When the medicine was tossed back up I felt panic, but I acted calm.
"Let's just get her back to the lair. Maybe once her digestive system starts getting stronger she'll be able to keep it down."
But boy was I wrong. A month had gone by and her digestive system was just fine, yet she still continued tossing everything she ate. Including the medicine. I started giving her the medicine through needles, but it wasn't affective.
Sometimes we got lucky and she'd keep a quarter of soup down. She started sleeping more from the lack of food to help support energy. She also started having seizures daily, but randomly. That's what scared us. We never knew when she'd have a seizure.
She could have it when she was sleeping, when we had training, when we were trying to feed her. At any time of day. We went through what to do if she had it and Master Splinter or I weren't one who paid the most attention to that was Mikey. And I was glad.
We all knew she probably wasn't going to last long in her condition so we picked a date to celebrate her birthday. April would bring the cake, Casey would bring pizza, Leo and Raph would decorate the lair, and Mikey and I would take care of Angel that day while the others set up the party.
It was getting harder for her to do things on her own, like walk and breathe. I had to put her on a full time breathing mask and if she wanted to go around the lair she'd have to use a wheelchair.
It was a week before the party date and Angel was getting weaker by the minute.
"D-Donnie...I-I wanna go into the d-den, please." I smiled at her sadly.
"Do you think you have enough energy?" I asked gently.
She nodded with a genuine smile. I helped her sit up and walk to her wheelchair. I kept the breathing mask on her and I wheeled her and the machine out to the den where April, Casey, and the others were sitting and talking.
When April noticed Angel she smiled at Angel. "Hey, Angel."
The others looked in our direction and smiled when their eyes landed on Angel.
"Hi, guys." She giggled weakly as she lifted her hand up to wave.
"How ya feelin', baby girl?" Mikey asked with a sad smile.
Her smile, though, stayed genuine. "I feel good."
He smiled a bit brighter after hearing that.
Casey smiled. "These guys treatin' ya right?" He joked.
She giggled and nodded. Casey grabbed my shoulder gently and lead me back to the lair.
"Do you think it would be good to take her back to the house out in the country? That way she can do more there than here?" He offered.
I looked at him thoughtfully. "You may be on to something, Jones. She hasn't been up topside much with us. I'll talk to Master Splinter about it. I don't think he'll mind." Casey smiled.
"If we do go, do you think I'll be able to put her on my bike for a ride." He asked sheepishly, as if thinking I was going to say no.
I look at him in thought. "It depends how much energy she has that day. Honestly, I'd love for you to take her for a ride on your bike, but it depends if she has enough energy that day." I say stepping away to find Splinter. I find him in the dojo looking at the photo of Tang-Shen and Miwa.
"Master Splinter?" I ask gently.
I see his ears perk up a bit. "Yes, Donatello?"
"Casey had a great idea. He asked if we could take Angel down to the house in the country. It would be better for Angel since it's more sanitary and she'd have a lot more space. Can we please go there?" I ask.
He looks at me with soft eyes. I could tell he had been thinking about how much Angel reminded him of Miwa. He'd do anything to have his precious daughter back, but according to Angel she was alive and hated his guts.
"If it would be better for Angel we may go." I smile and nod.
"Thank you, sensei." He smiles as I begin to live.
I can faintly hear him say, "Teenagers."
I quickly pack the equipment she needs into the Shell Razor. I tell my brothers what we're doing and they pack whatever they need. Soon we all pile into the Shell Razor, Casey's parents awhere he'll be gone for a while, and are heading to the house in the country.
Angel asks where we are going, but we all agree to keep it a surprise. She sat on Mikey's lap as he taught her how to play chopsticks. She smiles and giggles with the breathing mask still on her precious little face.
I smiled seeing her having fun with a simple hand game. Mikey was a great big brother. He knew how to keep his little sister occupied so she wouldn't think about the terrible disease she had.
The ride took about two hours and by the time we had gotten there it was nine. I unloaded the equipment that Angel would need and Mikey carried Angel inside. She was good during the ride there.
No seizures, no weakness, no pain.
We set April and Angel up in the same room incase something went wrong with Angel. I placed a heart monitor by her bed and her oxygen tank would go with her where she went.
We all stayed up and watched the movie of Angel's choice, not caring if it was girly or not. In the end she had chose Despicable Me which we all enjoyed.
I could hear Mikey trying to put Angel asleep, but she protested, claiming she wasn't tired.
"But, Mikey, I'm not tired." She said as a yawn racked through her body.
Mikey rolled his eyes in amusement. "Sure you aren't."
He craddled Angel in his arms and began to sing softly.
"Dry your tears my little one because now the day is done. And you shall sleep under the silvery moon,
and you will awake soon. Close your eyes don't say goodbye, because the day is done." His voice sounded beautiful and Angel apparently thought so too because she had drifted to sleep.
I smiled as I saw Mikey gently place Angel in bed. It reminded me of how I'd put Mikey back to sleep after he had a nightmare when we were kids.
Once he came out he jumped upon seeing me.
I laughed quietly. "You're a good big brother, Mikey."
He sighed sadly. "I just wish these moments could last forever. I wish we had many years than a few months or weeks."
I smiled sadly at him. "Well, we don't have that long, so we just have to make the most of it." I told him.
He nodded at me and sniffed. "Why her? She's so young. She's such a happy little girl. She hasn't even begun her life yet. Shell, if she hadn't of met us she wouldn't know what love feels like." Mikey told me,
tears welling up in his eyes.
I wrapped my arms tightly around my little brother. He cried into my plastron as I rubbed his shell.
"Sh, Mikey. It's ok. Everything will be fine." I cooed.
After five minutes his cries became slight sobs. "C-Can I sleep with Angel tonight? I'll bring her to my room so we don't bother April." Mikey pleaded. I was about to say no because we'd have to move all of the equipment to Mikey's room, when...
"Don't bother. I'll sleep on the couch tonight." April offered, hearing our entire conversation.
"A-Are you sure?" Mikey asked unsurely. "I wouldn't want to kick you out of your room."
She shook her head. "Nonsense, I like the couch anyways." She took a pillow and a blanket and left the room.
I sigh. Girls are complicated. "Well, if that's the case, then I guess so. If something bad happens during the night come get me." I said as I left Mikey and Angel.
Mikey's POV:
I looked at my sleeping baby sister and sighed. I wish that she didn't have so little time or energy. I reentered the room and lied down next to Angel. I stroked her hair gently. She didn't deserve this. I began to cry silently again. A few tears hit her face.
"M-Mikey?" I heard her small voice say.
"Is something wrong, baby?" I asked, fear gripping my form.
"I'm scared." I froze. Did she know she was dying? I hoped not. We all had decided to not tell her in hope that she wouldn't find out.
"What about, baby?"
"I know I'm dying." She says, her voice small. "I've tried killing myself...time and (cough) time again. I don't know (cough) why I'm scared now."
I bury my face in her hair. "It might be because you're not in control this time. When you were healthy enough you decided if you wanted to die or not. Now it's not in your control."
"I'm scared." She grips my waist.
I grab her hand. "Don't be, baby. You're not going anywhere as long as I'm here." I promise. A promise I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep.
"Really?" She looked at me with hopeful eyes.
"Really." I say, but I was saying it to me more than her.
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