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Splinter's P.O.V
As the week progressed things seemed to have a permanent ease around here. Leonardo was livlier than I have ever seen him and it's all thanks to those wonderfully talented boys.
Leonardo began telling me all about Michelangelo's label of them all, which had quickly changed to something permanent. Leonardo had become the leader of the group. That has always made sense to me because as long as I've known him Leonardo has been a natural leader. He has been working even harder in his training this last week I have noticed and he has grown effectively compettitive with Raphael.
Raphael has grown to show sides I never thought existed. Although he has a tough exterior, he has a surprisingly soft and emotional side to him too. Leonardo had gotten sick three days ago and it had me worried. Raphael and Donatello stayed with him and surprisingly Donatello knew more about Leonardo's treatment than I did. Raphael never left Leonardo's side for a second and Michelangelo and I had caught him saying soft words of comfort to Leonardo while he was sleeping. Thus, Michelangelo dubbed him the 'Protector' which he did not even try to protest. I believe that Raphael secretly liked this title.
Donatello was extremely intelligent. To say that he was a genius seemed a bit of a understatment to me. He fixed anything that broke in my house without so much as a complaint. He loved to fix things. As he grew more comfortable with us he began to bring, and even leave, his inventions here to show us. Michelangelo loved to try out the things that Donatello made, thus strengthening their bond as Donatello was dubbed as 'the inventor'.
Michelangelo has kept things sunny even on the rainy days here this past week. He lightens the mood and never seems to show any of his own worries. He brings food and loves to make his own food here at our house. It always turns out to be quite interesting. I have noticed that Michelangelo likes to stick to Donatelllo more than usual and seems to be avoiding spending too much time with Raphael, which seems to bother him.
But the time was finally here. Leonardo had been looking forward to it since they made the plans to stay over for the weekend. I had plans for a special dinner that I would be cooking tonight.
"Okay Sensei, I'll be back after school with the guys." Leonardo had a bright moonlit grin on his face. I smiled warmly.
"I shall see you then, my son. I am getting out of classes early today." I nodded after him as he began to walk. He smiled and bowed his head at me. I got into my car and sped off to start my day of meditation and training the younger children.
After I taught my first class I went to a more private room to meditate after Terry began teaching his taijitsu classes. As I cleared my mind I began to focus on the positive energy and fullfillment I had been feeling since these wonderful boys difted into my life.
As I let myself drift off into a world where I kept these positive feelings I began to realize that some negative feelings were surfacing. I forced them down as I began to focus on the bonds I had with Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo. Nothing felt lonely anymore, not when we were all together.
Raphael and Donatello...they are stuck in a foster home. One that they clearly are not overjoyed about. Especially Donatello. I had overheard him and Michelangelo talking about his living arangements and how he would just live with me if he could. This had me thinking...
Raphael and Donatello have no home of their own, or I should say one that they would love to call 'home'. I love those boys as dearly as Leonardo as they have grown on me in just the same way. If I was able to adopt Leonardo, I should be able to adopt Donatello and Raphael.
First I would bring up the idea to Leonardo as see how he feels about it, though I can pratically picture his beaming face because though I know he loves me like a true Father, he would be astounded to not be an 'only' child. Once I've done this I would be able to bring it up to Raphael and Donatello.
Of couse there was the possible rejection, but my heart soared as I thought of all the children living under my roof with me being able to be their Father. But it would not feel quite complete without Michelangelo there either. I am deeply saddened that his Foster Mother, such a kind and geniune soul, is so sick. What does this mean for Michelangelo?
"Yoshi!" I snapped out of my trance instantly and saw Terry looking down at me a half smirk. He had a white towel around his neck and a gatorade in the other hand. "I finished my classes nearly 30 minutes ago. How long have you been meditating anyway?"
"In that case, probably an hour." I grinned a little when Terry rolled his eyes. I have tried to teach my friend the ways of meditation, but Terry has never been one to sit still long. Just like someone else I know...
"Anyways, have you heard from Frank?" Terry asked as he sat down against the wall beside me. He tossed me a grin and his green eyes, just a shade darker than Raphael's, looked amused. I smiled.
