Author's note: Hey guys, I'm sorry it took so long to write! Now that the Caronovirus is going on, I have so much time on my hands! I hope you all like this story! :] and if not, thanks for taking the time to read it!

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Chapter 1: Being Sick is the Worst

Mikey hated being sick. He couldn't go out and ride his skateboard, couldn't go out on patrol, he couldn't even eat pizza! It was so boring, and without pizza, what was he? A lifeless shell, that's what he was! True he got to watch TV, and who could seriously decline that opportunity? But he also had to take disgusting medicine and pills that were forced down his unwilling throat.

It started out with just a mild cough which was easily stifled. Plus a million bajillion prayers and finger crossings that his brothers didn't notice. Then it turned into a harsher cough, a runny nose, and an itchy, sore throat before the day was finished.

Over the night when they were supposed to be sleeping, Mikey found himself rolling around in discomfort as chills started to creep up his body. No matter what position he was in, he couldn't find warmth.

"Stupid body… Why art thou against me…?" Mikey whispered as he yanked the sheets up to his neck, resulting in another round of shivers.

By morning, Mikey was a complete mess. He was sore and exhausted, with heavy eyelids that stung as he opened them.

"Craaaaap… " Mikey croaked before clearing his throat, "If my brothers find me like this… Oh the horrors that will greet me… the mountain of piiiilllls, the horrid chicken noodle soup… the replenished ounces and ounces of water... and not to mention, if they find out, I will have woken three mother hens… I won't be able to skateboard, eat pizza, go out on patrol, or do anything I want to… I have to get up!"

Mikey slowly pushed his unhappy body up and took a large breath. It felt Like he had gained two hundred pounds. Or perhaps he was visited by some wizard that turned him into stone. With as much strength as he could muster, Mikey pushed himself onto the icy cold floor.

"How come no one turns the heater on in this place? It's like living in the freezer with Ice Cream Kitty." Mikey croaked again, then frustratedly gurgled away the excessive amount of saliva. He yanked on his mask and other accessories before making his way out of the room and towards the kitchen. Waaaaaait…. What day is it…? No! Picklejuice! We have training today! Mikey thought unhappily as he trudged towards the dojo.

Upon his arrival, the three older brothers turned to look at him while Master Splinter waited patiently.

"What took you so long?" Raph demanded, and Mikey started to come up with some fib that could convince them. Perhaps he could tell them that there were fifty Foot soldiers that ambushed him on his way out of his room.

"That's quite enough." Splinter announced, resulting Raphael to glare at Mikey, but the youngest didn't care, he was just relieved that he didn't have to convince them that he had had to stop a dragon from entering their lair.

"Come join us, Michelangelo. We will be sparing shortly."

Mikey frowned slowly as these words entered his foggy brain then slowly came over to kneel next to the scowling Raph.

"Even though you all have gotten stronger, there is still much to learn..."

"Does that statement include Mikey as well, or just the three of us? I'm not sure if his empty skull can do much learning." Raphael mumbled, transferring glares with the youngest.

"Raphael. One should never stop expanding their mind. It is the strong who have learned to accept this."

"He didn't say 'no'." Raphael whispered to Mikey with a small smirk flashing across his lips.

"I think you're too thick headed to get anything past your skull. And maybe that's why you're always walking around with a dumb look on your face..." Mikey mumbled back.

"Why you little!"

"Raphael!" Splinter said above Raph's outburst as he smashed his staff into the ground. Mikey smiled slightly as Raphael seethed angrily.

"Leonardo, you will take on Donatello. Raphael, you will take on Michelangelo." Splinter said, and Mikey's smile disappeared faster than a shooting star. Double craaap...

Leo and Donnie stood immediately after Splinter's words left his mouth, and moved to the center of the room. They both unsheathed their weapons while Raphael yanked his sias out and glared at Mikey. Was this perhaps punishment for Mikey's comment? Probably.

"Hajime!" Splinter announced and Raphael suddenly jumped towards Mikey with his sai aiming dangerously at him.

"You're in for it now!"

The youngest gulped softly before spinning out of the way right before the tip of the weapon could touch him. His brain was going so slow! Come on, Mikey! Get your head out of the clouds! Get your nun-chucks out!

Mikey fumbled greatly to pull his chucks out of their pocket, but unfortunately, didn't have them for very long when Raph roundhoused them out of his force of it caused Mikey's nun-chucks to go slithering across the floor like snakes.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me right now…" Mikey whispered right before Raph smashed his large form into the smaller turtle's. Mikey felt Newton's third law swing into action as he went flying into the super hard floor with a small yelp.

"What's your malfunction?! Get up and fight back! If this were a real fight with the Shredder, you'd be dead by now!" Raph shouted as he stood over the lime green turtle. With a small whimper, Mikey propped himself up, and looked at his bruising arm which had taken most of the blow from his downfall. Oooooh great!

"If you don't get up on the count of three, you'll regret it!"

"What is your deal?" Mikey snapped as he glared at Raph. The dude could seriously use a nap!

"One!"

"Dude!" Mikey started to panic as the thought of Raph feeling his hot skin as it radiated his fever ran through his brain. Can't let that happen!

"Two!"

"I'm getting up!" Mikey yelled as he stood to his trembling feet. He was feeling weaker and more lightheaded by the second, and laying down on the ground was starting to sound reeeeeally pleasant at the moment.

