Welp, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

If I owned TMNT the newest movie would have been a lot better.

Leo didn't know why he had woken up so early, he usually slept soundly through the night, but tonight was a different story. Sighing softly, he slid out of bed, grabbing his mask and tying it around his head, even though Leo was only getting a drink and going back to bed he still needed his mask, he felt naked without it. To him it was like clothes, and as far as he knew people didn't walk around their homes naked. At least when they lived with people they didn't. The blue masked turtle let out a yawn and slowly stumbled out of his room, which was the last room in the hallway, as he passed Mikey's room he heard soft coughing, and stopped short, stilling himself and listening closer. It sounded like someone was gagging. He looked into Mikey's room, and saw that his orange masked brother was sleeping.

Maybe he was just imagining the noise? Digging his green palms into his eyes tiredly he continued his adventure to the kitchen until he heard the noise again. It was coming from Raphael's room. Blinking he knocked on the door, "Raph?"

His brother didn't reply, but the noise stopped and Leo wondered if he really was delusional and hearing things because of being tired, but the other half of his mind told him his brother was probably sick...again. Deciding to believe the latter he slowly and quietly pushed his brother's door open, and frowned at the sight that met him. Raphael was leaning over what he could only guess was a trashcan. (It was too dark to really see anything in the room.) The red masked turtle's shoulders were shaking and his breaths were coming out in soft pants. "Raph...?" He whispered again, kneeling down next to his brother and placing a green, three fingered hand on his brother's shaking shoulder.

His skin was damp with sweat, and warm to the touch, which was worrying, what bothered him the most however was how his little brother's body jerked upon feeling the contact of his hand, head shooting up and body tensing, only to relax when he saw it was Leo. "What is it?" He mumbled, and Leo sighed.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He replied, when his brother didn't move he tugged Raphael's arm over his shoulder and helped him stand, receiving a groan of annoyance from his younger brother.

"I don't need your help I'm fine Leo." He spat, and Leo rolled his eyes tiredly.

"I don't care, I can't sleep with the sound of you getting sick so let me help." He knew if his brother thought he was taking pity on him he wouldn't accept help, hell he knew Raphael wouldn't accept help from the excuse he just used but by the dark bags under his brother's eyes he knew for once he'd allow it.

"Whateva..." He mumbled, closing his eyes. The next thing Leo knew Raphael had put all his weight on him and the blue masked turtle nearly fell at the sudden weight.

As he half carried, half dragged his younger brother into the bathroom he thought back on just a few days ago when him and Donnie had found him in his room, passed out on the floor with a high fever. Luckily they had gotten his fever down in only a day. He remembered how scared he was when he opened the door, only to find Raphael laying on the floor, Donnie had quickly gone into action, checking his pulse and cooling him down. That had been eight days ago, and he was sick again already. It was only fall and his usually sick resistant brother had gotten three colds, and all of them were worried. If he was getting sick from fall what would happen during winter when the lair was the coldest?

"Ugghh.."

Snapping his head up when his brother let out a groan he sighed softly, propping him against the wall. He wet a rag in warm water and wiped the remainders of vomit from his brother's face, cringing when Raphael shivered, "Leo...s'cold." He murmured and the blue masked turtle frowned. Rubbing his temples he looked down at his sickly brother again, before looking at the bathroom door. He needed Donnie.

"I know, I'm going to go get Don."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Cuz."

The blue clad turtle rolled his eyes at his stubborn brother's antics before sitting next to him, bringing his knees up to his plastron, placing his elbows ontop of his knees, "Raph, Don will be able to help more than me."

"Nu-uh. He'll jus'...start..." Raphael tensed up, and Leo knew his brother was getting sick again, however he noticed too late and a moment later he was covered in his brother's vomit. Raphael's head lolled back and Leo grimaced, slowly standing and trying to pull his buff brother up. "C'mon big guy." He huffed as he lifted most of Raph's weight, the hot headed turtle's head falling on Leo's shoulder, the blue masked turtle helped his brother into the shower.

