Hey again guys!

I apologize for using vulgar language in my story, I thought itd seem more intense but I guess I was wrong. In chapter 5 I had Raph say the F-word twice, but I got a review from a person who was not happy with it so I changed the words to "mess" and "screw" I hope that will put your mind at ease. Sorry again. Ill limit my bad words so others wont be upset. Please forgive my actions.

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Chapter 8: Never Ending Pain

A scream throughout the lair awoken the three turtles and Rat. They all met up in the living room. Another scream came about. "Its Mikey!" Raph yelled and started towards Mikey's room. He opened the door to see Mikey tossing and turning, screaming. Raph widened his eyes. He never saw his brother in so much pain before. "What the shell is going on with him!?" He asked as he came to Mikey. Donnie closed in on Mikey and laid a hand on his head.

"He's shaking, burning, and sweating. He must be having a night terror."

"What is a night terror?" Leo asked.

"A night terror is similar to a nightmare but worse…..the symptoms he's having are the exact same to night terror." Donnie explained as he gripped his thrashing brother, Mikey started to breath heavy more and more. He was to the point of tears. Leo laid his hand on Mikey's head. "Mikey! Your okay!"

Donnie watched his brother with a frown. He pulled his brother in his arms and held Mikey, taking in all the violent thrashing, and hits. This went on for about ten minutes before Mikey's eyes opened wide, tears streamed his face and breaths were mixed up in sobs. Donnie rubbed his brothers back and whispered calming words to him. "Its okay. Your okay." Donnie whispered. Mikey's eyes slowly went back to being closed and about three am Mikey was asleep. Donnie laid his baby brother down and covered him with a blanket. "For a week now this has been happening." Leo sighed clearly frustrated. Raph collapsed on the couch.

"Night after night. Why cant he just sleep already."

Donnie looked at his older brothers. "His terrors could be due to the fact that he recently lost his memories, or doesn't know what or where the heck he is."

"Yes but he's been gaining some memories for the past week."

"And maybe those memories are the causes." Donnie said.

Leo and Raph gave Donnie confused looks. Donnie sighed. "Mikey could of regained a memory of a recent fight or a childhood fight that traumatized him. Heck he could of regained the memory of him being scared half to death of the dark. Even so, something is bugging him and he isn't telling."

"Whats up with that?" Raph growled. "He should be talking to us! We are brothers!"

"Raph he maybe our brother but that doesn't mean he feels the same."

"What do you mean Donatello?" Master Splinter asked.

Donnie gazed at his father and brothers. "I mean Mikey doesn't know what to think of us. We could be enemies to him. Or strangers."

"How could that be? He knows us more than he did a week ago."

Donnie shook his head. "He doesn't remember us as his brothers. He just knows that we live together, we grew up together, and we just hang out together. That's it."

His family still looked confused. Donnie rolled his eyes and looked away. Frustrated he sighed. Before he could explain again he heard Mikey calling out for him. "Donnie!" His brother called.

"Ill be right back." Donnie said and made his way to Mikey. Leo and Raph looked at one another then at their sensei. The rat gave his two sons a look before following after Donnie. Leo and Raph followed.

Donnie sat on the edge of Mikey's bed. "Whats wrong Mikey?"

Mikey frowned. "Why cant I remember anything Donnie…..all I can piece together is you, Raph, Leo and Master splinter sitting at the kitchen table, talking. I guess I was there too….but that's it….why do I keep having such dreams about a scary guy who has pointy hands…..and robots…." Mikey gripped Donnie's arms. "Please help me Donnie….."

Donnie gazed down at his baby brothers pleading eyes, pain suddenly struck him, spreading all over his body. "Mikey…" He grabbed Mikey's arms and laid his forehead onto his brothers forehead. "I promise, I wont rest until you regain those memories, and begin to be that happy Mikey we love." Donnie looked at Mikey. "I swear Mikey. Just try to get some rest. And tomorrow we will continue your recovery okay?"

Mikey still felt uneasy so he clung to Donnie. "Can….I sleep with you, for tonight?"

Donnie laid his hand on his brothers head. Then stood him up onto his foot. "Of course." Donnie held Mikey's hand and walked out to find his brothers and sensei standing there. They looked worried. Donnie sucked in a breath. "Im going to let him sleep with me, maybe something to drink will calm him down." Donnie told his older brothers and father before taking Mikey to his bedroom. He got Mikey in the bed. Once he got him comfortable Donnie headed for the door but was stopped by a tug on the arm. He looked down to see Mikey looking up at him. "Don't leave me." He said.

Donnie sighed and took a seat beside him. "Donnie, tell me stories about what we were like before my accident happen…"

Donnie looked over at his brother. A smile curved upon his face as he remembered the times where Mikey was his fun loving self. Pain grew as he remembered. Donnie wished he could go back to that time, and save his brother from this kind of pain he's being put through. "Donnie why do you look sad?"

When Donnie didn't answer right away Mikey frowned. "Its because of me isn't it?"

Donnie widened his eyes at him. "What? How could you think that?"

"Well then why do you guys go sad every time I walk into a room. Or when I ask questions." Mikey sat up. "Im just….trying my best to get my memories back for you guys….." His voice was unsteady. Donnie gazed at him for a moment then got up and held back any urge to feel. If he started feeling emotions, he wouldn't be able to get control.

"I'll get you that drink. Just…stay here." Donnie spoke, concentrating on keeping his voice steady. He left before Mikey could let out a protest.

Donnie went into the bathroom and closed the door. He slid down against the door and hugged his legs. His head in his lap. There he released the pain he was holding. The guilt he was feeling. The tears finally escaped as his heart finally burst.

How could he of done this to his own brother? He was supposed to be the smart one. The one who could save his brothers, who could think of anything to help out, but now…..he was a failure, to his brothers, to splinter, and to himself, but most importantly….to his youngest brother.

"Mikey im so sorry…." Donnie cried.