Mikey's POV
I really wantd to exlain my dream to my brothers but I didn't want them to feel sorry for me even more then they do now. I just mearly said that it was a nightmare and I didn't want to talk about it. Leo said to call for him if I wanted to talk about it and the three of them left.
I laid back in my bed and just stared at my left arm. Don had put banages around it so it could heal better. I sighed, wanting to go to sleep but scared to. The last thing I wanted was another weird nightmare.
"Mikey?" Leo asked, peeking his head inside the door. I turned my head and raised my eyebrow ridges.
"Yeah?" I asked, putting my hand behind my head.
"You okay?" He asked, coming in and sitting beside me.
"If by having your arm get blown off by the kraang you mean okay, then yeah, I'm okay." I answered, sitting up. I pulled my legs over the edge and sat beside my eldest brother.
"I don't like it when you're like this. When you're sad, we're all sad." He said, putting an arm around me. I leaned against him.
"Well, I can't really be happy yet and I'm not the mad type." I said, taking a deep breath. I stared down at my arm nub for a little bit, "I wish I wasn't so stupid."
"Mikey, I hope you didn't just say what I thought you said." Leo said, leaning back and looking at me. I shrugged.
"It's true though. I was already a liability before and now I'm more of one. Now I'm just a bigger burden on you guys." I said, looking at the ground. Leo grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me until I looked up at him.
"Michelangelo, you are NOT a burden on us. Nor are you a liability. You have always been an important part of the team and an even more important part of this family. Don't you EVER forget that." He said, giving me one of his looks. My eyes teared up and I tried to push away the tears. I wanted to believe what he said, but right now, I just really couldn't. Instead of objecting, I just nodded. Leo sat back down and gave me a hug. I just rested my head agaist his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." I said. I felt really guilty. Even more then usual. Leo softly patted my head.
"It's okay." He said, resting his head on top of mine. It felt like I should say sorry more but I kept my mouth shut. I pulled away and laid back down.
"Hey Leo?" I asked, laying on my side.
"Yeah Mike?" He asked, standing up and sitting on a stool.
"How would you react to loosing you arm that you write with?" I asked, looking up at him. He looked taken back by the question.
"Well, uh," He began, looking for an answer.
"Exactly." I said, turning over. Leo was about to something but instead, just stood and left.
"Just, call if you need anything." He said before closing the door. I sighed and rested my head back. My gaze drifted to my arm nub and my eyes started tearing up. Again.
"Come on Mikey, stop crying." I told myself, sitting back up and wiping my eyes. They filled with tears again. I just kept may face facing the ground and let the tears roll down and fall to the floor.
Why did this have to happen to me? I wondered, looking up at the ceiling. My sadness was replaced by anger and I grit my teeth, staring at my half arm. Tears of anger flowed down my face and I shot up, swinging my arm nub at the wall. It hit with a thud and my arm filled with pain. I ignored the pain and kept hitting the wall.
"WHY?!" I screamed, choking on my tears. I could see a blood stain seeping through the bandages. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, still hitting the wall.
"Mikey!" I heard Don yell. My lip trembled and I ignored him, "Michelangelo! STOP!" Don yelled, grabbing me by the shoulders and yanking me back. I fell down onto my bed and kept crying.
"WHY?!" I screamed again, trying to get up. Don pushed me back down onto the bed. I finally gave up and collasped onto my knees on the floor in front of him. I burried my face in my hand and sobbed. Don started rubbing my back. He was going to be mad at me, I knew it. I had just damaged my arm more. Him mad at me was the last thing I wanted.
"Mikey?" He asked softly after my sobs subsided. I didn't look up at him, I just kept staring at the ground. I really didn't want to look up. I don't like my brothers seeing me cry. It makes me feel like they look down at me even more then they do now. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. Finally, I looked up.
"Sorry Don." I said quietly.
"Is your arm okay?" He asked. I could tell that he wanted to give me a whole speech.
"It hurts. Bad." I said, holding it up for him to inspect. He took a deep breath and unwrapped it. I turned my head away when I felt his hands run over the stitches.
"Lukily, you didn't break the stitches." He said, pulling out some new bandages from his first-aid kit he brought. He gently wrapped it again.
"Sorry." I said again.
"It's okay Mikey." He said, letting go of my arm. I slowly lowered it to my side and slid up onto my bed, still staring at the ground, "All that matters is that you're okay." He said, sitting down beside me and giving me a hug. I nodded and kept looking away. All this guilt was buidling inside of me. I was making my brothers upset by just being here and being upset. Tears welled up in my eyes and my bottom lip quivered. I started taking deep breaths and kept looking at the ground. I didn't want Donnie to see me cry. Again.
"I'm sorry," I said, choking on my words and starting to cry. I burried my face in his plastron and sobbed quietly. He just reated his hand on the back of my head.
"It's okay Mikey. It's okay." He kept saying. I nodded, tears still rolling down my face.
This is probably going to lead into Same as it Never Was. Please review and I hope you liked this chapter (sorry for not updating sooner, I was working on my other fanfic).