all was well.
"I'm fine." Donatello said, much too quickly.
His father held eye contact before he finally looked away in chagrin, "I stayed up to make sure Leo's breathing wouldn't get any worse." He admitted in a low voice.
"Donatello," Splinter didn't have to say much more. "You must rest my son."
"I'll be okay. Thank you father." Donatello bowed and left quickly before the rat could protest. Splinter shook his head- something told him he'd regret not prying.