(A/N: Finally! Sorry everyone! My laptop died and then I was just putting off uploading it as I was really busy over Christmas... :-/ Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year! :D

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 or any other fandom out there... yet.)

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Raph continued to eat his soup, but his attention was more on the infirmary. The turtle was rather loud… he might wake Donatello. Don… Raph sighed a little. There was a lot he had to get used to. It wasn't just an automatic thing to be told something and be like he remembered.

By the time the turtle returned, he had nearly finished his soup. He felt better for eating, but his stomach was having a hard time remembering food was a good thing. Mikey returned with some water and tablets. He recognised the painkiller, but not some of the others.

"What are they?" He asked, trying not to sound as suspicious as he felt.

Raph honestly didn't like the idea of being drugged. He didn't like the painkillers. They made him feel so tired, like he couldn't function. It felt wrong.

"Well we have painkillers since it looks like someone had drilled into your head." Mikey explained. "We have some antibiotics. What the foot gave you was great, but that doesn't mean you can stop. It's funny… The Foot was actually helping you… Weird. Some vitamins to help your immune system, and finally some steroids to help give you a bit more strength to beat this thing."

Ah ha… He still didn't like it and it probably showed.

"Come on, Raphie." Mikey said, almost pleaded with him. "Donnie told us when you woke up to feed you and make sure you took these in case he was busy. They don't bite…"

Very reluctantly, he gave in. Raph took the glass of water and the tablets from the turtle. Who knows, maybe he would react better now he had food in his stomach?

"Thanks." The turtle smiled. "Now I won't have Don breathing down my neck because of it. He's still kicking his shell for what happened."

Huh? "What happened?" He asked.

Mikey's smile kind of faded.

"When you were taken…" He said quietly. "Don had been with you and well… he'd been lucky enough to hold out long enough that we could get there… But the Foot had taken you already. Don was hurt, we had to get him to safety… and they must have taken you away from the battle, like straight away, because you weren't even in the area."

Raph sat there in silence. His headache started to feel worse. He grimaced; he had to close his eyes as the light in the room suddenly felt too bright.

"Whoa!" The turtle said, suddenly coming closer, touching him. "Don said not to force it!"

Raph flinched away from the touch, dropping the glass in the process. With every second the headache got worse. His hands went to his head. Ah! Just make it stop. Mikey was talking to him, moving closer again. Raph bolted up from the couch and kind of fell into someone's arms, his legs turning to jelly beneath him.

He hissed in pain, struggling against whoever held him. Another pair of arms wrapped themselves around, holding him still. They moved him, forcing him to lie down. He struggled, kicked and yelled, the pain was still increasing. Someone was restraining him while another set of hands started to massage and press different points in his head and neck. He was relaxing against his own will, the pain starting to dull a little. In the end, they just continued to massage one particular spot on his neck. His yelling had now becoming a soft mumble and an occasional whimper. He groaned softly as the massages stopped. Please.. Don't.. Stop.

"That should help until the tablets kick in." Came a soft voice.

Raph slowly opened his eyes, as a hand came to rest on his forehead. Leo… The turtle was looking at him with concern. "The fevers back…" The turtle sighed.

It took Raph a few moments to realize he had been laid down back on the couch.

"Mikey," Leo continued. "Could you get me a bowl with water and some rags? I'll take this stuff away."

Hmm? What stuff? Raph looked down on the floor to see the remainder of his soup currently spilt across the stone as well as some broken glass and a cracked bowl.

He muttered an apology, but Mikey just brushed it off. "Don't worry about it." He said. "Best thing about having a stone floor is it cleans up easy. Trust me."

The turtle gave him a rather cheeky looking grin as if they had cleaned up a lot of messes before.

Leo left him to start cleaning up the mess. Raph moved a little, but his body felt unnaturally heavy. Slowly, he forced himself to sit up while drawing Leo's attention.

"Raph, you should rest," The turtle said, moving to push him back down into the couch. "Get some sleep and you'll feel better when wake up."

Raph shock his head slowly. "Don't…" He muttered, brushing Leo's hands off of him. "Mike… he's reintroducing… me to TV…"

Leo's gaze kind of bore into his eyes, but he was stubborn. Raph wouldn't give in. The stupid tablets would make him tired enough that he would probably fall asleep where he sat. After all that had happened, he just wanted some… normality. Was it too much to ask for? Then again, was normal possible when there was a home full of mutant turtles?

Leo sighed heavily before going back to cleaning up the broken glass. "Just don't overdo it." The turtle said, seeming to just let things go for now. "But I better not catch you off that couch again."