Raphael paced the lair quickly, He couldn't get what he saw out of his head. His little brother acted so weird on the rooftop. "What if something is wrong with him…" Raphael thought. It had already been a half hour, but where were his brothers?. His head was spinning with thoughts so much, he had a terrible headache. He couldn't even make out what April was saying.
"Are you sure that was what you two saw? Maby it was a mirage, I know Master Splinter cannot project his spirit topside." April was pacing the dojo, with the door open so Master Splinter could hear her. He was in the kitchen waiting for the teapot to get warm.
"April, I cannot do such thing, as you have stated," he sighed a long sigh. "But I can see visions. And visions are never wrong. If I could, I would agree that maby it was just a small hallucination, but my mind will not be persuaded otherwise. If something happened to Michelangelo that day, I will try my hardest to cure him. But at the moment it only seems his head turned a small switch, maby because he was only awake for a small while, and already jumping of buildings. When Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo first woke up, they couldn't train for days without fainting. Hopefully that is all it was." The tea kettle started to steam, but Master Splinter had failed to notice the red streaks within the steam that dissapeared in a split second. Pouring cups for April, Raphael, and himself he went to give one to his worried son. Raphael just took the cup, not aknowlaging (misspelling) anything, his head still hurting. April just sat on the couch to text Donnie.
A: How's Mikey?
D: Just fine, he woke up and we stopped to eat pizza
"Donnie says that Mikey is fine. They stopped for pizza too." sighed April with relief.
"Then I guess he was just tired," Master Splinter laughed to himself a little for being so worried, but why was he still worried
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"We're back Master Splinter!" Called Leonardo as Donatello helped his sleepy brother to bed. He too yawned and went to where he was sitting, "Any ideas what happened?" Asked Leonardo in a small whisper.
Splinter sighed, " I believe Michelangelo was just tired, he should be fine tomorrow, if I am correct. You should get some sleep too, my son Oyasuminasai (good night) Leonardo." Splinter than walked to his own room. Leo only hoped that was the case with his brother.