"Three!" Raph yelled as he lunged towards the youngest. A scratchy scream escaped Mikey's mouth, which kind of felt like the inside of his throat had been impaled with a sword. He came crashing down, once again, to the ground with Raphael on top of him. Mikey felt Raph touch his warm skin with his cold, sweaty hands, and hastily tried his best to shove the heavy turtle off.

"Get off! You weigh as much as an elephant! Raaaaaaph!" Mikey cried as the older of the two started to grab his hands and pin them at the youngest's sides. Then without thinking, Mikey screamed, "LEO!"

"Raph! Get off of him!" The eldest ordered as he rushed to Mikey's aid, completely abandoning Donnie who attempted to catch himself from a mid lunge. The red banded turtle growled as he stood up, locking eyes with Leo's. Mikey rolled to his side as heavy, hot breaths escaped his lips. The more he gasped for breath, the more the coughs inside of him were starting to eat away at his throat.

"-you need to learn when to stop!"

"He's got a lot of nerves to torment me after what I had to deal with last night!"

"He's Mikey! What do you expect?!"

'Last, night…?' Mikey thought, 'what happened last night…? I can't remember anything happening to Raph…'

"Do you even care what I had to go through!?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then why don't you show a little compassion!"

"Guys! Guys! My ooze scanner is picking up a new reading!" Donnie shouted over the two eldests' bickering. Mikey slowly lifted his head to look at his brothers who had all crowded around Donnie's device. It appears no one had noticed Mikey's fetal position on the ground and the way he panted heavily. That's a plus, Mikey supposed, maybe he was granted another chance to redeem himself.

"Fantastic! Let's go and get some fresh air." Leo said as he glanced at Raph's angry posture, whose arms were folded tightly across his lightning shape crack.

"Fine." Growled the second oldest as he plunged his sais into his belt before making his way to exit the lair. Leo walked over to Mikey who was slowly trying to stand up without making too much of a scene.

"Mikey, you need to give Raph some space. After what happened last night, we all need to be gentle with him." Leo mumbled, giving the youngest a soft but firm look.

"I, uh, yeah, bro. Sure thing. Didn't mean, any harm." Mikey said between small breaths. He watched as his older brothers walked out of the dojo before slowly following them; his head feeling as heavy as a brick.

Usually when the four turtles ran, Mikey was in the lead, or fairly close to who ever was leading. He always had an endless supply of energy and speed, but boy was that not the case now. He was nearing fifteen feet away from his bros now, and doing his best to gather any speed he could. Every single muscle in the youngest's body ached with pain and soreness. It would be a living miracle if he could get through this to the end without raising any suspicion or questions. Was all this secrecy really worth it? Ehhh… That was up for debate now…

"Why are you so frickin' slow?!" Raph yelled from in front of Mikey as he stopped to turn an angry glare on the exhausted turtle.

"Well! You did kind of take me down! And well, like, I think your elephant weight crushed my lungs!" Mikey mumbled as he finally caught up to the impatient group.

"Elephant weight!? I've had enough of your insults!"

"Maybe you should send me back home then…" Mikey suggested softly as he bent forward enough to place his hands on his knees to try to open his lungs up for more air.

"Maybe we should since you're so useless!"

Mikey felt tears sting his eyelids and quickly blinked them away. Thank the pizza makers that no one could really see his pain filled face from his hunched over position.

"That's enough Raph." Leo grumbled as he walked closer to them; "this isn't the time for this. We need to track down the mutagen canister before someone else finds it before us."

"Stop sticking up for him! I'm sick of this!" Raph snapped furiously as he balled his fists up. "I was ambushed last night on my nightly patrol, and almost got caught by Tigerclaw! I narrowly escaped, and had to take a long, painful route back home to shake off the whole clan that was after me! I barely got any sleep, and the little amount that I had was taken up by nightmares of the Shredder. And on top of all that, I have to deal with YOU, Mikey!"

"Oh… So... that's why you've been super…" Mikey started to say as he glanced up at the second oldest, but didn't think he should finish, probably because he was starting to feel bad for Raph.

"You're too oblivious to notice anything. No shock at all." Raph growled.

"Come on. Let's keep going." Leo announced as he watched his younger brothers. Then, without bothering to see if the others were with him, he started to sprint across the rooftops. Donnie gave Raph a small sympathetic look before dashing quickly after the blue banded turtle.

"Raph, I'm… sorry dude…" Mikey said after gathering up his courage to put his feelings into words. The poor older turtle was probably drowning in fear. But Raphael didn't say anything as he took off after the other two.

Mikey watched the three of them bound over the alleyways then sighed softly to himself. He felt so sick, weak and exhausted. It shouldn't hurt to take a couple of seconds to rest right? Mikey slowly lowered his throbbing body to lay down on the hard, concrete roof, and gently curled up on his un-bruised side. He had been trying his best to ignore the shivers so he could concentrate on running, but now that he was taking a second to calm his racing heart, the chills really captivated him.

Pulling every inch of himself closer, Mikey tried his best to stay warm as the shivers came like violent waves that kept crashing over his body. He only closed his eyes for what he thought was just a second, but apparently that was all it took for the exhaustion to steal his soul and drag him further into sleep.