Making sure the water was at least luke warm, he helped Raph stand under the spray of water, grunting and trying to keep his brother standing, and wipe the vomit from his plastron. He hadn't had to help his brother like this since they were little, back when him and Raph were friends. He missed those days, but knew they wouldn't be coming back anytime soon and sighed softly wiping the vomit off his brother, and himself. He looked down at his now passed out brother and frowned, helping him out of the shower and laying him on the floor. "You cause so much trouble." He spoke quietly, even though he knew Raphael couldn't hear him, and dried his now sleeping brother off, before doing the same for himself.

Despite not wanting to move Raphael, he knew he needed to get him to a bedroom, "Raph, wake up." He said while gently shaking his brother's shoulder.

"Shut up."

"You can't sleep in the bathroom doofus."

He couldn't help but chuckled when the red masked turtle let out a childish whine, he did his best to ignore his brother's glare as he helped Raph up once again, dragging his brother down the hall, the hot headed turtle made a small noise of protest when they passed his room and Leo sighed, "Your too heavy for me to lift you in your hammock, it's only one night." He replied dryly, laying Raphael on his own bed. "I'll sleep on the floor."

Raph just grunted, curling up on his bed while Leo went downstairs to get a glass of water and some medication April had been nice enough to leave for them since Raphael's sudden weak immune system. When he returned upstairs with the cold glass of water and large white capsules,, he found Raphael leaning against his wall, drops of sweat beading down his forehead. "Here, this should help." He handed his brother the pill and glass.

It must have taken Raphael a few moments to process what Leo had said because the red masked turtle stared at the water for a few moments before snatching it from Leo, throwing the pill in his mouth, and downing the water in one go before the blue masked ninja took the now empty glass away and let out a tired yawn. "Go ahead and get some rest.." He mumbled tiredly, shuffling over to his dresser, setting the glass down and grabbing and extra pillow and blanket for himself, flopping down on the floor with a tired yawn. Luckily enough for him Raphael was out like a light in about five minutes and he too found sleep claiming his body.

When Raphael woke up next, he could only gasp at the tight pain in his stomach, and slowly inched his way into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. That's when he realized, he didn't have a bed in his room, yet he was laying on one. Grunting in confusion the red masked turtle looked around only to realize he was in Leo's room. How did he get in here though? His brothers had went to bed before him and he had been in his room the last time he checked. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he scanned the room only to see Leo laying in the floor, sleeping. Why was Leo on the floor, and why was he in his bed? That's when it all hit him, he had gotten sick and his older brother had taken care of him. Feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment from the fact Leo had seen him in a moment of weakness he growled quietly, his grip tightening around the blankets he held in his hands. Maybe if he left the blue masked turtle's room, Leo would just think he had a really weird dream. Rolling his eyes at the idea he pushed himself off the bed, and immediately regret the decision as his vision blurred and his mouth filled his saliva, his stomach churning violently, he made a grab for the trash can that was on Leo's desk for who knows what reason, toppling to the ground, the trash can falling to the floor with a loud crash, he cursed quietly as he covered his mouth. Leo jumping up and looking around before seeing him, weak and pitiful laying on the floor trying not to let whatever lay in his stomach onto his brother's floor.

Leo blinked, and quickly grabbed the trashcan for him, pushing it in front of a relieved Raphael, throwing up the remains of his dinner, and coughing around vomit. He could feel Leo rubbing his shell but chose to ignore it, pressing his cheek against the cold floor as he panted. Well, he never wanted Chinese again, groaning as his stomach did flips at the thought of food he opened one eye to look at his older brother, he was giving him a worried look. "Let me go grab you some water."

For once in his life, he simply nodded, closing his eyes as they began to grow heavy. He waited patiently for Leo to return, too tired to get back on the bed, or roll over for that matter, so he lay there, his cheek pressed against the hard cold floor of the lair. His body shivered as goosebumps begin to cover his skin, and he slowly pulled himself onto his hands and knees, grunting at how his limbs felt like lead. "You should probably keep still for now." The voice made him jump, and he looked around as his bleary mind tried to make out who was speaking, that's when Leo appeared in front of him, his warm hand holding his shoulder, a cool cup of water in his other hand. It was just Leo...

