A/N: What?! Allybethie is finally posting?! Sorry for such a long wait guys! I've been horrible, I know! Never fear though, I have not forgotten this story! Junior year proved to be more busy then I thought. :P. Anywho, thanks for being patience guys! Enjoy the next chapter!

"moanie'a?" Leo look at Raph, his eyebrows furrowing. They had finished their breakfast not too long ago, and now the three boys were playing quietly in the den before their morning practice. Raph had been spending the last few minutes recapping on his discussion with Splinter the night before.

"No!" Raph huffed, "ne'moanya!"

"nuh-moan-ya?" Leo repeated uncertainly. When Raph had assured him that he had pronounced it correctly, little Leo smiled slightly.

"How long did sensay say it would take for Mikey to get bet'er?" Donny asked. He had been fiddling with a few tinker toys that Splinter had found while out salvaging once. The building pieces often help Donny to calm down when he became upset, like after a fight with his brothers. It allowed him to focus on something else long enough for him to unconscientiously work through his current problem. Today however, it wasn't working.

"He sa'd he could be bet'er soon, or it could be a few weeks." Raph replied. Donny nodded at the response.

"Whatev'r it is, it's makin' Mikey really sick." Leo stated solmonly. The three boys just stared down in their hands.

"Come my sons."

Three small heads whipped towards the source of the voice. Splinter stood by the door way of their makeshift dojo. He had witness their conversation, and it broke his heart to see them this concerned. He wished he could tell them truthfully that their brother was going to be alright. He was afraid to give them false hope though, for fear of it being thrown back in their faces.

"Sensay," Donny got up and waddled slightly towards their father. Splinter knelt down, putting a paw on his son's shoulder.

"Yes Donatello?"

"Mikey... well... I mean..." Donny started to tug on the end of his bandanna. This was a sure sign that he wanted to cry. Splinter gently engulfed his son with his arms.

"Shhh, Donatello, it's ok to cry."

Mikey tossed and turned in his bed. He as tired as he was, he couldn't sleep. The uncomfortable temperature his body had reached had refrained him from doing so.

He rolled over onto his carapace and sighed. He winced as the breath left him. He moaned, beginning to feel very annoyed with this sick business.

"Mikey! You're wake!"

Mikey looked bleary eyed at Leo. His blue-banded brother had a ear-to-ear grin on his face, and in his arms he carried a few of their favorite puzzles. Mikey smiled, he loved puzzles.

"Hi Leo."

"How are you feeling?" Leo asked, walked up to his brother's bed.

Mikey coughed in response. Leo frowned, putting the puzzles on the floor, then climbing up onto the bed.

"Leo," Mikey's voice began to crack, his eyes full of tears, "I don't like being sick.

Leo pulled back the blankets and snuggled in with his brother. Although Mikey was hot, he was extremely glad to have the company.

"I know Mike, I know."

Raph looked at his brothers. They had both fallen asleep. If the situation hadn't been so serious, Raph would have gotten the camera their sensei had found and taken some leverage. Right now though, Raph was controlling his tears. He had to keep repeating to himself over and over in his head that boys didn't cry, especially him. Yet, the conversation with Splinter kept replaying in his mind. Splinter had mentioned that being out in the cold and in the rain could cause Mikey's illness.

Mikey had been out in the October rain not to long ago.

Raph bit his lip. This was all his fault.