"Yes, I called yesterday. Thank god Melissa made a full recovery." I spoke up while he nodded quickly. Melissa was a mother hen among mothers as far as that went. She was also, obviously, Frank's better half.
"I went to see them a couple days ago, I just wondered if anything else happened." Terry commented while grinning some more. "It's been awhile since the three of us did something together."
"Indeed." I nodded and he laughed. They always made fun of my 'formal' ways.
"So how is Leonardo? He hasn't come by to see me lately." Terry pretended to be hurt because he knew from Leonardo's last visit that he had made new friends. I gave him a geniune smile.
"He is great, Terry. Leonardo has found some very good friends in Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo." I said and Terry smiled.
"I am glad to hear that Leonardo is reaching out. Very glad." Terry pulled his dirty blonde hair back into a ponytail and sent another smile. "I have to go, my brother is coming over with his daughter and I got to clean the place."
I laughed good-naturedly because my friend hates to clean anything. "Okay, Terry."
"Lock up Yoshi!" Terry laughed as he walked. "Say hello to those boys for me! I swear me and Frank are going to meet them soon!"
"So you shall!" I called out as he closed the door with another laugh. My heart was twinging in a really good way as I stood and stretched. I looked at the time and smiled. It was 1:23 p.m. The boys should still be in school.
And I need to get groceries. I don't think I've ever smiled so much in my lifetime as I locked up and walked to my car. There'd be mutiny within a couple of mintues if I did not have any pizza for my sons when they got home.
I wiped the sweat on my brow as I finished straightening the living room area. I fixed the rug that I had put underneath the coffee table in front of the TV in the 'pit' the boys call it. I decided on a rug a couple of days ago when Michelangelo almost landed head first onto the concrete floor. I don't think I've seen Raphael and Leonardo so fast before in my life nor Donatello practically flying over the couch.
I chuckled at the memory and heard the stove's timer go off. That meant that my boys' pizza was ready, just the way everyone likes it. Michelangelo loves any and all types of pizza. Raphael favors the meat lovers pizza. Leonardo favors peperoni and mushroom meanwhile Donatello likes black olives on his.
I set the pizza to cool off over the stove-top and turned off the oven. I glanced at the time excitedly and knew that Leonardo would be home within five minutes. I walked out of the kitchen for a last check to make sure everything was presentable when the boys arrived.
As a few minutes ticked by with me straightening things around the dojo I heard the door open and four very hypered voices caught my ear.
"Sensei, we're home!" Leoanrdo called and I had to compose myself so I didn't fall over at the statement or let my mouth split into with the fond smile on my face. I immediately walked out of the dojo and was almost taken by surprise when Michelangelo burrowed into me and hugged me.
"Hey Sensei!" He giggled and I saw the other boys laughing while Leonardo looked around the house in awe.
"Hello boys," I smiled warmly and saw that Donatello immediately returned it and Raphael looked suddenly embarrassed. I chuckled and released Michelangelo.
"Sensei, did you clean the house?" Leonardo asked with a tone of voice that made me chuckle again.
"Yes I did," I began and folded my arms behind me. "How was school?"
I took in the fact that all the boys were in high spirits which must of meant that nothing bad happened at school. The boys, except Leonardo, had an extra backpack with them which were pratically color coded. I smiled.
"It was great! You should of seen what happened to Casey!" Raphael laughed and Donatello nodded with a smirk on his face. Leonardo and Michelangelo just grinned. "He fell asleep in class today, the dude like snores so loud!"
"Does he?" I asked with amusement in my tone. I had met Mr. Jones and Miss O'Niel only once, them having come over unnanounced last Tuesday after school. I can still remember Leonardo's embarrassed shame face.
"I may or may not have recorded that," Donatello snickered causing the boys to freeze in surprise at him. I shook my head.
"Dude!" Michelangelo laughed. Then he turned to me. "Hey, Sensei, can I get something to eat?" All boys rolled their eyes or snorted at this random and yet completely expected turn of events.
