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Part II: The Fight For Survival
This story is the sequel to "A Turtle Story Part I: Leo's Capture". It is also written in Raph's POV
The sun started to rise over Manhattan. It was a sign that even though bad things happen; the sun will still rise day after day. It showed that somehow things were all right in the world. Mike used to say that it meant that everything would be okay.
Don's lab-6:30am...
Don laid Mike on his lab table and hooked a bunch of sticky wire things on him. As Don started feedin' info into his computer, Leo and I kneeled down and started prayin'. Oh God...please let Mikey be okay. I thought. After about a few minutes, Donny let out a tired grunt.
"What is it Donatello?" Leo asked.
"These figures...they just don't add up." Don replied. Then, master Splinter walked over and laid his hands on Mike's head and said a prayer in Japanese.
"Now try it." He said. Don quickly fed more info into his computer.
"Whoa!" he said, almost fallin' outta his chair. It seems that master Splinter had actually given Mikey his pulse back. But the bad news was that Mike was in a coma or somethin'.
"Hey...Mike...can you hear me?" Don said to him. There was no response. I rolled up to Mike in the wheelchair Don made for me.
"Mike...it's me...Raph. Wake up!" I whispered, still no response.
"Can you make him awake, master?" asked Leo.
"No my son, that is something he must do on his own." Splinter replied.
For days, Donny tried all he could. He did everythin' possible to help Mike, but unfortunately, none of it seemed to be workin'. Luckily, Mike kept his steady heartbeat. It was so sad to see him just lyin' on the table, expressionless. Days turned into weeks. A few weeks later somethin' happened.
Turtle's lair-2:00pm...
"Got any threes?" I asked Leo.
"Go fish." He answered as I took a card from the overturned deck in the middle of the table.
"Duuuuuude..." came a familiar voice. Mike was alive!!! We all rushed over to him.
"Mike, how do you feel?" Don asked.
"Tired...and...a bit...hungry." He replied. Don ran into the kitchen, heated up a microwave pizza from the fridge, and gave it to Mike. He scarfed it down in about five minutes.
"Same ol' Mikey!" I said.
"RAPH! Wha...what happened to you?!" he said in horror.
"When I got slammed, my legs were disabled somehow." I explained.
"Dude, that sucks, man." He said sympathetically.
"Thanks." I responded. So, things went great for weeks until one day.
Turtle's lair-12:15pm...
"Hey Mike, what kind of pizza do you want?" Leo yelled to Mike across the room. There was no response, "Mike...Mike...hey, Mike..." He walked over to him and shook his shoulder. Mike was back in his coma!
"Don!" I yelled into the kitchen. He quickly ran out.
"What?!" he asked, looking pretty scared.
"Mike...I think he's back in his coma!" I said. Yet, again, Don tested him. "Well?" I said impatiently.
"Yep." He replied. A few more days later Mike awoke.
"Mikey!!!" I said cheerfully. He slowly sat up.
"Dude, where am I?" he asked.
"You're at the lair." Don said.
"Oh man..." he said rubbin' his head.
"Hey, Mike." Don started, "I did some tests on your brain and it looks like you have a little brain damage. When you go into a coma, what do you see?"
"Mostly meadows with bright, colorful flowers. Then I see some...person. He keeps tellin' me to come towards him, but when I try to, either I fall or I'm too slow and he disappears, and then I wake up." He explained.
"Hmm. I've read about these types of things before. They say it's like you've died, but then you come back to life." Donny explained. Mike looked a bit confused and overwhelmed at this concept. He sat for a few minutes tryin' to figure this whole thing out.
After a few minutes of careful consideration, he said "I'm hungry."
"I'll make you another pizza and give you time to think." Don said as he started for the kitchen.
"Wait!" Mike said, "I...don't want pizza." We're in shock. Mikey not havin' pizza? "How 'bout a tossed salad." He replied.
"Um...okay." Don said walkin' into the kitchen.
"I think he did get brain damage." I said to Leo.
"Me too." He responded.
Turtle's lair-1:05pm...
