A/N: Hi guys! We had a little accident a few days ago and my poor friend sprained her shoulder. When visiting the doctor, she panicked (you should have seen her), and it inspired the following story. But... maybe I took it too far... I wanted to be funny, but I screwed up. Regardless, I hope you'll like it (a bit). (There's no imposed dimension, you can imagine the story in the film versions or in the series.)

Summary: It's just a dislocated shoulder and an awkward situation.

Since I do not speak English fully fluently, if I make mistakes, let me know. [:

I do not own TMNT.

Dislocated shoulder situation

Badly sprained shoulder was one thing.

Scared turtle who was afraid of popping his shoulder back was another simple thing.

A terrified turtle who was hysterical and holding his helpful brother at bay with his good hand on the ground, no matter what the older said, well, that wasn't just a simple thing.

The four turtles had just kept their evening run when they'd run into some Purple Dragons. These turtles, of course, had had high morale so they hadn't flinched back from the fight, even though they might have been better. The incident hadn't ended well for the young Michelangelo, who was now lying on the floor in Donatello's lab on his brother's plastron repeating as mantras that he is certainly not willing to put his shoulder back its place. But they could've finished. The purple-clad turtle was trying to keep things in order, but the control fucking slipped out of his hands. And if that wasn't enough, his face had turned red because of the air shortage caused by his horrified brother.

"I know you're scared, but I've gotta put your shoulder back into place. Please, let me help you," he croaked with increasingly blushing face. Michelangelo shut his mouth still grabbing his sibling. "Count of three let me go, okay?" The orange turtle nodded. "All right. One, two, three…"

Nothing happened.

"That's why I don't trust you," Donatello growled after his brother still squeezing him frightened. "Mikey, let me go… I'll be gentle, I promise…"

"Like last time?" Mike reminded.

"Yeah, like last time." Donatello's blood pressure elevated, anger flushed his body. With great difficulty he managed to break free from his scared brother's grasp. He took deep breaths, pointing to the bed. "Sit down," he ordered Mikey who miraculously followed the instruction. Don gently touched his baby brother's shoulder who closed his eyes strongly.

"It's gonna hurt like he –"

The orange-banded turtle couldn't finish his sentence; he suddenly felt strong pain. Donnie punched him in the face.

"What the –"

"Do think about the slap, not your shoulder. The slap." The purple-masked turtle didn't want to punch him, but he couldn't concentrate anymore. "We don't talk about it to anyone," he added.

Michelangelo's breath caught, he just didn't want to believe that Donnie hit him so hard in the face. He prepared to strike back when he heard a loud pop and then saw stars.

A/N: Gosh, it's awful... I don't know what's wrong with me... :'D
Reviews are welcome.

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~ GirlInASuit