Raph shook his head. There was no way that this was happening. His little brother was dying. Slowly dying. Slowly leaving them. Slowly leaving him. This can't be happening.

Not Mikey. Why Mikey? Why in God's name did it have to be Mikey?

He faintly felt a furry hand on his shoulder pulling him away from the bed. No, he had to stay. Had to help Mikey. Can't leave. Shouldn't leave. Won't leave.

"Come Raphael. Michelangelo needs his rest. Raphael". A stern, yet worried voice pulled him back to reality. The words were jumbled around in his head, but he stood up and followed his master and family out of the room. He gave one last helpless look to Mikey, who was falling back asleep. Then the door closed behind, cutting him off from his brother.

He growled and ran over to his punching bag, and gave it the biggest flying kick. It flew off its hinges and skidded to a halt in a far corner. He sighed and ran to his room. He slumped down onto the bed, and he cried. He cried until he fell into a nightmare-plagued sleep.

-TMNTMNTMNTMNT-

Raph opened his eyes to see darkness. The only light source seemed to come from a small, dim lamp. As he cautiously made his way over to the lamp and picked it up, and that was when he heard a sound. It sounded like small, barely audible breathing, in...out...in...out. Not being able to see much, he warily made his way over to the sound.

"NO"! He shouted as the dim light suddenly grew brighter and it fell upon a body.

Raph ran forward to the slumped figure that sat in the corner of the room.

"MIKEY"! The said turtle lifted his head slightly, to stare at Raph who was worriedly looking over his baby brother.

"Why didn't you help me Raph? I'm dying, and you're not doing anything about it. Don't you love me Raph"? He asked in a monotone voice.

"What? Wh-what are you talking about Mikey? Of course I love you, Mikey". Raph replied, pausing in his check up on his brother.

"No you don't. You were never nice to me, you never wanted me, you never loved me". Mikey said, in the same monotone. He stood up, though making his knees shake, from his illness. The same raspy breathing followed with each step that he took, heading away from Raph.

Raph watched with wide eyes as Mikey stood up and told Raph that he never loved him. Raph tried to get up and move, but his muscles seemed to be unresponsive.

"MIKEY! Wait, I never hated you, I always loved you, please Mikey don't leave me"!

Mikey kept walking, and then the shadows swallowed him, leaving Raph alone, in the dimming light.