I know I have been terrible with updates recently but, trust me, you don't need to know my excuse. Anyway, since I have now disappointed you so much you probably won't be even read this chapter, I will promise an update within the week as well.
Disclaimer: ... T_T ... I really don't need to, do I?
It had been three long days since Raph had the nightmare the first time. He had it every night now though. But now each time, Mikey would get more accusing and more angry with him.
He was now waiting. Raph hated waiting. Patience was something that didn't come easily to him. Waiting wasn't something that he did a lot before, but now his life seemed to revolve around it. He hated waiting to see if Mikey would be alright. He hated waiting for Don and Leatherhead to make a cure fo Mikey. He hated waiting for the moon to come up, so he could blame some wannabe-gangster for Mikey being so ill. He hated waiting for Mikey to wake up. Raph felt safer when Mikey was awake. He could watch his brother, make him feel safer then. Like there wasn't the possibility of death.
Raph was sat on the edge of Mikey's bed. Waiting still. He was dozing slightly, mulling over things. His head dipped and leant against his plastron.
Bang!
He was awoken by the door bursting open. Don and Leatherhead rushed in. Don was carrying a small vile.
The noise had woken Mikey up, and was now sitting up with the help of Raph. Mikey didn't have anymore strength. He couldn't sit up by himself without support from pillows or his brothers. His skin, normally sea green, was tinged with yellow, and his normally bright blue eyes were dull and tired, despite the fact that he slept most of the day. His orange bandanna was soaked in sweat, and had been long ago discarded on the floor. He shoke violently and uncontrollably.
"W'asyour prob'em"? Mikey asked. His voice was quiet and raspy. He slurred the words to make things a little easier. His shaking hand reached out and went for the glass of water, which was passed to him by Don. Leo and Splinter stood in the doorway. They obviously heard Don and Leatherhead meet the door.
"Mikey". Don said taking the water from Mikey, and tipped the mixture into the glass. "I need you to drink all of this, ok? It'll make you better". He said as he handed the glass back to Mikey. Mikey drank slowly, trying to think about anything other than the disgusting taste.
"Now, you're going to sleep for a while, around 5 days to be precise, just while your white blood cells use the cells in the cure to combat the infection. Hopefully, after that, your body will of mended enough to do your normal routine. Obviously not training or patrols just yet". Don explained as Mikey handed back the glass. He seemed to nod but was already falling back to sleep.
Great. Raph thought. More waiting.
Mikey sat up. He was in a dark room, and although he didn't feel sick or ill any more, he had an unsettling feeling in his gut.
"Raph? Leo? Donnie? Sensei? Leatherhead"? He called out.
His answer was a triumphant woop . He followed the sound and came to a dim lantern. He picked it up, and it glowed a bit lighter. He walked a bit further. He heard another sound, but this was more of an happy giggle.
"Hello? Anyone here? This isn't very funny". He called out once more.
He then came across a door. Music, and people laughing came from the other side. He silently grabbed the door handle, and opened the door. He was surprised to see his brothers chatting and laughing with all of their friends. They were wearing goofy party hats, and each had a slice of cake in hand. Mikey walked up to them.
"Hey guys, what's the party for"? He asked, but they didn't even acknowledge him. He waved a hand in front of their faces. "Hello? This isn't funny you know". He said, moodily.
Thinking his brothers were only pranking him, he went to talk to April, Casey and Splinter, but they too ignored him.
He decided to listen in on the conversation.
"So, Master Splinter, what's it like only having sensible and mature kids to raise"? Casey asked with a mouthful of cake. Mikey was confused.
"It is excellent, Mr. Jones. They do not need to be told what to do and what not to do. In fact, it is a relief that Michelangelo died from Pneumonia". His father, his sensei replied. Mikey's stomach and jaw dropped as his father and sensei said the last part. It is a relief that Michelangelo died from Pneumonia. How can his own father say that about him? He wasn't that annoying... was he?
Wait, if I died from pneumonia, then that must mean... I'm a ghost. No. If I died I would of known it. He thought as he rushed back to his brothers.
"Guys? Please, tell me I'm not dead. Please? I don't like this. Guys, please"? He said grabbing each of them, but his hand only went through them.
"Oh Shell, I am a ghost". He said as he stuck his hand through Leo's head.
"So, Raph what's not sharing a bedroom like"? Leo asked Raph. Mikey decided to listen to what Raph had to say.
"Shell, Leo, I can finally sleep. I don't have someone rabbiting on in my ear all night, or snoring their head off. Mikey dying was probably the greatest thing that happened to this family". Raph replied with a genuine smile.
"Wow. I agree. Mikey wasn't exactly much help when it came to important stuff. Remember, because he wanted to have a human friend, he made friends with Chris Bradford, and then managed to get himself captured". Leo laughed.
"No stop it. Leo please stop. I'm not dead. Please, guys, stop, I don't want to hear this". Mikey cried breaking down into tears.
Suddenly the music stopped and the happy, laughing faces his family once wore were gone and replaced with disgusted looks. They glared hurtfully at him.
"Well, you shouldn't of been so weak and die from a small sickness". Don said.
"Just go. We don't want you. No one does. Just go". Everyone said in union in a monotone.
"NO! IT'S NOT TRUE! NO"! Mikey screamed.
They all drew their weapons.
"We said GO"! They cried back and jumped at him.
Well, I finally updated, but if you review, then I will get another update out by the Sunday.
-Oddturtle