"Hey Raph, great news." Don said walkin' into the lair from his tunnel with a book in his hands.
"What? Carmen Electra wrote a response to my letter?" I said hopefully.
"Um, no. Something even better!" he said.
"I won the lottery?"
"No, I..."
"Wait, I'm gettin' the hang of this!", I interrupted, "I won a new car?" Don crossed his arms and shook his head. "I won an old car? Leo ran away and I've become Splinter's best pupil?" Don just kept shakin' his head. "I...what?"
"I've found something to give you your legs back." He said finally.
"Oh...that...is also good."
"It's called genetic regeneration." He continued, "See, if I take molecules from one limb and regenerate blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..." he went on...and on and on and on. Hey look, a quarter!, I thought as I bent down to pick it up.
"RAPH! Are you listening?" he growled.
"Um...to tell you the truth Donny." I paused, "No." He started grumblin' to himself as he went back to his tunnel, "Hey, look at it this way, I wouldn't have understood a word you said!", I yelled to him. Maybe I should've been nicer to him. Ah well, can't change the past, right?
Turtle's lair-2:10pm...
This whole "genetic regeneration" thing was really startin' to spark my interest. Wouldn't it be cool to have workin' legs again? So, I rolled up to Donny's tunnel entrance.
"Don...I'm sorry." I said.
"Go away, you don't care about my research, no one does." He responded.
"I care, remember that time you did that apple experiment? You asked me if I would eat an apple for you and I did, I did it for your research." I tried.
"True. What did you want?" he asked.
"I want you to do this 'regeneration' thing." I said. All of the sudden, I heard a thud and Don walked into the livin' room.
Don's lab-2:30pm...
Don strapped me down to one of his lab tables and stuck those "sticky wire things" on me. Then, for about the next half an hour, he kept doin' tests on me.
"Okay, it's show time." He said.
"Ya know, I really wish you would stop sayin' that!" I said a bit angered. He apologized and began to put me to sleep.
Turtle's lair-10:32am...
"Whoa! What...where...who...how..." I stuttered as I regained consciousness.
"Well, that leaves why and when." A blurred Don said, standin' above me.
"Donny," I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "that is old! So, where's Mike?" I asked.
"In there." He said pointin' to the kitchen. I jumped off the table and walked into the kitchen, "How've you been..." Everyone stopped what they were doin' and stared at me, "Mike. What? Do I have somethin' hangin' outta my nose?"
"Raph," Leo said, "you're...you're walking!"
"Yeah, so? I...HOLY COW!" I said almost fallin' over backwards in amazement, "D...D...Donny, check this out!" Don came into the kitchen, "I...I can walk!"
"I know." Was all he said in response.
"Thank you!" I said shakin' his hand.
"You're going to have to train very hard to get the strength back to your legs" he said.
"Okay. Hey Leo, you and me in the dojo, right now!" I said. Leo was a bit perplexed. I had never challenged him to a fight without first bein' angered.
"Yeah...okay..." We went directly to the dojo. After a few minutes, Don, Mike, and even Splinter came to watch the show.
"Now Raph, I'm gonna go easy on you because I don't want to hurt you." Leo said.
"Shut up and fight me!" I said. As I went to throw a punch at him his ducked it and grabbed my arms. Then, he tripped me and threw me onto the ground. I got back up. "You're not gonna take me out that easy." I said, brushin' myself off. He went to kick me, but I ducked and pulled his other leg out from under him, causin' him to fall. He got up and threw a punch at me, it hit me in the face. Then, he went to kick me and I ducked it and tripped him again. This time when he got up he was greeted with a kick in the stomach and a punch in the face. We fought for hours.
"Good fight." He said between pants.
"Thanks." I shook his hand.
Mike didn't go into any more comas and I got my legs back to the way they used to be. Don sent his genetic regeneration operation report to The National Science Foundation and was rewarded with some important medal. Sometimes it's weird how things go isn't it? Well, that's my story, believe it or not. Thanks for readin'. This is Raph signin' out. Peace.
