Klunk's Missing

By ilovemyboys

Chapter 13: Found At Last!

Authors Note: But NOT the last chapter!

As I waited the next 15 minutes sitting against the wall with Klunk curled up in my lap, I thought about the day's events.

Everything made sense. Well, almost everything. Klunk had walked off because someone had left the door open, which was definitely something I was going to have a talk with everyone about. Then he got himself hurt somehow, which makes sense, this is a sewer with all kinds of things down here, and he probably got cut by a can or something. But what doesn't make sense is why he was with turtles…

"Hey! Leo!"

Huh?

I looked up to see an exuberant Mikey running my way, when he abruptly cringed and fell to his knees.

"Mikey!" I shouted, standing up.

"It's okay bro…" Mikey clenched his teeth as he stood up with Raph's helping hand.

I glanced over at Raph demanding an answer, who merely looked back at me and rolled his eyes. "He got hurt, didn't quite sprain his ankle but something like that, so he can't run very far."

"Mikey…" I warned, making sure to put authority in my voice as I folded my arms.

"What!" He asked in that "I didn't do anything although we both totally know I did" voice.

"No-running Mikey. Not until you're better. And believe me, healing up your injuries is only part of it. You still ran off, injured, no less, without telling any of us."

Mikey's face gaped for a second, then quickly turned into a cheeky grin.

"So! Haha. Where's my Klunkie boy?"

Mikey…Always changing subjects when it suits him...

But given how this actually was important I said, "On my lap."

"Huh? I can't see."

"You have to climb up dufus."

"Shut up Raph!"

"Wanna say that again?" Raph held up a fist to Mikey's face.

"Guys…let's just climb up, okay?" Don asked tiredly.

I assumed he met up with them on the way here and could only imagine how much more stress was put on him just by being with those two bickering. As I was drawn out of my thoughts I noticed my brothers were no longer standing below me.

What the?

"Is that…?" Mikey's voice barely asked over a whisper from the other side of the ledge.

"I think…it is…" Don spoke quietly behind him.

"KLUNK!" Mikey cried as he crawled across the ledge and began to make his way over to me and Klunk.

"Klunk! You're gonna be alright, okay?" Mikey reassured his cat. Suddenly his smile faded as he stared at something. I looked down to where he was looking.

Oh crap. The blood.

"What is it Mikey?" Raph asked.

"Klunk is…."

"What Mikey?" Don asked anxiously.

"Hurt…"

Donnie visually relaxed and sent daggers at Mikey for fearing the worst, only to be brought back to reality.

"Let me see," he said, making his way over as he bent down next to us.

"Mikey, I need you to move so I can get a good look at him."

Mikey slowly let Don move in front of Klunk as he checked for any injuries, while Mikey looked on helplessly from the side.

After a minute Don announced, "He's got a few cuts and bruises, but should be alright. That's dried blood Mikey. He probably got it caught in something. It will heal soon."

Phew! So I was right.

Mikey let out a sigh. "That's good."

"Yeah. It is. It could have been a lot worse. Alright. So we need to get him back home. Mikey, did you want to carry him?" Don asked.

"Yes, of course!"

"Alright then. Mikey will carry Klunk back. Raph, make sure he doesn't run back," Don gave Mikey a warning look, to which Mikey replied by simply shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright guys. Let's head out," I said.

As we made our way back home I turned around and gave one last look at the turtles. Funny enough, they almost seemed to be smiling back at me…