(A/N: This chapter became really big, so I had to split it up. Hopefully that means I can update quickly. Naturally me and my beta have annoying things that get in the way but we do try our best. I'll be trying harder considering I'm on holiday for the next 4 months! Go me!

Also, to me, Raph will always be second oldest. So I'm sorry to all the fans out there that see Don as second oldest, but it's not happening in this fic! :P

Also, Also, to all the Americans! Jelly is the British (or Australian in my case) version of Jello! …. That is all. XD

I'd like to thank Lilninjawolf for betaing for me again! I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. Much appreciated! =D

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles or make any money from writing stories about them.)

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It wasn't long before Leonardo returned, and with him, he had brought a blanket. It would seem this turtle wasn't going to let up on the idea of Raphael resting just because the bed wasn't free. Raphael sighed a little, then coughed as well. Ah… Would he ever stop feeling so ill? And this headache… It had come back shortly after he'd gotten up… Damn.

The cough had brought a look of concern from Leonardo. It made Raphael a little… uncomfortable. Even more so when the turtle came over and sat next to him, fussing like a mother hen or something.

"Don said you need to rest as much as possible," the turtle said as it started to try and wrap the blanket around Raphael. "Only get out of bed when you have to. Not only are you not well, but injured. We need to keep that wound on your plastron from splitting any further. It'll take a while to heal. It's made of much thicker skin then the rest of you."

Raphael kind of squirmed away from the fussing turtle, feeling very uncomfortable with all this close contact and fussing. He moved away slightly, but remaining on the couch. The turtle just smiled at him a little, Raphael had to look away.

"You didn't… wake Donatello.. Did you…?" Raphael asked, his breathing improving now that he had recovered from Mikey's 'hug'.

"No." Leonardo replied quietly. "It's about time he finally got some rest."

Raphael was relieved. After all, he had worked so hard to get out of bed without waking the turtle in the first place. Before he could actually say anything, Mikey returned to the room carrying two bowls in his arms.

"I have returned!" He announced loudly. "And I come bearing lunch!"

The turtle looked rather pleased with himself. Leonardo on the other hand, did not.

"Mikey," Leonardo said. "Don's asleep and so is Master Splinter, could you keep it down?"

Huh? Master Splinter? Who's that?

"Oops.. Sorry." Mikey said, giving the other turtle a rather innocent looking smile. "But I have food."

"Right…" Leonardo said as he got up. "I'm going back to Master Splinter. Stay with Raph for me and check on Don every now and again. He's in the infirmary."

Hold on… Did Leonardo just appoint him a baby sister? And this guy of all the turtles?

"No problem." Mikey said with a rather large grin appearing on his face. "Plus I gotta reintroduce Raph to the wonders of TV."

Without too much more to say, Leonardo left, disappearing through a different door.

Mikey came over, setting the two bowls on the coffee table. "Okay Raphie," The turtle said cheerfully. "I've got some yummy things here for you. Some homemade tomato soup and for desert we have some jelly."

"So I like tomato soup?" He asked, looking at the bowls.

It felt, terrible not knowing even the silly little things like what you even liked to eat.

"Bro, you like everything." The turtle laughed at him. "Except maybe anchovies… and bugs… and happiness. But food wise? Just anchovies."

Ah ha…

Mikey turned on the TV, making sure it wasn't too loud before getting the soup for Raphael.

"Here you go." The turtle said, also offering him a spoon. "Shouldn't be too hot."

Raphael looked down at it. It smelled good at least. He took a small spoonful and it was good. Delicious.

"So who was this Master Splinter that Leonardo mentioned?" He asked, quietly.

Mikey raised an eye- what? Wasn't really an eyebrow. More like… an eye ridge? Anyway, he raised an eye ridge at the question.

"Dude, don't be so formal." He said, somewhat seriously. "The only time you call Leo 'Leonardo' is when you're mad at him or making fun of him. Man… Looks like you've got a lot you need to like… reknow!"

Ah ha… So just Leo then?

"We have Leonardo, or just Leo." Mikey continued. "The oldest brother. Then there is you, Raphael. Or just Raph, I personally prefer Raphie, much cuter."

Cuter? Right…

"Then we have Donatello, Don, or just Donnie," Mikey said as his smile grew as if he was leading up to something. "And finally we have the Battle Nexus Champion of the Multiverse, your youngest and faviouritest brother, me! Michelangelo, Mikey, or even Mike when you're really annoyed with me."

Raphael smiled a little. Or… Raph for short, huh? Interesting. And Mikey? He seemed pretty full of himself. Though when he didn't receive any applauds, an awkward silence fell upon them. Raph just had some spoonfuls of soup.

"And this Master Splinter?" He asked, as the first question had been completely missed.

"Oh!" Mikey said, as if suddenly remembering. "That's father. Not our real father but he raised us, cared for us and taught how to kick some shell!"

"So… there's another turtle?"

Mikey laughed at this. "Not quite dude, but close. Well… not really, but still. You'll see later. For now, he needs to rest and so do you. Somehow you both managed to get rather sick. But then again… we live in a sewer."

Mikey just shrugged as if it was a minor detail. But how could a father, and an ill one at that, be minor?

"Leo's been looking after him though," Mikey continued. "Only really leaving his side to well… look for you. Me and Leo spent hours every night trying to figure out where the Foot had you. After all, we couldn't just knock on their door and ask."

Raph smiled at that joke, but that was mainly because he actually knew what the turtle was talking about. Though he was glad he wasn't anywhere near Karai… Or Hun for that matter.

"Okay, you hang tight and watch some cartoons, I'll be back." The turtle promised before disappearing into the infirmary.