"I have prepared your favorite pizzas," I said and watched in amusement as they all dashed around me to the kitchen like excited 9-year olds. I walked and watched them from the doorway.
"Mikey, how on earth can you even taste the pizza with all those toppings?" Leonardo asked in confusion, watching the youngest blonde stuff his mouth with a pizza topped with peperoni, sausage, mushroom and black olives.
"Ish jush can!" Michelangelo replied with pizza in his mouth. All boys groaned in disgust and I chuckled. "Thanks for the pizza Sensei!"
"Yeah, thanks." Donatello smiled. Raphael and Leonardo just nodded at me since their mouths were full. I nodded once at them. I walked around to begin making myself, and if they should want it, tea.
"Hey, D. I'm just curious about somethin." Michelangelo suddenly grinned as he went for another piece. Donatello turned to him curiously. "Are you and April an item?" Donatello blushed many colors and I had to hold my breath and turn my head so they didn't see my expression. Leonardo laughed out.
"No one call's it an item anymore Mikey," Raphael said and Michelangelo just clicked his tounge.
"I-I'm n-not...A-April is just a best f-friend!" Donatello stuttered and I smiled.
"Ah ha...sure," Michelangelo grinned.
"C'mon Mikey, lay off Donnie." Leonardo scolded and Donatello hid his face in his arms. Raphael chuckled.
"Okay, Okay...I was just curious," Michelangelo laughed. "Sorry, D." Donatello just mumbled.
"Hey, Sensei?" Leoanrdo turned to me and I looked at him. "Your tea is boiling..."
The boys let out a fit of smothered laughter as I gasped and turned back around to take my tea off the stove-top and onto another to let it cool. I narrowed my eyes at them which only made them laugh more loudly.
I shook my head and grabbed some ice and a cup. I poured myself some tea and sat down at the end of the table. I smiled at them as their laughter died down.
"Ah, I feel like my head is going to explode..." Michelangelo laid his head on the tabletop and Donatello chuckled.
"You say that all the time about your math class." He replied and Leonardo snorted.
"Math challenges the mind bro! Not everyone is Einstein smart like you!" Michelangelo playfully glared and Donatello rolled his eyes.
"You're overreacting, Mikey..."
"No I'm not, right Raph?"
"Ya always overreact Mikey," Raphael said with a grin. Michelangelo turned to Leonardo.
"Err...math isn't my thing either," Leoanrdo laughed when Michelangelo got a smug smile in Donatello's face, who scowled. Raphael laughed.
I watched this in amusement as I finished drinking my tea and they finished eating. Leonardo was collecting the dishes and putting them in our dishwasher when I turned to the other three boys.
"How are things with your Mother, Michelangelo?" I asked and watched something strange cross his face. Donatello and Raphael must have noticed this too because they stopped talking to each other to stare and I heard Leonardo freeze behind us as he closed the dishwasher door.
"Oh, she's great! Just tried," He smiled and I was positive that it was fake. I was going to offer any comfort I could when a loud noise nearly made him and Donatello jump out of their chairs. Raphael looked sheepish.
"Sorry, thats ma cell phone," He grumbled as he dug in his jean pocket. He pulled out his phone. "Oh, it's just Shawn."
Leonardo and I looked at each other when Donatello and Michelangelo froze at nearly the same time. "He wants ta know where I am...oops, forgot to tell im."
"Donnie, you okay?" Leonardo asked in concern when he saw Donatello pale. Michelangelo turned to him and Raphael looked up from his phone in surprise.
"Oh, yep, I think I ate too fast, heh," He smiled sheepishly but Michelangelo narrowed his eyes.
"I have stomach medicine, Donatello," I offered but he just shook his head with a polite smile. I watched Leonardo study him and Raphael scowled.
"Anyways, who wants to watch Crognard?!" Michelangelo cheered and I watched as the tension left Donatello's face and Leonardo rolled his eyes. Raphael huffed at Michelangelo's change of conversation.
"Do we really have to watch it?" He asked. Michelangelo beamed and nodded like five times. I chuckled as I rose.
