Mikey's POV
My eyes fluttered open.
Maybe last night was just a dream. I thought, not wanting to look over and see if it was. Of course with my Mikey curiosity, I had to. It wasn't a dream. I sighed and tried to sit up. I always used my left arm to push me up, but as I bagan to, it started hurting really bad. Taking a breath, I fell back onto my bed. I really didn't want to call for Donnie because 1. He might still be sleeping and I didn't want to bother him, and 2. I really didn't want special treatment.
I tried again, instead using my right arm to boost me up. It felt awkward, but I was able to do it. I smiled in victory and pushed myself to my feet. Suddenly, I heard something from the hallway and before I could react, my bedroom door opened.
"Mikey!" Don yelled, rushing in. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the edge of my bed, "You're supposed to call for me!" Don said.
"You didn't tell me that." I said, crossing my arms. I mean, my arm.
"Well you should've known. Do you know what could've happened?!" Don asked. I mentally rolled my eyes again, Yes, but you're going to tell me anyway. I thought as Donnie went through the long list of what could've happened. I zoned him out and stared off in space, "Are you even listening?" He asked, my gaze went to him.
"No," I mumbled, watching him go into another one of his medical blah blah blah speeches.
"I'm hungry." I said, interupting him (I knew he hated when I did that I mentally smirked). He frowned at me, "May I leave my room Docter?" I asked with a tiny hint of a smile. Don looked like he was about to explode and yell at me more and I knew he wouldn't because he was giving me the special treatment I didn't want.
"Yes, but you can't cook." He said, knowing he got to me. I could almost see the smirk hidden in his face.
"It doesn't take two hands to flip pancakes." I defended, crossing my arm again.
"No." Don said, standing and offering my a hand. I pushed it away and stood on my own.
"You're not the boss of me." I said. Don turned and placed a hand on the doorknob.
"Leo and Splinter already said no." He said before leaving. I took a deep breath so I wouldn't hit him upside the head with my arm nub. I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hallway.
"Morning Mikey." Leo said, once I entered the kitchen. He was standing over the stove with some kind of food that MIGHT be edible. I crinkled my nose in smelling something that smelt like burnt rubber. I didn't even dare ask what was for breakfast. Don sat down across the table from me.
"Does your arm hurt?" He asked, going all docter on me again. I sighed.
"What do you think?" I asked, a little harsh. Don nodded.
"How bad? Scale of 1 to 10."
"Eleven." I said with a shrug. Don slapped his forehead, knowing he wasn't going to be getting anywhere with me.
"Can you be serious for just one minute?" He asked. I smirked, knowing something that he would normally slap me for.
"I am Mister Docter Donatello Sir." I said, leaning up against the table. Don raised his hand but took a deep breath and put it down. He mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't make out. He had a very colorful language when he got mad (Even worse then Raph's at times).
"Here's your breakfast." Leo said, sitting a plate that looked like road kill in front of me.
"Uh, thanks?" I said, poking it with my fork. I stuck my tongue out and when no one was looking, I dumped it in the trash. I stood up and grabbed a cereal box and milk to make myselff cereal.
"Why are you getting cereal when I just gave you-" Leo said, looking over at the empty plate at my seat.
"I'm, uh, still hungry." I lied, spilling some milk on the counter. It was a full gallon and hard to control with only one hand to steady it. Leo looked over at me and kindly (not really) offered to pour it for me. I sighed and handed it over, knowing he was going to either do it for me or help me. It felt like I was a little kid and couldn't do anything on my own. I went over to the paper towel roll and started unrolling it for a only one little towel. I jerked my hand to the side to rip it off, but instead, it unrolled even more. Don got up and rolled it back up, ripping off a towel and cleaning up the spilt milk for me. I sat down and held my head in my hand.
"Here." Leo said, sitting the bowl in front of me. I huffed and stuffed my spoon into the cereal. I'm suprised they're not feeding me. I thought, staring down at the bowl. Raph finally staggered in and sat down beside me.
"How you feeling?" He asked, patting me on the shell. I know they were only trying to be extra nice to me and help, but right now I wanted to crush their skulls.
"Peachy." I said, my mouth full. Raph nodded and got up to get himself some breakfast. I finished my food and picked it up, standing and dumping it in the sink.
"I need to do a little check-up on you Mikey." Don said, standing in the kitchen doorway. I groaned and just followed him to his lab. I sat down on a little wooden stool next to his chair and rested my head in my right hand. He took my half arm and inspected it. He did several tests that seemed pointless and forever.
"We'll be able to take the bandages off in around a week or so." He finally said. I nodded, "I need to probaly sew it up so it can heal better." I nodded again, "I already had a quick sew so it wouldn't get infected. I did that when we got back and you were passed out." I just kept nodded, not really paying attention, "You're not listening to me again."
"It doesn't take a genius to figure that out." I mumbled. He frowned at me.
"You sound like Raph. Loose the attitude." Don said, "As I was saying, I need to redo the sew." I straightened, my eyes widening, "Now you're listening."
