"Mikey get off of me." She tried to shake him off, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on his sister, eyes full of worry and concern.
"No."
"Mikey." She growled, trying to move her hand with the dagger, but she couldn't since Mikey had a good grip on it. "Let go of me, Michelangelo!"
"No!" Laila tensed up visibly, grip tightening around the dagger. "I'm not letting my little sister hurt herself."
"This is my choice!" Mikey knocked the dagger out of her hand before pinning her to the bed.
"I don't care. I'm not letting you do this."
"Then tell me why." Laila's eyes filled with anger as her and Michelangelo got into a intense stare down.
"Cause it hurts me when you do this to yourself." Laila blinked in surprise, shocked. She thought she was only hurting herself, the again, physical wounds hurt a lot less than took her shock as a sign to continue. "I hate it when you do this. It makes me feel like im not a good enough big brother to keep you from doing this. Please...don't do sorry I don't treat you like it, but you mean a lot more to me than just a shield."
"Okay, enough fooling aroun-oh." Laila noticed concern, pain, worry that he wasn't even trying to hide in his eyes.
"I love you Laila." He whispered as Laila fell asleep with tears pouring down her cheeks.
'I swear, if that hothead does anything to hurt her, I'll make him wish he was never mutated.'