"I'm fine." He huffed, taking the water from Leo with a shaky hand and sipping at it slowly despite his burning throat. He remembered when they were younger Master Splinter would make them drink slowly when they got a stomach bug. "I never said you weren't, I just said you should probably keep still."

"Same thing." He growled, glaring daggers at Leo before his gaze softened and he sighed, laying back on the floor when his stomach churned again. He knew he looked weak, however he was too tired to care right now. "Leo I'm cold."

It was silent as his brother threw him the thin sheet from his bed and the red masked turtle huffed, "This is a sheet."

"You have a fever Raph, you'll use the sheet or nothing."

Leave it to Leo to suddenly become the doctor in the family. Rolling his eyes he watched as his brother picked the trash bin up and frowned, before disappearing out of the room, from where Raph lay he could hear the water running in the bathroom and knew Leo was cleaning the waste basket out. As he lay curled up on the floor he though back to when they were little. Him and Leo used to be friends, the idea of it seemed for foreign now, having a big brother he actually depended on. Not that Leo wasn't caring, he just cared a little too much since becoming a leader, he had changed. Then again if he took on that much responsibility he probably would too. "Leo 'memba when we were kids...And ya got sick?"

Leo blinked, holding the now clean waste basket, Raphael knew Leo knew what he was talking about, "Yeah, why?"

"Masta Splinta was gone, and I thought you were gonna die." He laughed, remembered how frantic and scared he had been at the time, Leo raised a brow and Raphael chuckled, "We were close huh?"

"Uhm..Yeah.." He ignored Leo's hesitant answer, his brother was probably confused as to why he was randomly sharing the memory, hell, he himself was confused as to why.

"Dunno...Just seemed funny." Raphael mumbled before using his arms to push himself up and into a standing position, crawling back onto Leo's bed. He didn't receive an answer, and knew he wouldn't get one back.

As the red clad turtle began to fall asleep he heard Leo mumbled something about missing the old days before he fell back to sleep, leaving Leo to deal with his own thoughts.

It was around ten when Mikey woke up, and he knew he'd be in trouble for sleeping through training, but he didn't really care at the moment, sleep was still fogging up his mind, so he took his time getting out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor and downstairs into the kitchen. That's when he realized: None of his brothers were training. Leo was sitting on the couch in one of his rare days where he watched t.v, their was bags under his older brother's eyes, and Donnie was nowhere to be found. "Where is everyone?" He asked, already dreading the answer.

"Donnie and Master Splinter are upstairs with Raphael."

"He's sick again?" Mikey asked, exasperated.

A sad smile appeared on Leo's face "Afraid so little brother."

The orange masked turtle sighed and shrugged, knowing there wasn't much he could do, "You don't look so good yourself bro." He pointed out and Leo chuckled.

"I was up watching Raph last night."

Mikey's mouth made an oh shape and he nodded, "Want any breakfast?" He asked, shuffling into the kitchen and digging through the cabinets.

"After dealing with Raphael throwing up all night I'm not that hungry." Leo laughed from where he sat on the couch and Mikey did too, but their laughter wasn't all that happy.

"That's gross dude." Mikey giggled and Leo chuckled.

"Your telling me." He flipped the television off as Mikey pulled out a box of pancake batter.

"Sure you don't want anything bro?" He asked, and Leo nodded, Mikey knew his brother was worried, but there was nothing any of them could really do. However, he wouldn't say anything just yet. It would just make more tension.

As he mixed the pancake batter, his eyes kept wondering up to Raphael's door, was his brother okay? His sudden health change was bothering them all, Raphael the most. They knew he was trying to ignore it, he was trying to act as if nothing was wrong, he even refused to put the heater in his room. At least he still had the same attitude, but what were they going to do when winter finally came? It could get pretty cold in New York, especially in the sewers, and he knew Raph would need to be more careful of getting sick. His bother didn't seem to want to accept that though, and kept up a tough act of being okay.