"You'll like it! Especially if you can handle Space Heroes-"
"I can't," Raphael commented and Leoanrdo glared at him. Raphael smirked.
"-and Super Robo Mega Force 5!" Michelangelo continued anyway. I watched them leave the kitchen and I straightened up.
I wondered what came over Donatello eariler and what it was that Michelangelo has decided not to share with us. As I entered the living room a few minutes later I froze at the scene.
The TV was blaring the obnxious cartoon they were watching. All the boys were sitting into front of the TV sitting side my side in a line. Raphael had his legs stretched out, watching Michelangelo, who was beside him, in a bored way. Michelangelo was sitting cross-legged but was dancing in place to the music. Donatello laughed at the occurance beside Michelangelo. Leonardo looked at Michelangelo in an amused way.
"Would ya quit dancin? Ya look ridiculous!" Raphael teased while pushing Michelangelo against Donatello. I smiled. Michelangelo only began to dance harder and rubbed shoulders with Donatello, who laughed and moved closer to Leonardo to avoid the shoulder rub. Leonardo's amused smile widened.
"I do not, people love my dancing!" He commented while shoulder rubbing Raphael, who pushed him away and rolled his eyes.
"What people?" Raphael laughed.
"All people!" Michelangelo claimed. Leonardo and Donatello looked at each other with lost eyes.
"Yer an idiot, idiot!" Raphael rolled his eyes and shoved him again. Michelangelo just laughed. "Must be all the blonde hair."
"You're blonde too!" Michelangelo huffed and Donatello snickered. "Just a bit darker than me, dude!"
"You callin me stupid?" Raph asked with crossed arms. I had also noticed that Raphael and Michelangelo's hair were almost the same color, just a shade difference. Though Michelangelo had a childish look about him, it felt werid to notice how similar their hair was. Just like Raphael and Leonardo's eyes both having amber flicks in them.
"Oh, no, wouldn't dream of it, bro," Michelangelo grinned teasingly and Raphael glared at him.
"You sure have a way with words Mikey," Donatello rolled his eyes.
"Hey, aren't we supossed to be watching this dumb cartoon?" Leoanrdo asked with amusement.
"Hey! I don't say Space Heroes is dumb!" Michelangelo growled while Raphael laughed. Leonardo held up defensive hands.
I eventually chuckled and moved to sit with them. It was funny because they all jumped and then berated me for being so sneaky. We watched a couple of episodes of Michelangelo's cartoon which I had to say was interesting. Donatello nearly had something to say about it every three seconds, Michelangelo debated with him and Leoanrdo both. Raphael laughed with me everytime.
"I only had those two episodes," Michelangelo pouted as the credits rolled. Raphael stretched as Michelangelo reached to take the DVD out.
"Thank god," He teased with his tounge sticking out. Michelangelo rolled his eyes.
"What do you guys feel like doing now?" Leonardo asked as he laid on the floor in a bored manner.
"Do you guys want to see the module of the robot I've been working on?" Donatello asked cocking his head to one side. Michelangelo and Leoanrdo's eyes widened and Raphael blinked in surprse.
"You build robots?!" Leonardo cried in surprise. "I knew you were a genius, but-"
"OOO! Yes, I do! I do!" Michelangelo cried while jumping in place. Raphael smacked the back of his head.
"I would love to see," I spoke up and he beamed from the attention. He scrambled to his bag and pulled the thing out. It was the size of one of Leoanardo's old Space Heroes action figures and was colored yellow and black in some places.
"Woahh!" Michelangelo was smiling hard and Leonardo was in awe. I chuckled but was very impressed with what Donatello built.
"I seen it before, but you painted it?" Raphael asked as he sat beside Donatello to study it. Donatello was beaming with pride as they all gathered around him.
"I did, this is only just a module though. I wanted to make one that is real and it would be bigger," Donatello explained. I hummed in appreciation.
"What's its name?!" Michelangelo asked as he studied it closer. They looked up at him but Donatello seemed surprised.