Part II: The Fight For Survival
This story is the sequel to "A Turtle Story Part I: Leo's Capture". It is also written in Raph's POV
The sun started to rise over Manhattan. It was a sign that even though bad things happen; the sun will still rise day after day. It showed that somehow things were all right in the world. Mike used to say that it meant that everything would be okay.
Don's lab-6:30am...
Don laid Mike on his lab table and hooked a bunch of sticky wire things on him. As Don started feedin' info into his computer, Leo and I kneeled down and started prayin'. Oh God...please let Mikey be okay. I thought. After about a few minutes, Donny let out a tired grunt.
"What is it Donatello?" Leo asked.
"These figures...they just don't add up." Don replied. Then, master Splinter walked over and laid his hands on Mike's head and said a prayer in Japanese.
"Now try it." He said. Don quickly fed more info into his computer.
"Whoa!" he said, almost fallin' outta his chair. It seems that master Splinter had actually given Mikey his pulse back. But the bad news was that Mike was in a coma or somethin'.
"Hey...Mike...can you hear me?" Don said to him. There was no response. I rolled up to Mike in the wheelchair Don made for me.
"Mike...it's me...Raph. Wake up!" I whispered, still no response.
"Can you make him awake, master?" asked Leo.
"No my son, that is something he must do on his own." Splinter replied.
For days, Donny tried all he could. He did everythin' possible to help Mike, but unfortunately, none of it seemed to be workin'. Luckily, Mike kept his steady heartbeat. It was so sad to see him just lyin' on the table, expressionless. Days turned into weeks. A few weeks later somethin' happened.
Turtle's lair-2:00pm...
"Got any threes?" I asked Leo.
"Go fish." He answered as I took a card from the overturned deck in the middle of the table.
"Duuuuuude..." came a familiar voice. Mike was alive!!! We all rushed over to him.
"Mike, how do you feel?" Don asked.
"Tired...and...a bit...hungry." He replied. Don ran into the kitchen, heated up a microwave pizza from the fridge, and gave it to Mike. He scarfed it down in about five minutes.
"Same ol' Mikey!" I said.
"RAPH! Wha...what happened to you?!" he said in horror.
"When I got slammed, my legs were disabled somehow." I explained.
"Dude, that sucks, man." He said sympathetically.
"Thanks." I responded. So, things went great for weeks until one day.
Turtle's lair-12:15pm...
"Hey Mike, what kind of pizza do you want?" Leo yelled to Mike across the room. There was no response, "Mike...Mike...hey, Mike..." He walked over to him and shook his shoulder. Mike was back in his coma!
"Don!" I yelled into the kitchen. He quickly ran out.
"What?!" he asked, looking pretty scared.
"Mike...I think he's back in his coma!" I said. Yet, again, Don tested him. "Well?" I said impatiently.
"Yep." He replied. A few more days later Mike awoke.
"Mikey!!!" I said cheerfully. He slowly sat up.
"Dude, where am I?" he asked.
"You're at the lair." Don said.
"Oh man..." he said rubbin' his head.
"Hey, Mike." Don started, "I did some tests on your brain and it looks like you have a little brain damage. When you go into a coma, what do you see?"
"Mostly meadows with bright, colorful flowers. Then I see some...person. He keeps tellin' me to come towards him, but when I try to, either I fall or I'm too slow and he disappears, and then I wake up." He explained.
"Hmm. I've read about these types of things before. They say it's like you've died, but then you come back to life." Donny explained. Mike looked a bit confused and overwhelmed at this concept. He sat for a few minutes tryin' to figure this whole thing out.
After a few minutes of careful consideration, he said "I'm hungry."
"I'll make you another pizza and give you time to think." Don said as he started for the kitchen.
"Wait!" Mike said, "I...don't want pizza." We're in shock. Mikey not havin' pizza? "How 'bout a tossed salad." He replied.
"Um...okay." Don said walkin' into the kitchen.
"I think he did get brain damage." I said to Leo.
"Me too." He responded.
Turtle's lair-1:05pm...
