This was so hard to write, but I finally did it. Please read and enjoy, and leave a review afterwards ;)
I don't own TMNT
"Hey Donnie, wake up Buddy." April whispered as she gently shook the sleeping turtle .
"Come on Don, I've made coffee." She enticed , and the turtle opened his right eye.
"What kind?"
"The strong kind." April handed him a cup and then leaned against the fridge.
"So, how bad are they?"
"Pretty bad. They're temperatures are above 39oC. Mikey can't keep any food down, Leo has trouble breathing, and Raph is having a bad migraine.
None of the tests showed any signs of either virus or bacterial infection. I might have to try and take new tests."
"Do you have any idea what this might be? Any change in behavior that might leave a clue?"
"Well they got infected by the same goopy substance, so they might have similar afflictions.
I do have a theory, but I'm not sure yet." Donnie took a big slurp of his coffee, which gave out a nice warm feeling in his throat.
"So, you having any idea what to do from here?" She asked as she started searching for that cloth she originally came to collect.
"Leo coughed up some mucus. I'll have to examine that. And if my suspicions are true, then I might need a spinal fluid test on too. I'll get that from Mikey."
Donnie finally stood up and started gathering all the supplies his brothers had ordered.
The Tea for Leo, Earplugs and biscuits for Raph, and water for Mikey.
"You sure you can carry it all?"
"Yeah no problem." Donnie fumbled a bit but quickly got the hang of it.
"How long since all this started?"
"It started this morning, so about eight hours."
"And how long do you have to find the right cure to treat them?"
"I don't know, somewhere between an hour and a week, I'm not sure really as it keeps getting worse. Who knows, it might be deadly."
The turtle let out a sight as he looked in the direction of the door.
The red head ripped the supplies out of his hands and placed them on the table, leaving some free space between them.
"Hey, why did you do that? We don't have time for goofing off" He stated.
He was about to pick them back up when two thin arms curled around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
"It's okay Donnie, we'll get to the bottom of this, together. You aren't alone in this."
He accepted the comfort, and gently hugged her back. It felt like time stood still for a moment , as her body heat covered him like a fuzzy blanket.
It was nice, really nice indeed. He could stand like that for hours, but that wasn't the case, as a sudden outburst rushed him back to reality.
"Donnie, come quick!" It was Mikey yelling.
"I'm coming Mikey, hold on! April get the things!" He then ran off.
Donnie and April came running out of the kitchen, not ready to deal with whatever the matter might be.
They were greeted by a shaking orange clad turtle, who looked like he was about to pass out. He was leaning against the wall, right beside the doorframe.
"D-Donnie, It's Raph, something's wrong." Was all he managed to spit out before he slowly slid down the wall and into a sitting position on the ground.
"Mikey, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave the couch?" The genius asked as he helped his brother back on his feet. He then lifted him up bridal style.
"But, I had to find you. You were gone for so long." The small turtle whimpered as the sudden movements made him sick to his stomach.
"I was only gone for a few minutes."
"Don't let go of me!" Mikey pleaded and grabbed his arm. The touch revealed a new clue: cold hands.
As Donnie moved forward he started hearing sounds of gagging and choking.
"Hold still Raph, Donnie's coming." A hoarse voice reassured as the noise continued.
"Leo, is that you? What's happening?" The purple clad turtle practically ran the rest of the way, even though the weak turtle in his arms complained about it.
April worriedly followed.
"Yeah it's me, I need some help." The genius was met with a sight of fright. The red clad turtle was jerking violently, kicking and shaking with eyes rolled back.
Leo was trying to hold him down, fearing he might hurt himself. Donnie put Mikey down carefully for then reappearing by his big brothers side only seconds later.
"He's having a seizure! Quick Leo, let go of him! April, help me get him off the couch and onto the carpet."
Leo let go immediately and leaned up against the back of the couch. He was sweating like crazy, leaving the fabric behind him slightly moist.
April lied the things down on a nearby table, then they carefully picked the cramping turtle up and lied him back down on the floor.
Donnie then rolled him onto his side, as April placed a small pillow underneath his head. He was barely awake.
The purple clad turtle sat down beside him, making sure he didn't hurt himself as the jerking continued, followed up by sudden lip smacking.
The purple clad turtle slowly stroke his upper arm, trying to calm the panicking turtle.
"Hey bro, it's gonna be okay, this might suck, but it isn't dangerous. Just try and relax okay?"
"I-Is he gonna be okay?" The blue clad turtle asked. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes looked heavy.
"April, go check on Leo, I think he's getting worse."
April did as told and sat down beside him. She delicately put a hand on his forehead.
"He's burning up." She informed as she put two fingers on his wrist. "And his heart rate is above normal."
"Try cooling him down." He advised and threw a cold cloth her way.
"What about Mikey, you want me to check on him too?"