"Um, I didn't really give it a name..." He replied with a sudden blush and Michelangelo gasped.
"What?! Okay, dude, I'm awesome at namin stuff!" He grinned and I smiled down at him.
"Oh lord," Raphael face palmed and I chuckled.
"Is it a dude or dudette?" Michelangelo asked Donatello.
"A dude," Donatello replied while sharing a grin with Leonardo, who shook his head and laughed.
"Hm...hmmmm..." Michelangelo studied it closely and suddenly smiled. "He'll be Metalhead!" They blinked.
"Metalhead?" Donatello asked confused.
"Because he's a robot and he has metal on his head, plus all his body is metal-"
"We get it," Leoanrdo put a hand on his mouth while Raphael took his turn in studying the robot in his hand. "It's great Donnie."
"Thanks Leo," Donatello blushed and watched as Raphael handed it to Michelangelo, who beamed. "By the way, do you and Raph need more help in Biology or Algebra?" They both blushed and I chuckled.
"In biology..." Raphael muttered as I watched Michelangelo pretend to play with Metalhead. "Mikey, what are you? Five?"
"Shut up Raph!" Michelangelo rolled his eyes and smiled at Metalhead.
"I would need help..." Leonardo sighed as he cross his legs in front of Donnie.
"Oh, mighty Fearless needs help with academics," Raph said with a teasing grin. He plopped back down next to me and crossed his arms. "Hard to believe."
"Oh put a sock in it Raph," Leoanrdo groaned and Donatello snickered. A loud noise filled the air and I had nearly jumped. Michelangelo used one hand in his pocket and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry," He apologized and used one hand to bring the phone closer. "Oh, it's Mom!" His face brightened as he walked away and answered the call.
"Did I see you jump?" Leoanrdo teased Raphael, who glared. I smiled but said nothing since I, too, had been startled.
"Nothing wrong with instincts," Donatello grinned while Raphael shot him a look too. I nodded and hummed in agreement.
"WHAT?!" Michelangelo cried behind us. We looked up in surprise. His face had gone white as a sheet and he looked suddenly very sick. His eyes widened for a moment and his hand went lax, Metalhead crashed to the ground and broken in pieces.
"No!" Donatello gasped in his hand.
"What's wrong Michelangelo?" I darted off the couch to stand beside him. It was a second later when Leonardo and Raphael joined me. Donatello grabbed the broken peices of his robot.
"M-M...Mom...Landlady s-says...she's at the...hospital!" He cried as he shoved the phone away into his pocket and I put a hand on his chest in worry, trying to get him to stay calm. "Our landlady found her passed out in our living room!"
"Oh god," Leonardo breathed in surprise and Raphael's eyes were wide. Donatello looked up sharply, also with wide eyes.
"What do I do? I need to go!" Michelangelo was suddenly trying to push past us. I put another hand on his chest and stopped him.
"Calm yourself Michelangelo. She will be in good hands," I soothed and watched him tear up and nod. "Let us drive to the hospital."
"Really? I-I don't want to trouble you.." Michelangelo said and I've never seen him so alarmed and anxious.
"You won't trouble us. We're practically family." Leonardo smiled and Michelangelo seemed to calm more and nodded.
"Everyone, get your shoes. I'll get the keys." I ordered. They nodded anxiously and darted off to their backpacks. I rushed towards my room and hurried in grabbing the keys. When I came back out I noticed that Michelangelo was softly crying in Leonardo's shoulder while Raphael was throwing an arm around both of their shoulders. Donatello looked at Michelangelo sadly. "Let's go!"
We rushed outside and they filed into my car. Donatello sat up front with me since Michelangelo was clinging to Leonardo and Raphael was clinging to Michelangelo to try and calm him down.
"I'm sure eveything is fine, Mikey," Leonardo's voice was soft as I took off in a hurry. I had hoped everything was fine and Miss Levard was not severely injured.
"I-I should have b-been with her!" Michelangelo sobbed again. I saw Donatello cringe beside me and gave my most reassuring smile.
