Title: Healing Moments
Fandom: TMNT 2003
Word Count: 3960
Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl
Rating: K
Characters: Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Splinter, April O'Neil, Casey Jones
Warning: NA
Summary: Raph escaped Shredder's ship with broken ribs. But broken ribs still have consequences.
Notes: This was written for someone a bit back. I never published it outside of showing it to that individual, which was a shame. So I'm publishing it now! I hope you all enjoy it!

Healing Moments

Don sat next to Raph, wetting down a cloth and using his left hand to wring it out and lay it on Raph's forehead. His brother turned his head slightly and murmured, but otherwise didn't react to the cloth. Don frowned but didn't leave his brother's side. The rest of his family was sleeping, at least as much as any of them could with their injuries from Shredder's Ship. It wasn't unusual for any of them to be awake at odd hours because they just couldn't get comfortable.

They should have been paying more attention to Raph being uncomfortable.

It had started with a cough. They hadn't paid it much mind. As much as April and Casey cleaned, this farmhouse was old, and they were all sleeping in the attic. It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility that there was something up here or even just outside that Raph was mildly allergic to. Mike had even teased him a little bit about it.

But then the cough had gotten worse, and Raph had begun sleeping more. He had just brushed it off as healing, which also made sense. It took a lot of energy to heal, something that they, unfortunately, knew well. It was only when he had looked feverish, his eyes a bit glassy, his head a bit warm, that it had hit them that something else was going on. With April and Casey's help—as they were the only ones uninjured and able to help the most effectively—Don gave Raph a look over.

Don didn't have access to medical care. Here, at the farm, he didn't even have access to his lab. He would have liked to confirm the illness that he was positive Raph had, but instead he had to make do with his observation and the very small lab he had set up in the barn. Still, he was certain that he knew what Raph had.

Pneumonia.

It made sense. Raph's main injuries had been his ribs, which, of course, were near his lungs. With the pain of his broken ribs, Raph likely wasn't breathing as deeply as he should have been. That would have set him up for an infection to settle in his lower lungs and turn into pneumonia. That was only confirmed by the way that Raph's lungs sounded. That crackling was pretty distinctive, even in mutant turtles.

Don had immediately started on what treatments they could do at the farm. Making sure that Raph was sitting up instead of laying down, giving him over the counter pain killers, making sure he stayed hydrated, and having him sit in a steamy bathroom. Splinter had brought some of his teas with him, as well, and he made sure that Raph drank plenty of those. But it wasn't enough. Raph continued to get worse, and Don had sent out April and Casey to see if they could get their hands on any antibiotics. He hadn't questioned how they had managed to get what they did, he had just taken it.

Now they just had to hope that they were going to work on Raph and that he wouldn't need something stronger.

"How is he?"

Don looked up at Leo's voice, not terribly surprised to hear it. Leo hadn't been sleeping much lately, and Don honestly wasn't sure if it was emotional, or because of his injured shell. It was likely both.

Don looked back down at Raph. "He's resting, at least. The fever is still up, though. I did manage to get him to drink some the last time he was awake."

Leo nodded, standing over their brother. "That's good at least. The medicine will help the fever, right?"

Don frowned. "The NSAID will help the fever. The antibiotics will help the infection, as long as it's a bacterial infection."

Leo paused. "What do you mean, 'as long as it's a bacterial infection'?"

Don looked back down at Raph, laying a hand on the back of his neck as a way to check his temperature. "Pneumonia in humans is most likely to be caused by a bacterial or viral infection. In turtles it can also be fungal. I highly doubt that it's fungal, but it could be viral. If it is, the antibiotics won't do him any good. We'll have to rely on treating the symptoms and hope that his body can handle the rest. If it's bacterial, then the anti-biotics will help."

Leo was quiet for a moment. "How can you tell which kind it is?"

"Here?" Don said "I can't. I'm making the best guess that I can. We're just going to have to hope we're lucky."

Leo's frowned deepened and he turned away. "Luck is not something I think we can rely on."

Don sighed. "Well, it's all we've got right now, Leo," he replied, perhaps a little bit snippier than he needed to be. "So, we'll have to make do."

He turned his attention back to Raph as the other turtled started to cough. Don helped him sit up a bit more, and supported him as he coughed, none of his breaths as deep as Don had hoped they would be, but better than nothing. It sounded so very painful each time he did this, but coughing out the infection was a good thing, even if he knew it set Raph's broken ribs aflame with pain.

With a sigh, Don helped to lean Raph back in his bed, making sure he was propped securely on the pillows and that he was as comfortable as he could be. Raph's eyes cracked open, and he looked over at Don.

