So Not My Day
By iovemyboys
Chapter 7: Home Sweet-No wait…
Authors Note: Next chapter of fun!
As the boys finally got to the lair, Don came in first, followed by Leo and Raph in between Mikey.
As Mikey entered the room his eyes drifted up toward their Atlantean home and widened in awe.
"Wooooahhh…."
The grand canvas of levels and lights above had him hooked.
"Alright Mikey." Don said.
…
"Mikey."
Mikey looked over at him.
"You need to come with me okay?" He asked carefully, so as not to stir up any trouble from an already unpredictable, drugged Mikey.
"Why?" he whined.
"Because I said so." Don said firmly, finding this was the best way to get Mikey to do what needs to be done.
If he's gonna act like a child, I'll treat him like one.
Don suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder as he looked behind him to see Leo.
"What do you need to find out Don?" He asked calmly.
"What got in his system. Once I know that I can figure out what antidote I'll need."
"Need any help?" Raph asked.
"No, I should be fine. I'll call you if I do."
Turning around to face his drugged brother he said, "Alright Mikey. Let's go."
"Ohhh…" Mikey complained as he followed Donnie toward the infirmary.
INSIDE THE INFIRMARY:
"Alright Mikey, would you sit down please." Don motioned toward the exam bed.
"I-" Ohhh sleeeepy….
As Don turned around to face his brother he noticed Mikey swaying. Quickly catching him before he made a face-plant on the floor, he led him toward the bed.
"Here, lie down." He said gently.
Mikey obliged, lying down on the table, as he looked up at the lights.
"Those are brrrriiight…" He smiled goofily.
"Yes. They are. Stay still."
Don rummaged through his medical kit until he found what he was looking for.
Aha! Here we are! He picked up his supplies. Putting on his gloves he was about to turn around to face Mikey when he stopped abruptly.
Oh shell. Mikey and needles. Let's see…
Holding the syringe and alcohol wipe behind him he turned toward Mikey.
"Alright Mikey!" He said energetically. "I need you to relax while I take care of your wound, okay?"
"Okaaaay." Mikey smiled.
Phew. He doesn't suspect anything. Alright. Alcohol first.
Don's POV:
I placed one hand gently on his arm to hold it down.
"Alright. You ready?"
"Sure thing bro…" He grinned at nothing in particular.
Wow. He really sounds high. Haha. No, I can't laugh at that. Ahem!
I gently rubbed the wipe on his arm to which he flinched but didn't move.
His reflexes are pretty low. That may actually work out.
I then removed the wipe and slowly took out the syringe as I got it ready while he was looking the other way.
Alright. Quickly does it…
I breathed out, and keeping a gentle, yet firm hold on his arm, pricked it with the syringe.