"It would have been worse if you seen it." Raphael comforted with a soft voice that surprised everyone but Donatello.
"T-True, but..."
"No buts Mikey. You'll see her soon. She'll be fine," Leonardo continued and Raphael nodded his head. I smiled at the review mirror as I stopped at a stoplight.
"O-Okay." Michelangelo sniffed. "Thanks bros,"
"That's what brothers are for, right?" Donatello looked back with a small grin. I blinked in surprise at what he said and so did the other boys. But I quickly put my eyes back on the road as we went going. "W-What? I-I just thought that since you always call u-us bros..t-that-"
"No, no! I'm happy...thanks D," Michelangelo laughed hoarsely. I smiled mainly to myself as Donatello turned around again, clearly embarrassed. "You guys are like my big bros!" I saw Donatello try to hide his smile in the corner of my eye at the thought of being a big brother. I chuckled.
"Well we do practically spend a lot of time together," Leonardo spoke up softly.
"The torture," Raphael teased lightly and I saw Leonardo push his shoulder while Donatello and Michelangelo laughed softly.
"You are no more like my sons than Leonardo, I am proud of the way you comfort each other," I commented and watched all boys blush. I laughed.
I turned a couple of corners for a shortcut. Michelangelo was obviously calmer but still distraught as he would whimper sometimes, mostly in Raphael's arm as Leonardo would push his hand in Michelangelo's beach blonde hair.
"We are almost there Michelangelo, just 10 more minutes," I explained and watched in the review that he slumped on Raphael in relief. Raphael smirked and nudged Michelangelo softly.
"Dudes, thanks for keeping me calm," Michelangelo spoke up softly. "Especially Sensei, thank you for all this."
"You are solely welcome Michelangelo," I smiled at him in the review before turning my attention back on the road.
"Anytime Mike," Raphael spoke up.
"We got your back Mikey," Leonardo chuckled and I heard him pat Michelangelo's head.
"I'm glad your feeling a bit better now," Donatello said as he turned to look at the other boys. I stopped at another stoplight and remembered in my head that another two turns we'd be at the hospital. Finding a place to park would be the problem.
"Thanks," Michelangelo said sounding much happier. "Hey, have you ever had a pain that felt like something was constantly not right?"
"Well that's not random at all," Raphael said sarcastically and I saw him roll his eyes. Leonardo gave him a look.
"Everyone gets that feeling now and again Michelangelo," I spoke up and I heard him hum. Including me, though I tend to not feel that way much anymore.
"Actually...I know what you mean." Donatello said and I blinked in surprise but didn't take my eyes off the road. Something was stirring in my stomach and it was not this unusal turn of conversation. "I feel it too sometimes, well mostly when I'm alone."
"Really?" Michelangelo asked sounding surprised.
"Me too," Leonardo said and I finally looked in the review with wide eyes. He looked...wise and knowing. It threw me off guard.
"But does it feel better? Ya know...when we're together?" Michelangelo asked shyly. Raphael smacked his arm.
"That sounds downright sappy!" He said and Mcihelangelo blushed.
"Actually, it does goes away when we hang out," Donatello replied surprised and Leonardo nodded.
"Well I don't know what ya guys are talkin about," Raphael denied while crossing his arms, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks as everyone stared at him. "...okay, yes, I feel it too and not when we hang out."
The boys and I smiled at him until Donatello turned around to look out his window and inhaled sharply. "SENSEI!"
I gasped as I mentally cursed myself and jolted my gaze forward at Donatello's frantic voice. I didn't run a light but someone else did. And then suddenly it's like my senses were in slow motion.
I had been slamming on the breaks by instinct. On the right a car was ignoring their light, a man clearly being on his cell phone. My heart died a little inside as I tried avoid the envitable, we were about to be hit.
I heard Leonardo shout and Donatello scream but briefly I saw Raphael's eyes widen as he realized we were gonna be hit as he curled his body protectively around Michelangelo.
It felt werid, stunning even, when we were hit. I wanted to puke, I felt so nauseous. The windows broke and I felt shards cutting at me. Everything was going blank and it was like the lights turned off as the world around me jumbled.