"Donnie?" he croaked out, his voice sounding rough and weak.

"Yeah, Raphie, it's me," Don said with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful."

Don chuckled slightly. "Yeah, I'd imagine so. I'm guessing your ribs are pretty sore?"

"Yeah."

"Do your lungs feel sore as well?" Don asked.

Raph paused a moment more before answering that one. "Yeah," he said.

Don nodded. "I thought so. You just rest, alright? I'll take care of things right now. We all will."

Raph let out a bit of a grunt, winced, and then closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep again. Don sighed, and moved the washcloth back to Raph's head, keeping watch over his brother.

Leo watched the whole thing, not interfering with Don's care, and then let out what sounded like an irritated sigh and walked away, going towards the window.

Don watched, and then turned back to Raphael, keeping his own sigh to himself, and replacing the cloth on Raph's head.

Mikey wasn't terrible surprised when he looked over and found Donnie asleep at Raph's side. Mikey had come over to relieve Don, to give him a break from the constant watch he had been keeping on Raph. After all, even though Don was usually in charge of their care when they were sick, at this point Raph's care really wasn't anything that the rest of them couldn't do. Helping Raph sit up to cough, trying to get him to drink water, putting cold cloths on his forehead to keep his fever down, those were all things that anyone could do. Don was just stubborn and didn't want to leave Raph's side.

So, Mike had come anyway, told Don that Master Splinter had sent him up to give Don a break, and not objected when Don wanted to stay nearby a little longer. He hadn't been surprised when, within moments, Don had fallen asleep. Mike had draped a blanket over his purple-banded brother, made sure he wasn't putting pressure on his arm, and then turned all of his attention to Raph.

His brother did not look good. Raph was always all strength and attitude, even when he was being soft and caring. Right now, he didn't look like either of those things. He was propped up on a mound of pillows, cradling his shell to keep him almost upright. His mouth was open as he breathed, although his breaths were a bit gaspy. He was pale and didn't look like he'd be able to hold up his head much less fight anything off.

Mikey didn't like it.

"Heya, Raph, just me, come to check on you. Well, that and to give Donnie a break. You know how he gets when one of us is sick. He's a worse mother hen than Leo!"

Leo… that was another brother to be worried about, although for a completely different reason. But Mike would come back to that later.

"He's been with you most of the time, but, I mean, part of it makes sense. He does know the most, and he's honestly the most mobile of us. Well, Leo might be too, but I think his shell hurts him more than he lets on, and Don fusses over it, too."

Mikey was working as he was talking, taking the moment to check Raph's temperature and make sure that the cloth on his head was nice and cool.

"Anyway, since I can't do much more than sit on my butt and stare at the wall, I figured I might as well sit on my butt here, give Donnie a break, and grace you with my presence!"

Raph stirred under Mikey's touch, and Mike leaned in as much as his broken legs would allow. "Raph?"

Raph's eyes cracked open, and he blearily blinked at his brother. "Mike?" he mumbled, his voice weak. "S'you?"

Mike grinned at his brother. "Yep! The one and only! I decided to give Donnie a little break!"

Raph grunted a little, and his eyes traveled around until they landed on Don, who was asleep, hunched over the end of Raph's bed. "Good."

Raph started coughing again, shallow ones that sounded like they needed to be deeper. His face contorted in pain and his arms wrapped around his middle. Mikey reached over as best he could, supporting him. It was hard to see Raph in pain like this, and not be able to do anything about it. He rubbed Raph's shell, trying to find a way to soothe him at least a little.

Coughing, he knew, was good with something like pneumonia. It brought up the junk in the lungs, and Mikey knew to use a little bowl to catch anything that Raph coughed up. As gross as it was, Donnie would want to examine it. But it also was hard to watch him be in pain from coughing with broken ribs.

As the coughing eased up, Mikey helped Raph lean back again, watching as his brother gasped for breath, pain still clear across his face. He picked up a glass of water with a straw and held it up to Raph. "Here, Raphie. Think you can drink some of this? You need to get some water in you."

Raph gave a tired nod, still working on catching his breath back. But as soon as he could, he clamped his lips around the straw, drinking it slowly. Mikey held it up as long as Raph would drink it, and then sat it to the side. "Think you can swallow some pills? Don left a schedule for your medicine."

Raph nodded, and Mikey fumbled around for the pills, doing the best to reach for the pills without hurting himself, too. He read the instructions, and then took out the correct dosages, helping Raph to take them and drink a bit more water.

"You think you can finish up this glass of water? It'd be good for you if you could."

"Yeah…" The word was faint and tired, but it was there.

Mike held the glass up again, never once letting it drop and adjusting it so that Raph could get every last bit out if out.

