Day 4 - Scarves

Raphael was a tough turtle. There was no denying it. Though he may have lacked his brothers' wits, patience or boundless levels of energy, he more than made up for that with his incredible strength.

So why did he feel so weak?

"-because a decrease in core body temperature can lead to-"

"-and this is why I told you to wear a-"

He groaned, loudly, pressing his hands tightly against his ears to block out the audacious babbling of his brothers. They had been going on about this for at least half and hour now, and quite frankly he was beginning to get fed up of it (in fact the only reason he believed he was still alive right now was due to the absence of Mikey). They weren't even consoling him. If anything it was more like they were taking jabs at him for his actions, without a hint of worry in their voices. So much for brotherly love.

"-lucky the symptoms only pointed towards a mild case-"

"-so reckless, you just go running off-"

No good, he could still hear them.

With a disgruntled sigh, he shifted his body on his hammock ,so that it was turned away from the pair, and stared intently at the assortment of Christmas decorations that were on display in his room; ranging from the predictable lights and wreaths to the unorthodox candy cane and glittery pizza box - the latter of course being Mikey's handiwork. It was always such a funny time of year to him. It brought about so much happiness, so much love and so much joy; its beauty seemed to rub off on anything it came into contact with, and it could make the dullest of scenes look absolutely gorgeous with nothing but a speck of white snow. And yet, at the same time, it could be mercilessly cruel - an unwavering force of pure despair. It ravaged, it destroyed. It spared no one.

That hadn't frightened him.

"-could be suffering from pulmonary-"

"-right into the freezer. I mean what were you-"

Patience, Raph. Deep breaths.

"-thankfully there are no signs of hypertensive crisis-"

"-need to follow my orders-"

Like a river-

"-could have been fatal-"

"-seriously need to learn about self control-"

over-

"-thankful we found you before-"

"-Mikey's smart enough to not-"

"TEN TONNE SLABS OF BRICK THAT I SWEAR WON'T BE COMING OUT OF YOUR SHELLS ANY TIME SOON!"

He winced instantly at the hoarseness of his voice as it reverberated around the room, the sound of which immediately clearing the bewildered looks that had momentarily formed off of his brothers' faces. Though he couldn't see them directly, he knew they were now smirking smugly, with a 'told you so' look shining in their eyes. Now they were going to move in for the kill.

"Should'a worn a scarf, right Raph?"

With a small sniffle, the hot-headed turtle closed his eyes and shut out the world around him, only one thought rolling through his head as a deep shiver of cold ran up the entire length of his body.

He definitely should have worn a scarf.

And this is what you get when I write anything whilst ill - uninspired rubbish. (actually you get that from me all the time, but I digress.)

Anyway, this is a short one, evidently. I'm just not feeling up to slaving over something like this for hours on end like I usually do, and it doesn't help that I barely had anything prepared for it either.

The next two, at least, may be similar lengths, depending on how I'm feeling later on in the week. Just warning you now.

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