"...udyy...c'mon on buddy. That's it, open your eyes." I opened my eyes and glared blearily at the stranger. Who was he and what was he doing in my home-?
Wait, that's not where I was. "Do you know your name? Do you know where you are?" The man asked me, looking into my eyes with a light. I scrunched up in worry and sat up. The man seemed relieved.
"My sons, my children!" I said very frantic. That's right! We were in a crash because of a thoughtless individual! I was taking Michelangelo to see his mother.
"We have them, they are here buddy," The man said and I looked at him with what felt like protective maternal instincts. I then realized that I was on a soft bed and the man in front of me had a white coat on. A doctor? "My name is Dr. Kurtsman, you and your children were very lucky to have not died."
Panic returned. "Where are my sons?!" I know that techincally Donatello, Michelangelo and Raphael did not belong to me, but it rolled off my tounge anyways.
"They are being treated." Dr. Kurtsman said slowly. "You must calm down so I can explain the situation." I took a deep breath and shoved aside all feelings.
"Please...what happened to my sons out there?" I pleaded never feeling so desperate in my life. I cannot lose anyone else precious to me. The man looked at me in sympathy. He had black hair those most of it was greying. He had kind hazel brown eyes.
"First off, can you tell me who you are?" He asked softly.
"H...Hamato Yoshi," I answered and he wrote it down on his clipboard.
"Thank you Hamato-san," Dr. Kurtsman said and smiled merrily at me. "Now, I will answer your question after I tell you about the crash and your injuries to put things into perspective." I nodded, feeling a bit impatient, but the man seemed truly kind.
"Please go on, I remember only so little. I know that the car was coming from the right, so I am worried about Donatello and Raphael," I spoke up my heart beating frantic for my two 'not' sons.
"Yes, we have the man behind the wheel, also being treated but he is worse off." Dr. Kurtsman said looking serious yet sad. "You have sustained cuts and bruises and a mild concussion, but you will be fine."
I slumped in a bit of relief that nothing was seriously wrong with me which means I can be able to help my sons heal. I looked at him and he nodded, writing something down on his clipboard.
"Before I can tell you about your sons, I need their names. None of them are awake yet to tell me." Dr. Kurtsman said and it felt like someone hit me in my chest. Please, don't take my sons away from me...
I gulped and saw him put a supportive hand on my forearm. "T-The one with the dark mousey brown hair is Leonardo Hamato, my son." I watched as he let go of my arm to write this down. "The other three are not my sons,"
"They aren't?" He asked confused and surprised. I shook my head and licked my lips, straigthening myself. I had to be strong for my boys.
"We were heading to the hospital because Michelangelo heard his Mother collapsed and was brought here." I explained and he looked confused and alarmed all the same. "Michelangelo is the beach blonde with the baby blue eyes and freckles." He wrote this down with a small smile. "His last name is Levard, his adoptive Mother is here, her name is Macy Levard."
"Do not worry, I will check for her and tell her." He assured with a strong smile. I found myself smiling a little.
"The one with sun blonde hair is Raphael, I do not know his last name." I said regretfully but Dr. Kurtsman still smiled as he wrote this down. "The one that was in the passanger seat was Donatello Nevarez, mousey brown hair and red brown eyes."
"Very good. I can look at their medical records now, thank you. I will get right on locating Michelangelo's mother." He smiled at me as he flipped through the pages of his clipboard. I tried not to shake as I looked at him, something about the way he looked very confused had confused me.
"How are they? What are their conditions?" I asked feeling very upset and frantic again. He looked at me sadly.
"I'll start one at a time and with your son, Leonardo." He said and my heart clenched. "He is the least injured second to you." I froze in fear. "He has some bruises mainly on his arms and shoulders. He also hit his head which caused him a mild concussion. But he is okay, nothing is broken. We are waiting for him to wake up which should be soon. I think that his right shoulder was sprained so I put it in a sling until he thinks he can move it around again." I nodded.