"No Donnie no!" I said, standing and stepping away. Don just stayed in his seat.
"It won't take long Mikey. I'll give you a sedative so you won't feel a thing." He said.
"Yeah, and that comes from a needle." I took another step back.
"Would you rather have your arm get infected and have no left arm at all?" Don asked. I hated when he did this.
"No," I said, walking over and plopping down.
"Good, now let's get to it." He said, leading me to my room. I bit my lip and laid down. Don tapped the needle. He did it like he was mocking me. I turned my head away and waited for the stinging of the needle. It felt like it lasted forever. Finally, the stinging stopped and Don sat beside me, waiting for it to kick in.
My vision started getting blurry and I started getting tired. After last night with the getting tired thing, I was scared to fall asleep. Sleep, though, is a very powerful force and it overcame me. Everything turned black.
I was still in black. Was this death or a dream? I didn't know because I don't know anybody to come back and tell me what death looked like. I started seeing fog rolling in and assumed it was death.
I looked down at myself, I still only had one arm. Maybe this wasn't death. Or maybe it was. Who knows? I shuddered, wishing death came with a coat.
"Hello?" I called, looking around. I started walking forward, "Hello!"
"Mikey?" A voice came. Nobody was around me and the voice was famliar yet I couldn't figure out who it belonged to.
"Yeah? Who is it?" I asked, turning around in circles. I saw a silloetted figure in the distance.
"I'm you." It said, stepping forward. I stepped back. This was the weirdest dream ever. Or weirdest death ever. I probaly will never know.
"How can you be me if I'm me?" I asked, taking another step back. Mikey smiled at me. I didn't like that smile, it gave me the creeps.
"I'm your conciousness." He said. He took a step forward.
"Am I dead?" I asked.
"I only know as much as you do." He said, motioning towards me withh his own arm nub. I looked down at him then to myself. He was starting to sound like Splinter with his smart talking. I inspected him better. He was exactly like me but with darker skin and mask. My gaze drifted to his eyes. My own eyes widened. His eyes were black and where the color part is (Don exlained to me what it was called, but once again, I paid no attention) it was red. He stepped forward again. I took a step back, he is not going to get close to me.
"Don't worry." He said in a tone that I really didn't like or trust. Me or not, he wasn't going to come within three feet of me. Let's just assume that this is death and he is the devil.
"Why are you here?" I asked with a shakey voice. I wish that I could just wake up, or that Mikey devil would disappear.
"This is your mind. I'm your darkest form." He replied with an evil smile. His teeth were sharp as knives.
"Can I see my brightest form?" I asked, stepping back again.
"He's not here. He does not exist. I am how you really feel. Therefore, the only one in your presence" He said, taking two steps forward. I wish he would stop talking in riddles.
"But I don't feel bad." I said. He smiled and stared down at my left arm. It started filling with unbearable pain and I fell to my knees, screaming.
"Yes you do." He said, coming forward. I tried to get away but I was glued to the ground with pain. He put a hand on my left shoulder. It was ice cold and made my arm feel worse.
"Stop!" I yelled, tears falling from my eyes like a waterfall. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him. He was evil. He couldn't possibly be me. Could he?
"I can't stop. You're controlling this dream. This is how you feel right now." He grabbed my shoulder and tightened his grip. I lost feeling in my left shoulder and arm. I wanted to make it stop, but the pain wouldn't let me.
"I am pain. You can't overcome me. I am every pain you feel. Mentally AND physicly." He said, twisting his hand. It felt like my left arm was just going to fall off.
"Stop!" I screamed, collasping to the ground. I opened one eye to see him over me, evilly smiling. His red eyes seemed to glow. If he was me, why isn't he wriching in pain?
"I bring pain. I don't feel it." He answered for me. I hated this guy. Did that mean that I hated myself? Great, now I was talking in riddles.
"You know that it's all your fault that you're feeling this." He said, kicking me in the plastron. The wind was knocked out of me and I was coughing for air, "If you were paying more attention, you wouldn't have tripped. If you had crawled away, and not in the corner, the kraang wouldn't had a chance to shoot you. If you had called for your useless brothers earlier, the beam would've missed you." He said, letting go and walking around me. I tried to get up but it hurt to bad, "Admit it, you wish that the beam could've just shot you in the heart. You wish that you could've just died instead of having one arm. Don't even lie. It's the truth and you know it." I stared away, not wanting to meet his red eyes. I started crying again, curling myself into a little ball.
"You cry to much you baby." He said, kicking me, harder this time. I just wanted this to end. I hated this guy, even if it meant I hated myself. At this point I kind of did hate myself. He had a point, it was all my fault. I just wanted the pain to end, this dream to end, my LIFE to end. I just couldn't take it anymore. He appeared in front of me with a toothy smile. I watched him turn and walk away, laughing the whole time. I turned the other direction and cried. Even though he was gone, the pain remained. It hurt more then ever. I got tired all of a sudden.
The fog went away. I wasn't cold anymore. I felt no pain. The black lit up to white. I was alone in a giant white room.
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