So, I'm not a genius, and I had to include some medical indications,
sorry if they aren't 100% right, I really tried though.

You guys have no idea how hard this is to write, I mean it's fun, but hard...
Might be torturing the turtles a bit...

I don't own TMNT or anything else beside the words and the story...

The purple masked turtle was sitting in the lab, busy examining the blood samples for a second time.
He was looking through a microscope, trying to find anything unusual in the blood after centrifugation.

He had already examined the saliva samples, and there had been minimal signs of any unknown toxic.

Based on his measurements, and the white blood cell count being just around 12.500 In Leo, 13.350 in Raph, and 13.725 in Mikey,
the infection could be both Viral and Bacterial. If Bacterial, then antibiotics would be available and maybe cure them in a matter of days,
if Viral, then it'll be way harder to cure, since Viruses would be resistant to it, but also less dangerous.

"But how do I find out whether its Bacterial or Viral? This stupid microscope clearly decides to betray me after all these months of use.
Why now, why couldn't you wait a day or two? Okay, scolding an inanimate object won't help. Guess I'll need a new one."

He leaned back in his chair, unsure what to do next. He had been in there for just about half an hour, which wasn't that long,
but he had been fast paced, determined to find answers as fast as possible in case the infection were severe.
He was just about to start examine the last sample, when the sound of dragging feet made him lose his main focus.

When he turned his head towards the direction of the door, the silhouette of a turtle stood in the door frame.

"D, are you busy?"

"Mikey, what are you doing up? Didn't I tell you to go get a nap?"

"I tried, but I couldn't fall asleep."

"What about Leo and Raph, are they up too?"

"No, they're long gone, that didn't take long."

"Then why are you still up? Feeling too uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, it gets worse when lying down. I just, don't feel like sleeping, and I don't wanna be alone.
Could I maybe stay in here with you? I won't bug yah, I promise."

Don thought about it for a second, knowing that even a sick Mikey would do more harm than good,
so having him and his curious fingers sitting at his side would probably be a bad idea.

"Okay you may stay, just, try and keep a bit of a distance."

"Right, I'll just sit in the bean bag. Hey could I maybe borrow your laptop?"

"For what?"

"Casey told me about this show called ridiculousness the other day."

"And now you wanna see it."

"May I?" Mikey begged, puppy eyes locked on its pray.

"Yeah you may, here you go." Don gave in and handed him the computer.

"Just be as quiet as possible."

"Hey it's me we're talking about, can't promise anything." The orange masked turtle leaved the desk as weakly as he arrived.

Don continued his research, now with a mildly laughing turtle in the room.

Now it was the, uhm, more private sample. He had to check color, consistency, shape, odor, and the presence of mucus.
He had to look out for blood, bile and white blood cells too.

He had to go through a microscopic examination, chemical tests, and microbiologic tests, which all felt really awkward,
but he had to see through it and continue. He managed to work for just about twenty minutes,
then heard a weak moan and looked in the direction of the bean bag.
The younger turtle had closed the laptop and placed it on the floor.
He was sitting at the edge of the gag, hugging his stomach tightly again.

"Hey Mikey, you okay?" Don got up from his chair and walked towards his little brother, who just kept moaning.
He finally sat down beside him, and began rubbing his hand on his shoulder in comfort.

"You need something? You have to go to the bathroom? Anything?" Donnie looked at him in full despair and empathy. He then placed a hand on his forehead.

"You're burning up! Stay here, I'll find a wet cloth." He had only just reached the door entrance when he heard the sound of a meal coming back up again.

He turned his head and got to see the lovely sight of a young turtle covered in vomit.
He ran back inside and put his hand on his shell and move it in round comforting movements, as the vomiting continued.

"S-sorry Donnie."

"Don't you apologize for something that's beyond your control."

He finally managed to stop himself, and was now covered in his own hurl.

"You think you can stand up?"

"Yeah."

He did as told, but only managed to keep himself up for about 5 seconds before his legs gave in, and the purple masked turtle had to give him a shoulder to lean on.

"I'm sorry, but you really need a bath now, and with that state that you're in, I fear you can't really do that yourself."

"And the point?" He mumbled feverish.

"The point is, that I'll have to help you. It might get a bit awkward, but it's for your own good."

"That's fine, I don't mind."

Donnie sat his brother down on the closed toilet seat and turned on the lukewarm water.
He helped his brother out of the knee and elbow pads, for then getting him into the bathtub.
He used a sponge to carefully rubbing his body free from puke, while Mikey just sat there like a lifeless doll.

"You are a good brother D, I love you." He stated weakly.

"You don't mean that, It's just the fever talking."

"No, I mean I, you are, a good turtle brother." He began talking gibberish as he slowly closed his eyes.

"No please don't fall asleep now, stay awake buddy."

"I can't, I have to sail the ship home."

"Hey focus! Get up and let me wipe you." He managed to get the confused turtle out of the water, dried him and wrapped him into a bathrobe.
He then led him back into the living room, where the two other turtles were still asleep.

"You wanna stay in here, or do you prefer your room?"

"My room is full of monsters, don't let them eat me..."

"Okay sorry, I got it, you wanna be here."

He slowly helped the younger turtle lie down.

"I'm cold. Who ordered winter?" Don got the point and threw a blanket over him.

"There, anything else."

"I'm tired, I wanna sleep."

"Well, I think that would be the best too. Goodnight little brother."

He was just about to head back to the lab when another voice called.

"Hey Donnie, could you get me a glass of water?" He turned around to face the turtle.

"Of course Raph, I'll go get it right away."

This is getting out of control, maybe I should call someone for help...

Who do you think would be the right one to call? Leave a review and tell me what you think...