"Thank goodness," I breathed in relief for Leonardo. Dr. Kurtsman smiled somewhat but then looked almost uncomfortable.
"Michelangelo was sitting in the middle back in between Leonardo and Raphael so he was the third least injured. He sustained injuries to his ribs, fratctured mostly from the impact as he probably was lunged forward in your car. But he broke his left wrist from trying to instinctively block off. But those are the only worst. We are also waiting for him to wake up. He is in the same room as Leoanrdo."
I nodded as a lump formed in my throat. He looked up and then down.
"Raphael has a gash on his forehead from where he hit it against the dash of the door. He turned somewhat, we believe, to protect Michelangelo which probably saved his life. He has some cuts that we stitched on his back others were minor. He has a concussion." Dr. Kurtsman studied the clipboard otherwise he'd of seen me turn pale white.
"G-Go on," I said fearing for Raphael and espeically Donatello. Dr. Kurtsman tried to look calm for me but I was still frantic.
"Okay, well Donatello is a different story." Dr. Kurstman said and dread pumped into my system. "He was hit the most. It's surprising the medics were able to get him at all." I froze and he put a calm hand, looking me in the eye the whole time.
"He sustained a severe concussion and almost suffocated from the airbag. He has minor cuts on his face, but his right shoulder was dislocated and his right leg was broken. The most concerning the blood loss from a particular gash on his waist. We stitched it up and luckily he shared the same blood type as his brothers. We are montoring him but he should also wake up with no problems except the severe concussion."
I slumped down on the pillow in relief. Then I backed up and looked at him confused, but he also seemed deep in thought. "Brothers? Who gave Donatello blood?"
"We got him blood from Leonardo," Dr. Kurtsman said looking at his charts. Then he frowned. "You claimed at first that they were all your sons, but they are not?" I shook my head in confusion. "That is most surprising because when we took their blood too see if they were compatable and they all were. They are siblings, no quadruplets at that, they have similar features too."
"Huh?" I asked hopelessly lost. "That cannot be, they are all foster children. I adopted Leonardo when he was 8 years old." Something strange washed over my body.
"I can check a DNA test for you. But I'm pretty positive they are siblings." Dr. Kurtsman smiled as he patted my shoulder. I was sitting there in shock.
"How...but how could that have happened?" I asked still remembering to blink.
"Well you say they were foster children? If they are indeed brothers, as I think, they are quadruplets at that. If their mother and father died and no one willed to take care of four boys, then they were seperated at birth because statistically no one would adopt four boys together." Dr. Kurtsman explained with a sympathetic look.
I thought about this with newfound shock. Everything he said is true, if they were siblings...I looked up at the doctor. "You probably should check to make sure. And it's probably not a good idea to tell them until we are certain."
He nodded with a bright smile as he stood from my bed and looked at the charts.
"You can lay there and rest until I notify you that Leonardo is awake. I must go find Miss Levard and tell her the news. I also have to contact someone for Raphael and Donatello." Dr. Kurtsman said with a thoughtful look. I was only half paying attention to him but pretended to listen out of politeness.
"Thank you for all your help Dr. Kurtsman," I spoke up because I had not properly thanked him yet. I could feel the band aides on my cheeks and the bandages on my arms to cover up the cuts I'd received. "How long do DNA tests take?"
"Well usually quite awhile but I can pull a few strings," Dr. Kurtsman winked. "So I'd debate a week an a half at the earliest." He scribbled something and handed it to me. "Those are the prescriptions for yours and Leonardo's pain. I also wrote my number so when I contact you you'd know the number."
I gave a geniune smile as I laid down to get comfortable. I only wanted to make sure the boys were okay. I wanted to see them soon. "Thank you."
"You are quite welcome," He winked again with a friendly smile as he walked out of my room and closed the door to give me my privacy. I sighed and stared at the ceiling.
Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo may be siblings? Quadruplets at that. What are the odds? They always were special, especially to me. How was I going to keep this a secret from them for nearly 2 weeks?
woooaah the drama is coming. Poor guys...car wrecks are the worse. Anyways please review and tell me what you think!