A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry it took so long to get it up! I've been busy with work and my summer project for school in the fall. Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chapter up a little quicker. I'm also sorry about the confusion with the wrong spelling of Sensei. When I put in the ay instead of the ei, I was just trying to (in my mind at least) bring to life as much as possible the five year old speech. (c: Anywho, here's the next chapter! Enjoy

"Shhh, Michaelangelo, Shhhh" Splinter said soothingly, trying to comfort the small child. Poor Mikey hadn't stopped crying. All Splinter could do for the time being was to cradle his son and continue to rub his shell. He gently rocked back in forth in the rocking chair that sat in the boys' room. It sat idly for the most part of the day; but once the night time came, it suddenly took part in the night time ritual of bed time. Splinter would always keep a steady rocking rhyme as he read the four boys a story.

"Masta' Splinter?"

Splinter looked towards the doorway, only for it to reveal Raph. His soft brown eyes were large with concern; a trait so uncommon for the five year old. Even at such a young age the boy possessed such an apprehensive air about him. Splinter couldn't help but to smile. It indeed warmed his heart to see this rare pleasure.

"Yes Raphael?"

The toddler waddled over to his master and set his small hands on the arm rest, looking intently and seriously into his father's eyes, "Is Mikey ok?"

"I do not know my son." Splinter sighed, wrapping the blanket he had closer around Mikey, "He is very sick though."

Raph just nodded. He ascended himself up onto his tiptoes in order to get a better look at his little brother. Mikey had now fallen silent, but tears still streamed down his beak. He suddenly broke out into a harsh cough, which lasted for several moments. When the cough found fit to cease, a moan escaped from Mikey's lips. This scared Raph. He knew this wasn't any normal cold or flu. Splinter just held his son closer, his brow furrowing with great haste.

"What can I do to help?"

Leo and Donny still sat at the kitchen table, eating their breakfast. Though no words were spoken, you could tell the worry that filled both of their minds. Every once in a while, they'd share a concerned glance, only to look back down at their food and wait some more. They may have only been five, but they knew if Raph showed some concern there was something to really worry about.

"Leo?" Donny spoke softly, not even glancing up at his brother. Leo, fork in his mouth, just looked over and replied with a "Mmm?".

"Do you-"

However, before Donny could finish his sentence, Splinter walked in. Both of the tots fell silent and looked expectingly up at their Sensei. Splinter, as always, didn't allow his face to betray his emotions. He just smiled at his sons, even though underneath the mask he felt a painful bubble of concern for his youngest.

"Your brother is resting." Splinter told them, and left it at that. Donny just nodded, but Leo's curiosity got the better of him.

"Is he really, really sick Sensei?"

"I do not know how serious Michaelangelo's sickness is my son. We will have to wait to see what his condition is like later." Splinter stated. He started preparing an herbal tea, his deft paws moving swiftly over the necessarily implements and ingredients. Michaelangelo had devolved a bad cough, so Splinter hoped that the tea would help bring it down.

Donny was the next one to pipe up, "Where's Raph?"

"In your room keeping your brother company." Splinter looked over at his son. Donny had a fork in his hands and was absent mindedly rubbing his thumb over the prongs.

"How ya doing Mikey?" Raph asked. He sat on the bed next to his brother, trying to keep the blanket he had on top of him wrapped around as tightly as possible.

"M'kay" Mikey's response was weak. Poor Mikey's chest hurt, especially whenever he coughed. His cough also made his lungs feel like they were on fire. In short, Mikey tried not to move as much as possible. The young one's eye lids felt extremely heavy, and he wanted to go to sleep. Yet the room felt cold, making it hard for him to fall asleep. An involuntary shiver ran down Mikey's back, the movement hurting his chest. He let out another moan and tried to snuggle into his pillows farther than he already was.

Splinter entered into their room, carrying a small cup of tea in his paw. When he reached Mikey, he laid one paw on his forehead. Mikey was still burning to the touch. Splinter knew that if his fever didn't go down by night time, this would be a more serious illness than he first expected.

"Here Michaelangelo, you must try and drink this. It will help with the coughing."

The small turtle moaned at the thought, but attempted to sit up anyway. It hurt more doing that simple task then just coughing. More tears slid down his cheeks. Splinter, seeing his sons obvious discomfort, put his arm around his shell to give Mikey support. He helped his son drink down as much of the tea as possible, then helped him settle back into the comforts of his blankets.

"Try to sleep my son." Splinter suggested softly. He laid his paw on Mikey's head one more time, just for the sake of comfort. He looked up at Raph, who sat quietly waiting for instructions.

"Raphael, will you have a problem staying here by Michaelangelo's side? I wish to try and found out what his illness might be, but it means going to use the books that are in my room."

"Yeah Sensei, no problem." Raph replied, taking his seat next to his brother as before. Splinter smiled down at his son, then walked slowly out, looking back at Mikey several times.

Once their father had left the room, Mikey's body sent down another shiver. A few more tears and moans followed. Suddenly, something had been placed over Mikey's body. He lifted his head slightly to see Raph tucking his yellow blanket over him. Mikey's eyes widen at this.

"Raph," He rasped, looking up at his older brother, "Your blanket?"

"You need it more than I do." Raph said, sitting down next to his brother. Mikey allowed his head to rest in the pillows again. The extra blanket did give him the warmth he craved for, and soon Mikey had fallen asleep. Soft snores came from underneath the yellow cloth, and Raph just scooted closer to his little brother.

"I'm here for ya Mikey."