TW: blood
The kitchen is small and cramped, with various appliances and cabinets lining the walls.
The countertop is covered in various kitchen utensils and ingredients, making it difficult to navigate through.
A stove stands in one corner, its burners currently in use.
The air is filled with the aroma of something sizzling on the stove.
Raph walks in and sees Mikey working at the counter top.
"Hey Mikey, whatcha got cookin'?" Raph asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice, leaning against the kitchen counter.
He glances around the kitchen, taking in the various ingredients and utensils scattered about. His stomach rumbles at the smell of whatever Mikey is making.
Mikey turns to Raph and that's when Raph sees that Mikey has cut his arm quite badly while cutting up some sort of vegetable.
Blood is pooling on the cutting board.
Mikey doesn't seem to notice or care, his focus entirely on the task at hand.
Raph, on the other hand, starts to freak out.
"Dude, you're bleeding all over the place!" Raph exclaims, quickly rushing around and over to the counter.
He grabs a dishcloth and begins to press it against Mikey's arm, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Are you even paying attention to what you're doing!?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. "You could have killed yourself!"
Mikey glances down at the cut and then back up at Raph, seemingly unaware of the severity of the situation.
Blood is dripping onto the floor.
"Mikey, we gotta get you to Donnie. He'll know what to do." Raphael says, his voice filled with worry as he looks his brother over.
He reaches out to grab Mikey's arm and pull him away from the counter, not wanting him to make the injury worse.
"Come on, let's go," he says urgently, "No time to lose."
Mikey doesn't budge from his spot by the counter.
Blood is still flowing from his arm.
His expression remains unchanged.
"Mikey, are you even listening to me? We need to get you to Donnie right now!" Raphael pleads, his voice raising in frustration.
His grip tightens on Mikey's good arm and tries to pull him away from the counter again, but Mikey doesn't seem to register the pain or the effort.
Mikey continues to stand there, unfazed by the blood loss and the supposed pain.
His expression remains emotionless, and he doesn't seem to be listening to Raph.
His focus is still on the counter and whatever it is he's trying to make.
"Goddamnit Mikey, don't you care about yourself?" Raphael growls, beginning to lose his patience.
He yanks Mikey's arm again, still trying to force him away from the counter, but Mikey simply stumbles a step forward, still not registering the pain or the urgency.
"Fine, be like that!" Raph yells, giving up on trying to reason with Mikey.
He turns around and stomps towards the living room, where he assumes Donatello is. "Hey Donnie! You gotta help me with Mikey! He's bleeding all over the place and he won't listen to me!" he shouts, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.
"Okay, give me a sec!" Donnie calls back from the living room, hurrying over to Raph.
"Is it really bad?"
"Bad enough!" Raph growls, gesturing towards the kitchen. "He won't let me help him or anything!"
"Alright, let's go see what we can do." Donnie follows Raph back to the kitchen, where Mikey is still standing by the counter, blood dripping on the floor.
"Mikey, you really need to pay attention to what's going on here." He gently nudges Mikey aside and examines the wound. "It's not as bad as it looks, but it needs to be cleaned and bandaged. Come on, let's get you to the med bay."
Mikey continues to stand there, unfazed by the blood loss and the pain.
His expression remains emotionless, and he doesn't seem to be listening to Donnie either.
His focus is stuck on the counter and whatever it is he's trying to make.
"Mikey, please, you need to come with me." Donatello pleads, trying to get Mikey to look at him.
He grabs Mikey's good arm,
"It's not safe for you to stay here like this. Come on, let's go."
"Goddamnit Mikey, just do it!" Raph shouts, his patience wearing thin.
He grabs Mikey's other arm, forcing him to move.
"We're not going to let you bleed to death out here!"
Mikey grunts quietly as Raph grabs his other arm, and with both Donnie and Raph pulling him he finally moves, following them to the med bay.
"Alright, Mikey, just lay down on the table." Donnie instructs, already setting up the med bay for treatment.
"I'll clean the wound and bandage it up, okay?"
Mikey nods slowly, still feeling a bit dazed from the blood loss.
He lies down on the table as Donnie begins to clean the wound.
Mikey doesn't make a single noise as Donnie disinfects and wraps the cut.
He stares at the ceiling, his expression never changing, as if he's somewhere else entirely.
"There we go, all cleaned up and bandaged." Donnie says once he's finished.
"You should be good as new in a few days. Just try to stay off that arm for a while, okay?"
Mikey doesn't respond.
Donnie lets out a sigh
He misses how Mikey used to be so full of life, but ever since the Neutrinos he's been almost like a zombie, and Donnie hates it.
"Mikey, can you at least tell me what you're trying to make back there?" He asks gently, not wanting to upset him further. "Maybe we can help you finish it?"
Mikey continues to stare at the ceiling, his expression unreadable.
He doesn't respond to Donnie's question.
After a moment, he finally turns his head to look at Donnie, meeting his gaze for the first time since he was injured.
Without another word, he slowly gets up from the medical table.
He starts to walk back to the kitchen, leaving Donnie.
Donnie watches Mikey walk away, feeling a twinge of worry in his gut.
He knows Mikey isn't himself, but he doesn't know how to help him.
He turns to Raph, who is leaning against the wall, watching the whole scene play out with a mixture of anger and concern.
"Raph, do you think...I dunno, maybe we should ask Leo to talk to Mikey?"
Raph grunts "I don't know, Donnie. Mikey's not really responding to any of us right now. Maybe Leo could help, but I'm not sure what he'd say."
He pauses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. " we're gonna have to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself worse."
"Yeah, you're right. I just...I don't know, it's just so different from the Mikey we all know and love." Donnie sighs, shaking his head.
Donnie feels a tear trickle down his cheek. "Raph, it's like Mikey isn't even here anymore. I miss the old him. I just...I don't know what to do." He wipes roughly at his eyes, trying to hide his tears.
A lump forms in Donnie's throat as he thinks about how helpless they all feel.
"Oh, Raph," he sobs, "he could have saved him. But we failed. We failed him."
His words are choked with tears as he breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably.