Update. Oh man, sorry for not updating earlier, I've been kinda busy with other stories and other stuff, and just life in general,
but here ya go, some more sick turtles for your sick minds XD No, I didn't mean that in an evil kind of way, or maybe a little,
I mean you're reading about turtles in pain, so I guess we're a bit twisted.
And TMNT 2012 season 3 episode 1: into the woods are gonna air tomorrow! Who's excited?
I know I am, and we're gonna see some sick Leo, as in canon.

Well, enough talking, hope you enjoy :3

I don't own TMNT...

"H-hello?" Donnie answered his T-phone.

"Donnie, it's me, April. You called?"

"Y-yeah I did. Why didn't you take your phone April?"

"I'm sorry I was, uhm, kinda busy with something..."

"Oh, I see." Donnie tried to sound as calm as possible, even though he had cried his eyes out just minutes ago.

"You okay? Your voice's a little shaky."

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm cool."

"Then why did you call me? Did something happen?"

"Uhm, you could say that..."

"Donnie, be honest with me, is something wrong?" April demanded an answer.

"No, never mind, sorry for calling you..."

"Donnie, stop pretending everything's fine when it clearly isn't. I'll just come over..."
She was about to end the call, when Donnie told her not to.

"Okay, I'll tell ya. It's my brothers, something happened to them doing a patrol last night, and I kinda might need your help."
His voice was now shaking even more than before. He was so afraid she might refuse, and then what?

"Of course I'll help you. Who's hurt? What supplies do you need?"

"No one's hurt, they are uhm, ill." His voice cracked at the last word, and cursed himself for it.

"Oh, then how bad is it? Is it all three of them? What's their symptoms?"

"They all have their own symptoms, that's what makes it so hard. I have to find an antidote,
but since we're dealing with three possibly different diseases, I might need to make three completely different cures.
I've already tried to analyze some samples, but there were nothing beyond the ordinary."

"... I'm on my way..."

"Could you maybe buy some Ibuprofen? And some Aspirin? I'll need it in tablets form, but also injection."

"Sure I'll get it right away."

"Thanks April, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, you guys are like a family to me, I would never abandon you." She then ended the call.

Donnie looked at the now black screen of his T-phone.
He didn't have the energy to stand up, and the cold floor was kinda comfy.
He had to get back to the main room though, he had to check on them,
but he just couldn't seem to get himself together yet.
He was scared. What if he couldn't find an antidote in time? What if one of them got worse?

No, he had to get up and fight, it didn't help giving up already, and now April would come and give them a helping hand.

He finally managed to stand up on shacking legs, and leaved the safety of his lab.

They were sleeping again, or at least they seemed like it.

Donnie checked on Leo as the first. He were having a high fever, but other than that, nothing seemed any different.
At least not until he examined him further and started listening to his breathing.
It sounded like he had something stocked in his throat, as he wheezed for every breath he took.

"Hey Leo, you awake body?" Donnie asked as he carefully shook him. He slowly opened his eyes and started whining.

"Donnie, why did you wake me?" The distraught turtle complained as he pulled the blanket over his head.

"your breath is uneven. Do you have any trouble breathing?"

"A little." His eyes peeked out from under the cover.

"Could you maybe sit up, that would make my job easier."

Leo carefully sat up and hissed as a sudden burning feeling appeared in his throat.

"You sound a bit hoarse. Here, open up." Donnie ordered, then stuffed a wood stick into his mouth to examine his throat.
It didn't take long before Leo started gagging, and Donnie had to pull it out.

"Looks like You're having a larger amount of mucus in your throat, but the samples didn't show any signs of that..."

"Then maybe it wasn't there earlier?" Leo questioned.

"Oh come on that's... Possible? You're gaining new symptoms, but how?
And how can each one of you have different symptoms, when you got hit by the same goop?
This makes zero sense, I'll have to take new samples.
Aw shell, this is gonna take forever, and you might not have forever!"

"Donnie, calm down, it's alright. You don't have to rush it, just take it eas-" Leo got cut off by a sudden coughing fit.
He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand and bend over.
He was feeling a sharp, almost stabbing pain in the chest.
Donnie was by his side in a matter of seconds and patted him gently on his back.

"What is happening Leo? Can you explain it to me?" Leo didn't answer and simply continued to cough.

"Water, you need water?" Donnie tried strenuously to get some kind of explanation out of him, but Leo wasn't able to answer.

Finally he managed to cough up some mucus, which stuck to his hand.

"Did you get it all? Is some of it still blocking the airway?"
Donnie gripped Leo's mouth and forcefully opened it to look inside, and almost got his fingers bitten off by the snapping turtle.

"Hey, what was that for?!"

"Donnie please, relax. Yeah I got it, nothings blocking. I could kinda use a tissue though."

"Right, I'll get you one. Some tea too."

"That would be nice, thanks."

Donnie got up and headed for the kitchen to get a paper towel.

When he came back, Leo had managed to cough up even more sputum, some of it running down his mouth.

He sat down beside him and started cleaning his hands.

"Aren't you afraid we might infect you?" Leo looked concerned at his brother, who smiled back.

"I'm not sure this is contagious Leo, you might have a virus, but if I were in any danger of being infected then it would have already happened.
Besides I didn't find any signs of possible transmission. I'll remember to wash my hands frequently."

"Good." There were quiet for a minute.

"Are you having any new symptoms?" Donnie finally broke the silence.

"M-my chest and head hurts, and, my hands won't stop shacking." His voice was hoarse and trembling.

"So I figured." Donnie acknowledged as he finished cleaning his big bro's slimy fingers and mouth.

"Is it real bad, or just an annoyance?"

"T-the first one, I can barely breath." He answered as he bend forward slightly, hugging his upper body.

"This sounds like asthma, so it might be a lung infection. Sit tight, I'll find a stethoscope."
Donnie leaved again and headed for his lab.

"Leo, you okay?" Mikey asked while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just a l-little out of breath. What about you?"

"My arms aren't numb anymore, which is a relief."

"N-no, how are you, all in all."

"Not good really, I feel like someone's stabbing me in my guts."
The smaller turtle hugged the lower part of his stomach as it started rumbling.

"That doesn't sound good." Leo warned, as his little brother got paler. "You need to, you know?"

"Uh-uh, not yet, it just hurts real bad."

"H-have you eaten anything? It might help."

"Eat? No. Not sure that's a good idea."Mikey made a face of discomfort as his stomach turned again.

"I agree with Leo on this, it might help a bit." Donnie advised as he reentered the room.
He sat down on the couch and sat the stethoscope on Leo's plastron.

"Now try and take deep breaths." The blue clad turtle did as told, and took the deepest breath he possibly could.
It backfired as he started coughing again, but Donnie didn't stop the physical exam.
His chest gave out crackling noises, and his heart rate was above average.

"Donnie do something, he's dying!" Mikey finally yelled up. The purple clad turtle finally picked up an inhaler from his belt.

"Here take this, it should relieve the pressure a bit." He accepted it and inhaled the medicine.

"Guys, stop talking, you're hurting me..." Raph complained from the other end.

"Then it might be better for you to lie somewhere more silent.
I'm not really sure how good an idea it is to split you guys up, but if the noise is too much for you..."

"But it's so comfy here." The red clad turtle whined.

"Then some earplugs maybe? I'll go find some. And some water for you Mikey."

"What about my Tea?"

"Sure, I'll get you your Tea Leo."

"And pizza?"

"No Raph, no pizza. Some biscuits maybe."

"Aww don't talk about pizza dude, it makes me wanna... D-Donnie, b-bucket..."
He sat up and bend over as a sudden wave of nausea hit him. His stomach started cramping as he tried to keep it all down where it should be.
The taller turtle managed to grab the bucket and set it right beneath him just in time, as the smallest turtle violently emptied his stomach.
Leo got up from his seat and helped the stressed out turtle by holding the bucket.

"I got it Donnie, just go and get the things." The purple clad turtle simply nodded and stood up.
Leo started making soothing circles on his brother's back with his free hand, and the orange clad turtle managed to let out small whimpers.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Leo promised, but his broken voice made it sound pathetic.

Sometime later Mikey finally stopped and sat back up, sweat dripping down from his forehead.

"It hurts Leo, can't you make it stop please?" He continued to whimper, not able to stop himself.

"No I can't, but Donnie will find a way." He assured him.
His gaze moved from Mikey and towards Raph, who slowly rocked back and forth, holding on to his head with both hands.

"You okay Raph?"

"No, it feels like my head is falling off, I have to keep holding onto it, then it w-won't fall off." He whispered feverishly.

"Huh? No it won't, that's impossible, just let go off it."

"No! You can't make me! Go away..."

"Raph, stop acting like a child, I understand it hurts, but it won't fall off." He started talking louder, making his throat hurt again.

"Don't yell, please, stop talking, and stop hitting me in the head."

"I'M NOT-" Leo took a deep breath, or as deep as he could, and counted to five
"Raph, no one's hitting you. You're delusional, and it's probably just the fever, so calm down."

"Huh? You say something?"

"...Never mind." Leo finally gave up and lied back down, not having enough energy to deal with anything.

Raph narrowed his eyes as he tried to focus on the glass in front of him, but somehow missed it each time he reached out for it.

"Hey stay still, stop moving around..." He started feeling dizzy, and his hand was about to go numb.

"Here let me help you." A new voice appeared just behind the couch.

"Huh, who's there?"

"Don't worry, it's just me."

"Me who?" Raph asked confused.

"April." She finally sat down beside the baffled turtle. She picked up the glass and approached him.
He accepted her assistance, opened his mouth, and let her pour the cold drink down his throat.

"Was that better?"

"It feels wet." He simply stated and closed his eyes.

"I'll take that as a thank you. And you're welcome." She let a hand on his forehead.
"Oh my, you're burning up! Stay here I'll find you a cold cloth."

She stood up and headed for the kitchen, not expecting to find a Donnie half asleep in a chair, but she did...

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