"That's good, Raph. I'll see if we can get you a refill, okay? In the meantime, just lay back. I'll get that cloth back on your head."

"…thanks, Mikey."

"No problem, bro," Mike said with a smile. "Hey—why don't I catch you up on what's been going on!"

As Mike prattled on, talking for as long as he knew Raph was listening, and hoping that it brought him some comfort.

April looked over when she heard a small groan. She had been changing the water out, making sure that all of it was fresh after having sent all of the others either to rest or to go outside. They had all been taking turns looking after Raph and they all needed a break. She could take care of Raph for a while and let them have that break. They deserved it.

"Hey there, big guy," she said when she noticed that Raph's eyes were open. "About time you woke up. It's nearly noon."

Raph blinked around the room blearily. "…where's…?"

"I sent them all out for some sunshine," she said, finishing up with the water. "I'd send you out for it, too, but I don't think you're quite up for it yet."

Raph leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "…sounds nice."

April smiled at him. "Don't worry, you'll be out there soon enough."

Raph merely let out a grunt and said nothing more. April went on about straightening up the attic—Despite the presence of Master Splinter, there were four teenaged boys living there—at least until she heard Raph start to cough. She turned around and frowned when she saw him starting to cough again, pain clear on his face. She immediately rushed to his side, putting an arm around him and taking some of his weight on herself.

The coughs were a little deeper than she had heard him have before, which was good, but the pain on his face wasn't nearly as good and it tore at her heart. The guys were like little brothers to her, and she hated to see them all in this much pain. Still, she held him against her as he coughed and hacked, rubbing her hand on the rim of his shell, holding a cloth up to his face, and speaking soft, encouraging words to him.

When he finished, he was breathless, but he didn't seem quite as breathless as she'd seen him before. Still, she helped to lay him back carefully, letting him catch his breath, and went to fetch him a glass of water.

"Here you go, Raph. Drink as much of it as you can, alright?" she said, carefully adjusting the glass at need. "Just take it at your own pace."

April held the glass until Raph had finished it off, filling it up again and offering him more. Raph drank a little more until he finally stopped and laid his head back in the pillows that were piled up around him.

"…Thanks, Ape…" he said, his voice scratchy.

"It's not a problem," she said. April settled in beside him, taking care not to put stress on his lungs or ribs, and brought him to her, letting her little brother lean on her and relax. She gave the top of his head a peck. "What are big sisters for?"

"I think this commentator's whack," Casey said. "There ain't no way they're gonna win. They ain't got the stats."

Raph glanced over at Casey, from where both of them were watching the TV that he had managed to bring up the stairs and hook up enough to get the game. Raph still wasn't up for much, but he had managed to stay awake through a couple of innings at least, which was more than last time.

Casey looked at him. "Don't look at me like that, bro. They just pulled up three guys from the minor league after they traded off their top players. There ain't no way they're gonna do well after that."

"…was stupid," Raph agreed. "…but they got that guy… from Puerto Rico…"

"Yeah, he is really good," Casey admitted. "But ya can't rely on one guy to bring up the whole team! Besides, the other team managed to get four of the best players in the league!"

"…no others."

"Yeah? Well, ya know what? Those three should be able to pull the team through!"

"YOU said—"

Raph's rebuttal was cut off by a round of harsh coughing, which immediately brought the argument to an end. Casey abandoned his argumentative stance, instead moving to support Raph through the coughing, bringing up the small kidney bowl for him to spit anything out into. He kept a strong arm around Raph, making sure that he didn't bend too far in his coughing, aggravating his ribs more.

As soon as Raph was finished, Casey helped him recline back on his mountain of pillows and sat the kidney bowl down.

"Hang on, Raph, lemme get ya some water." Casey turned back to the water they were still keeping nearby and poured Raph some fresh into a cup. He helped Raph hold it, only letting go when it felt like Raph had a good hold on it, although he kept his hands hovering nearby. "Don't drink it too fast, Raph. Ya don't wanna throw up with broken ribs. Trust me on that one."

Raph shot Casey a look, but he kept drinking the water anyway, draining it until the glass was empty. Casey poured him another one, and Raph started in on it too. Finally, he finished, and he let Casey take the glass, his arms dropping tiredly.

"…goofball."

"Who me?" Casey said. "I ain't the one that just tried to yell with pneumonia. Even I ain't that stupid."

Casey settled back down next to Raph and said nothing about the breadcrumb that Raph flicked at him, just flicking it back again. Raph flicked it back, and the two settled into a silent war as they watched the game.

"How are you feeling today, my son?"

Raph looked over at his father as Splinter carried a tray of tea towards him. "Better, Master Splinter," he said, although his voice was still scratchy and weak.

