Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, but I did make up the disease.

Turtle Madness

Donatello watched as his brothers were beating up the ten foot soldiers that had attacked them on a store rooftop. That was not many to them, they could beat them easy. He watched as Leonardo kicked three off the edge of the building. Michelangelo was playing with one of them, keeping behind the soldier and tapping his shoulder to make him turn round. Raphael was being his typical self and was beating up the other six that were there. Eventually, he kicked those off the roof. The only one that was left was the one that Michelangelo was still teasing the soldier. The foot soldier swore at the turtle and reached inside his top. He pulled out a little round canister with a pink liquid in. He lifted his arm and threw it at the ground, which, when it smashed, created a pink mist. The four turtles coughed as it chocked them. The mist finally cleared and the foot soldier was gone, all was left was the canister with a little of the pink liquid inside. Donatello went to it and picked it up. He studied it. It was about ten centimetres long and two centimetres in diameter. Curious. He took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it up and then put it away.

"What was that?" Leonardo asked Donatello. Donatello shrugged.

"I'm not sure; I'll do some tests on the canister when we get back to the lair."

Later, they were back at the lair and Donatello was studying the liquid in the canister. He looked confused. There was something in the liquid, but he couldn't figure it out.

"What's in the canister, Don?" Leonardo asked, coming up behind Donatello. Donatello shrugged and said,

"I have no idea."

All the turtles put the canister mystery aside and went to their own tasks. Leonardo was meditating, Raphael was practising on his punch sack, Donatello was doing some experiment and Michelangelo was playing on his game boy. Splinter was in his room, meditating as Leonardo was, so he was not aware of what the turtles were doing.

Michelangelo suddenly shivered.

"Is it just me, or is it cold in here?" He asked. Raphael turned and replied,

"Its you Mickey, it's not cold in here! It's warm."

"I'm telling you, it's cold!"

Raphael was about to answer when he suddenly sneezed. He shook his head, and then sneezed again. Mickey asked,

"You ok Raph?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" He replied and then promptly sneezed again. Donatello suddenly dropped one of his test tubes, spilling water everywhere. He looked surprised and sat down in his chair.

"I feel weak all of a sudden." He said. Raph and the shivering Mickey looked at each other. Something wasn't right. Leonardo snapped his eyes open.

"Please be quiet. It's bad enough that I've got a headache." He rubbed the top of his head, wincing as Raphael sneezed again. Mickey disappeared into his room and returned with a blanket. He sat himself on the sofa and wrapped himself up, still shivering. Donatello joined him and put on the television and they watched it, keeping it low as Leonardo complained about the noise. Raphael tried to continue to practise his fighting skill, but the sneezing was too much for him, so he joined Don and Mickey. Eventually, Don fell asleep, snoring lightly. Mickey shivered and retired to his bedroom. Leonardo also disappeared as Raph also fell asleep next to Don on the sofa.

The next morning they were worse. They all had the same symptoms; a headache, the shivers, a tummy ache, weakness, sneezing and a blocked up nose. They were all sat in a circle, wrapped in blankets with a cup of tea. Splinter was sat near them, shaking his head. How had this malady come upon them? He would call April and ask for her assistance in the matter of his sick sons. He wanted to know what was wrong with them, and if it can be cured. Splinter watched as he saw them suffering. None of them had been that sick before, and it worried him. He wondered if it would be best to keep them in bed, but he didn't know what was wrong with them, so he would wait and see.

He called April and asked her to come over and check the four sick turtles, and she said that she would be over as soon as possible. About half an hour later she appeared and checked the four turtles, who were suffering. She laughed when she learned their symptoms.

"They've got the flu, nothing serious. Nothing a few days bed rest wouldn't cure."

Splinter sighed in relief; his sons were going to be fine.

"Do you want me to stay here to make sure that there aren't any complications, and looking after four sick teenagers can be a hard job" April offered.

"Yes, of course. Thankyou April." Splinter replied, grateful.

"It's nothing."

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