"If the scenario was slightly different, then yes, but right now I want you to stay with Leo." The leader wanted to protest, but knew they wouldn't obey him as long as his condition was this severe.
The coldness of the moist fabric made his body twitch slightly, as the coldness shocked his overheated skin.
Donnie finally set his focus back onto the convulsing turtle, who had finally stopped jerking. His eyes wasn't rolled back anymore, but his neck was still stiff. The seizure had already lasted more than four minutes, and it wasn't quite over yet.
"Hey bro, are you coming back to us? Can you hear me?" He was starring at nothing in particular, and suddenly started shaking again, as fluid escaped his mouth.
Donnie reached for a paper towel and started whipping his mouth, making sure he didn't suffocate.
After another minute, the seizure finally stopped, and Raph went unconscious.
The taller turtle stood up for then sitting back down next to April and Leo.
"Hey, how are ya?"
"C-can barely breathe." The blue clad turtle simply answered, sounding like someone who had just run a marathon. He was shacking uncontrollably,
and a weird raspy sound occurred every time he breathed.
"Can you describe it a bit more?"
"S-someone's s- stabbing me in the chest. H-holding a hand on throat."
"So a stabbing pain in the chest, and something blogging the airway?" Leo simply nodded.
"Here, I got your tea, it might clean the throat bit." He reached out for the now lukewarm tea,
and then handed it to Leo, who accepted it. He doubly looked at it, not sure he would be able to sink it.
"By the way I'll need a new blood sample-" Leo suddenly gagged and spit out the fluid,
as the tension in his chest increased, and another coughing fit began.
Donnie patted him hard on his shell, as his face turned slightly blue. He could hear slime slowly moving upwards, and hastily grabbed a paper towel.
He coughed up blobs of yellow mucus mixed with blood.
"Oh no, these symptoms, they're developing too fast. I have to get back to the research, I think I know what to look for now."
"And what is that?"
"A bacteria, either Streptococcus pneumonia or Neisseria. I'll have to get the spinal fluid biopsy immediately.
Could you keep an eye on Leo and Raph for a moment?" She nodded. Donnie anxiously picked a very fragile Mikey up and left the room.
He curled up in his arms, making him look that much smaller.
"Where are we going?" His voice was shacking, he was clearly scared.
"My lab. You have to go through a very important test that might help me find a cure."
"Does it include a needle, you know I hate needles."
"Sorry bro, but it do include a needle."
"How big?"
"Big enough, but don't worry, I'll make sure you won't feel it."
They entered the lab, and Donnie put the scared turtle down and onto the operating table.
He nervously filled a small needle with anesthetics, knowing this wasn't gonna be easy for either him or his brother.
"You might feel a small prick." Donnie warned as he turned him onto his side and stung him in the upper part of his leg. He let out a small feeble cry, then nothing.
"You okay Mikey?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you done yet?"
"Uhm, not exactly." The genius grabbed a small bore and a Bone marrow biopsy needle.
"You feeling anything?" He asked a minute later after pinching his leg.
"No. You promise it won't hurt?" The smaller turtle whimpered.
"You might be a bit sore afterwards. " He answered honest. Mikey closed his eyes as Donnie bored through the outer layer of the shell,
for then sticking him with the thick metal needle, withdrawing the needed marrow sample. He then covered the hole with Resin.
Mikey wailed throughout the whole procedure.
"There, I'm done. You may sit up now." He did as told and managed to get into a rather
uncomfortable sitting position.
"You lied. You promised it wouldn't hurt."
"Could you feel it?"
"Yeah a little bit."
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay... Donnie, I'm feeling weird again. May I sleep now?"
"Could you try and stay awake a bit longer?" The orange clad turtle simply nodded before closing his eyes.
Donnie made a fast examination of his body. His forehead was burning, meaning he still had a high fever.
Both his hands and feet were cold, meaning poor circulation.
Donnie then examined his arms and found the beginning of a weird looking rash.
He carefully pressed a glass onto it, hoping it would fade under pressure, but it didn't.
The purple clad turtle was no longer in doubt, he knew exactly what they were dealing with:
Bacterial meningitis/Septicemia.
They needed a broad spectrum of antibiotics that he didn't have, and they needed them immediately.
"Hey D, what's wrong, you look like someone who just saw a ghost." Mikey informed, looking up at the taller turtle,
who was clearly in shock. He slowly sat down on the operation table and carefully hugged the smaller turtle.
"It's gonna be okay Mikey, I promise I'll get you all back to health."
"Of course you will, why wouldn't you?"
"Mikey, I want you to understand that what we're dealing with isn't just a flu or stomach bug, it's dangerous,
and I don't have all the things I need to make you feel better. I'll have to leave the lair for a while."
The orange clad turtle could feel a knot in his stomach as he hugged him back.
"Please Donnie, I don't wanna die." He whined as tears filled his blue eyes.
"You won't die Mikey, I promise."
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