A/N: Hey! This one just kind of came to me late at night. So PLEASE review! I THRIVE on them!
*Disclaimer: No Turtles are mine... :(*
Dr. Don Strikes Again
"Achooo!" Raphael looked up from his magazine in
surprise as Michelangelo's sneeze echoed off the concrete walls of the
lair.
"Geez, Mikey," Raph scoffed, "Sounds like yer dyin' over there." Mikey
wiped his nose with a tissue as he wrapped his blanket tighter around his
shoulders.
"Tell me about it," he whined in a nasally voice, "I just hope
Donnie didn't h-"
"Mike?" Donnie's voice called out from the other room, "Is
that you sneezing in there?" Raph scoffed again as Mikey's eyes widened in
terror.
"Yer gonna get it now," Raph bragged, looking back down at his
magazine.
"Raph?" Donnie said, surprised, stepping into the living room, "I
thought it was Mikey who sneezed?" Raph looked at him confused.
"Yeah, he-"
Raph paused when he saw the chair Mikey had recently been sitting in was empty.
"Where'd he go?" he asked, scratching his head. When he turned back to face
Donnie, a metal spoon was pushed into his mouth, and a foul-tasting liquid ran
onto Raph's tongue and down his throat.
Raphael gagged and sputtered as
Donnie pulled the spoon out.
"See?" Donnie said victoriously, heading back
toward his lab, "That medicine should fix you right up!"
Raphael covered his
mouth to keep from puking. When he heard Mikey's giggling, he saw
red.
"Thanks for taking the bullet for me, Raphy-boy," Mikey laughed, leaning
over Raph in his chair. Mikey's face contorted as another sneeze racked through
him. This time, Raph grabbed his arm.
"Oh, Doctor Don?!" Raphael called,
grinning evilly at his youngest brother, "I t'ink Mike's comin' down with
somethin'!" Mikey's eyes grew wide as he shook his head and made pleading
motions.
"Be right there with the medicine!" Don called back.
"Nooooooo!"
Mikey yelled dramatically at the ceiling.
The End