"Hey Raph, great news." Don said walkin' into the lair from his tunnel with a book in his hands.
"What? Carmen Electra wrote a response to my letter?" I said hopefully.
"Um, no. Something even better!" he said.
"I won the lottery?"
"No, I..."
"Wait, I'm gettin' the hang of this!", I interrupted, "I won a new car?" Don crossed his arms and shook his head. "I won an old car? Leo ran away and I've become Splinter's best pupil?" Don just kept shakin' his head. "I...what?"
"I've found something to give you your legs back." He said finally.
"Oh...that...is also good."
"It's called genetic regeneration." He continued, "See, if I take molecules from one limb and regenerate blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..." he went on...and on and on and on. Hey look, a quarter!, I thought as I bent down to pick it up.
"RAPH! Are you listening?" he growled.
"Um...to tell you the truth Donny." I paused, "No." He started grumblin' to himself as he went back to his tunnel, "Hey, look at it this way, I wouldn't have understood a word you said!", I yelled to him. Maybe I should've been nicer to him. Ah well, can't change the past, right?
Turtle's lair-2:10pm...
This whole "genetic regeneration" thing was really startin' to spark my interest. Wouldn't it be cool to have workin' legs again? So, I rolled up to Donny's tunnel entrance.
"Don...I'm sorry." I said.
"Go away, you don't care about my research, no one does." He responded.
"I care, remember that time you did that apple experiment? You asked me if I would eat an apple for you and I did, I did it for your research." I tried.
"True. What did you want?" he asked.
"I want you to do this 'regeneration' thing." I said. All of the sudden, I heard a thud and Don walked into the livin' room.
Don's lab-2:30pm...
Don strapped me down to one of his lab tables and stuck those "sticky wire things" on me. Then, for about the next half an hour, he kept doin' tests on me.
"Okay, it's show time." He said.
"Ya know, I really wish you would stop sayin' that!" I said a bit angered. He apologized and began to put me to sleep.
Turtle's lair-10:32am...
"Whoa! What...where...who...how..." I stuttered as I regained consciousness.
"Well, that leaves why and when." A blurred Don said, standin' above me.
"Donny," I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "that is old! So, where's Mike?" I asked.
"In there." He said pointin' to the kitchen. I jumped off the table and walked into the kitchen, "How've you been..." Everyone stopped what they were doin' and stared at me, "Mike. What? Do I have somethin' hangin' outta my nose?"
"Raph," Leo said, "you're...you're walking!"
"Yeah, so? I...HOLY COW!" I said almost fallin' over backwards in amazement, "D...D...Donny, check this out!" Don came into the kitchen, "I...I can walk!"
"I know." Was all he said in response.
"Thank you!" I said shakin' his hand.
"You're going to have to train very hard to get the strength back to your legs" he said.
"Okay. Hey Leo, you and me in the dojo, right now!" I said. Leo was a bit perplexed. I had never challenged him to a fight without first bein' angered.
"Yeah...okay..." We went directly to the dojo. After a few minutes, Don, Mike, and even Splinter came to watch the show.
"Now Raph, I'm gonna go easy on you because I don't want to hurt you." Leo said.
"Shut up and fight me!" I said. As I went to throw a punch at him his ducked it and grabbed my arms. Then, he tripped me and threw me onto the ground. I got back up. "You're not gonna take me out that easy." I said, brushin' myself off. He went to kick me, but I ducked and pulled his other leg out from under him, causin' him to fall. He got up and threw a punch at me, it hit me in the face. Then, he went to kick me and I ducked it and tripped him again. This time when he got up he was greeted with a kick in the stomach and a punch in the face. We fought for hours.
"Good fight." He said between pants.
"Thanks." I shook his hand.
Mike didn't go into any more comas and I got my legs back to the way they used to be. Don sent his genetic regeneration operation report to The National Science Foundation and was rewarded with some important medal. Sometimes it's weird how things go isn't it? Well, that's my story, believe it or not. Thanks for readin'. This is Raph signin' out. Peace.