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Sleeping. Dozing. Resting. Whatever you wanted to call it. Mikey's life seem to be based on that now. He couldn't do anything anymore. Not by himself anyway. He needed help to do anything and everything. Don said that it was normal for humans to be so weak and frail, especially when they were ill. But being half turtle as well, meant that his immune system was dented. But sleeping apparently helped that. It gave time for humans to build their immune system up again, so they can recover.
Only, it wasn't working like Leatherhead or Don had thought it should.
Mikey had been sleeping for five days now. Though it was nearly a fortnight since Don had injected him with the supposed cure. And he was worried. Why wasn't it working? Was there something that he overlooked? He turned back to his cure formula.
Suddenly, he cried out. It all made sense, why Mikey wasn't waking up, why he didn't seem to be getting better. Where a sense of satisfaction rose in his chest from how he had solved his dilemma, a sense of panic and guilt quickly replaced it.
He had put an ingredient in the cure that Mikey was highly allergic to. Grabbing his allergic reaction pen from an organised drawer, he ran towards Mikey's room. His family, upon hearing his cry, were coming to meet him.
Using speed he didn't know he possessed, Don ran to his little brother's room. He burst through the door, making it slam against the wall behind it. The noise startled Mikey awake. The first time he had woken up in five days.
He sat up quickly, due to instinct, but coughed heavily. Don was quickly at his side, gently moving him so he was propped against the pillows. Eyelids already drooping, Mikey breathed heavily, his short breaths were irregular and hitched every so often. He swallowed and attempted to talk, but due to his current condition, it came out in a hoarse whisper.
"S'umm'it wron', D'n"? He chocked out, words still slurred. By now, everyone had piled into the room. Leo and Splinter stood inside, but close to the door, both stood with their hands clasped behind their backs. Raph was literally on top of Don, so he could see what Donnie was doing. Don shrugged his hand off, and readied the injection.
"What is it, Don? What are you doing"? Raph asked. He needed his little brother back, and he would do anything to get him better again. Shell he would even go to Shredder demanding he took therapy to over come his past. That oddly didn't scare Raph, what scared him was Mikey. When he was awake, he had been so scared that his brother would suddenly go limp in his hugs, or something horrid like that. But then when he was asleep, he was so scared thay he wouldn't see if Mikey stopped breathing. He felt powerless. Helpless. Useless.
"I realised why Mikey isn't getting better any time soon. In the cure was carbonate disulphide. Aka a substance Mikey is allergic to. Hopefully, if this allergy pen works, then Mikey should get better". Don said, as he leveled the injection next to Mikey's neck.
Since falling asleep, Mikey was not aware of what was about to happen so when the long needle pierced his skin, he let out a shrill cry. His weak arms tried batting Don away. This had little affect.
Tears formed in his eyes, blurring his vision. Confused and hallucinating due to his allergy, he thrashed wildly about.
Had Bishop captured him? Where were his brothers? Had Bishop captured them too? How was he going to escape? How could he help his brothers if Bishop had injected something into him? He felt the drug begin to take affect as he was slowly sinking into unconsciousness. That was a fact. The uncertainty was whether he would wake up again. And with that last thought, the darkness beckoned and he gave in to the silence.