"I am glad to hear it," Splinter said with a smile. "I've brought you some food and tea, my son. Do you feel like eating?"

"I can try."

"I would like that."

Splinter sat the tray down and sat out the lap tray they had been using for Raphael's meals. Taking his time, he sat some of the food on Raphael's tray. Raph eyed the food that was left over. It was a lot of food, and Raph wasn't sure he could eat all of that.

Splinter sat himself down next to Raphael's bed. "I hope you do not mind if I take lunch with you, my son. Your brothers are otherwise occupied, and I believe that Mr. Jones and Ms. O'Neil would appreciate some time together."

Raph smiled. So that's why there was so much food on the tray. "Yer fine, Sensei."

For a little bit, the two ate in relative silence, until Raph felt the urge to start coughing again. He tried to finish his bite and swallow before the urge hit, but he didn't quite make it, some of the food coming out as he coughed.

Immediately, Splinter was at his side, a hand on his shell. "Keep coughing, Raphael, it is okay. Just keep coughing it up."

Raph didn't really have much of choice, but when he was finished, he sagged back on the pillows again, trying to catch his breath.

"S-sorry," he started to apologize, mostly for the mess of food particles he had coughed out.

Splinter immediately dismissed it. "Do not apologize, my son. Believe me, this is far from the worst mess you and your brothers have left on me." There was a trace of humor in his voice, even as he made sure that Raphael was settled and brushed the food away.

He reached for the tea, and held it to his son, helping Raphael to drink it. "Finish it all," Splinter said. "And then, when you feel like it, finish what you can eat. I will be here with you."

Raph couldn't help the smile that touched his lips. Somehow, even at this age, knowing that his father was there was comforting.

Raph woke up, not sure what had woken him up until he looked over and saw the silhouette of Leo sitting beside him. Everyone else was asleep, and only the moonlight illuminated the attic room.

"…Leo?"

Leo shifted. "Did I wake you?" he asked.

Raph shook his head. "Dunno."

Leo hummed.

For a moment, the two sat in silence, until Raph felt the urge to cough building again. He hated coughing at night, because it disturbed his whole family. Still, it couldn't be denied, and it wasn't long before Raph was coughing, holding his ribs as he did.

He felt Leo's arm come around his shoulder, his other bracing Raph from the front, not letting him curl over on himself. Finally, the coughing fit finished, and Leo leaned Raph back.

"Here," he said, bringing a glass up. "Drink some water."

Raph took the glass, drinking the water slowly. Leo watched him closely, taking the glass when he was finished, and then sitting back at Raphael's side. For a moment, neither of them said anything.

"…Do your ribs still hurt?"

"…yeah. But not as bad."

More silence. Then…

"I'm sorry, Raphael."

"Don't be."

They didn't say anything else, but Leo sat by Raph's side for the rest of the night, helping him anytime he needed it.

"Hey! Look who's finally downstairs!" Casey said with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah," Raph said, grinning, even if he was being supported by both Leo and Don on both sides.

"With his fever broken for a few days, and his ribs seeming to heal, it seemed a good time to bring him downstairs," Don said.

"It's good to see you down here," April said with a smile.

Leo and Mikey helped Raph to the couch, where they carefully lowered him down.

"If you feel tired or if you need anything, make sure you tell us," Don said, hovering over Raph.

"I will, Don, ya don't have to hover," Raph said.

"Dude, Don not hovering is like asking Master Splinter not to give us tea," Mikey said.

"Which is exactly what I am bringing you now," Splinter said. "And you will drink it."

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Raphael." Leonardo said, giving his shoulder a squeeze before moving away.

"Thanks, bro," Raph said, settling in on the couch and taking the tea that Master Splinter offered him. He let out a shallow sigh of contentment, glad to be out of the attic and among his family again.

"Hey—who wants to watch a movie?" Mikey asked.

"I'll make the popcorn!" Don volunteered.

"I'll come help you," April said.

"What movie did you have mind?" Casey asked, leaning over to look at the collection they had brought with them.

Raph watched as Splinter settled down in a chair, and Leo moved closer to the family as they all gathered around. His ribs still hurt, he still had a cough, and he couldn't breathe deeply, but he was glad to be here with his family. Maybe none of them were whole and healthy, but they were well on their way to healing at least—and with the way his family gathered around him, he could tell that they felt the same way.

Raph settled back, drank his tea, and listened to his family argue the finer points of the best Star Trek movie.

"Ya better just hope that Five ain't the only one that still plays."

He couldn't help but grin at the cacophony of protests that rose at his words. Yeah. They'd all be fine in time.