"Morning Mikey."

"Hey Donnie!"

"Pancakes for breakfast? Is today a special day or something?"

He stuck his tongue out at his purple masked brother, "What? Can a turtle not make his bros some breakfast?"

Donnie chuckled and sat down, laying his chin on his hand and looking at his little brother, "I'm not complaining."

"Sooo..How's Raph?"

Mikey saw his brother's shoulders deflate and frowned, "So he is sick again."

"He's even worse this time, we haven't been able to get him to eat anything without him getting sick. Not only that his fever hasn't budged."

"Oh..." Letting out a sigh he smiled, "He'll be fine in a few days though." He said happily and Donnie smiled.

"He always is." He replied.

Mikey began to make the pancakes, sending one more longing glance to Raph's room, before worrying only about the food he was making, as he did so he thought about the night Raph had gotten shot. He hadn't been woken up but the next morning when everything in the lair had been quiet and he strolled downstairs only to find Raphael laying on the couch with wads of bandages wrapped around his heand and plastron he had felt sick. When he learned that both of them were from gun shots he had felt even worse and spent the day trying to do everything for an annoyed Raph. In the end he ended up getting smacked on the back of the head and yelled at for treating his hot headed brother like a child. Ever since that night Leo and Raph hadn't really fought, other than a few mean words here and there. It was actually sort of relaxing, except for all the tension that was building up now.

Since Raphael's sudden medical problems he hadn't been allowed topside for quite awhile and Mikey knew his brother was beginning to grow anxious to leave, even if it meant getting into one of the famous brotherly fights Leo and Raph got in when he decided to get some air. With him getting sick all the time now he knew his brother was going to lose it sometime soon and couldn't help but be worried. "Mikey, you pancake is burning." Leo stated and the orange clad turtle quickly looked down to the blackening pancake. quickly throwing it on a plate, with an "Oops!" His brother simply rolled his eyes as Mikey rubbed his neck and smiled sheepishly.

A few minutes later and three plates lay on the table, each one with a stack on pancakes. However, instead of the usual jokes and talking at the table it was quiet as everyone did their own thing, Don was busy going over Raph's sudden problem, and Leo was trying to stay awake. Mikey sat there, looking between his two brothers, "We should go to April's tonight!" He yelled.

Leo shook his head, "She's working in her shop tonight and her and Casey have a date."

"Where's he takin' her? I can't even imagine Casey on a date."

The three of them looked over at the stairs their red masked brother was walking down. Mikey knew Raphael wasn't supposed to be out of bed, but he couldn't help but smile. It was good to know his personality was still the same, because his physical healthy wasn't anything like the Raphael he knew. "You're supposed to be resting!" Donnie huffed and Raph just shrugged.

"Had all night and mornin' ta rest. I wanna move around a bit."

"You moved around a bit last night and ended up throwing up all over the place." Leo shot back, and Raphael glared.

"I didn't ask ya to take care of me. That was tha choice ya made on yer own."

Mikey frowned, "Broos! Calm down. Hey Raph, want any pancakes? " He held up his own plate. Raphael's face paled and his hand went to his stomach as he groaned.

"Fuck you Mikey."

The orange masked turtle giggled, as Leo glared at Raph, "Watch your mouth!"

Before Raph could respond he was heading back upstairs, muttering something about wanting to take a shower and Mikey looked at his brothers with a grin, "You did that on purpose. Didn't you?" Donnie asked with a shocked expression, before a grin broke across his face. Leo blinked at smirked.

"Dude, I've gotten sick enough times to know what it's like to look at food."

His brothers chuckled and Mikey grinned. Leave it to Mikey he thought as he finished eating his pancakes.

I hope this chapter was long enough for you guys! Wow, two updates in one day! How exciting! xD R&R