The Mutagen (TMNT Mikey fan fiction)

Needles and pins

Mikey's P.O.V.

I think it's been a few days since (y/n) left... I can't be sure. I haven't been able to wake up yet and it's getting on my nerves, I want move. I want to see her. Ride our skateboards together. Teach her how to cook like I said I would before... I mentally sighed. I hope I wake up soon, if I'm able to wake up at all.

"Don, how's--"

Raph!

"He's looking a lot less--"

Wait, are they talking about me?

"Poor Mikey..."

Hold up! A lot less what? Less healthy, less sleepy what??

Oh no, the mutagen. What is it doing to me? Ooh oh oh I better not go back to being a little turtle! I will be an angry little turtle if I do. Wait till I find Shredder, I will bite off his toes and fingers! He wouldn't even know what hit him until it's too late because of my small form.

"--much longer?"

Why can't I hear full sentences?

"I don't--"

Soon, I decided to tune them out. I couldn't gain much from what I was hearing anyway. Just something about paling and change, whatever that means. My thoughts began to wander through old memories of me and my brothers. How we would train with Master Splinter. It took me a while to get the hang of using nunchaku. I remember that when I was practicing I would hit my back, face pretty much anywhere within reach. Oh, and this one time I hit Raph right on the nose! I mean it wasn't on purpose, he's the one who came up behind me. While holding what once was my skateboard in both hands... His nose barely bled...really. I like to think that he helped me with my nunchaku skills.

Anyways, enough thinking of the past. Time to think of the present. I try to move once again. I concentrate on moving my fingers, eyelids, or limbs.

Like every other time, nothing happened.

Either the mutagen is slowly killing me, or ever so slowly changing me. I don't know for sure. But what I do know is that I can't stay unconscious much longer. I'm getting really hungry and I'm craving pizza. Putting all my energy I concentrate on moving my arms, opening my eyes. I think about wiggling my fingers and toes. Come on, Mikey. I think about giving (y/n) a hug. Saying thank you to her for taking care of me. You can do this Mikey.

Mikey... Mikey, I think your finger is lifting! I can still feel the cloth of the bed sheets underneath but there's energy rushing towards it. The energy...I haven't felt something like this before. I hope it was something that people felt before they wake up from unconsciousness. That is until felt needles and pins stabbing my hands. Something built up in my throat, I think it was me trying to yell my lungs out from the pain but I heard nothing of the kind. My mouth was clenched tight.

It happening again. Like the time I felt there were many insects crawling underneath my skin. What is going in with me?

I wish (y/n) was here, just knowing she was close made me feel better. But no, it's better this way. She should live her life free of danger. It was a mistake to even think she should be apart of who we are. I shouldn't have brought her to the lair. I could've dropped her off at a hospital or something. Then we'd both have been safe.

The stabbing of the needles and pins turn into something more painful like a knife splitting your skin.

The yells I so badly wanted to let out were stuck at the back of my throat. Can my brothers see I'm in pain? Or is my face expressionless? I'm sure it's that other wise Donnie would have been blabbering non stop to himself about figuring a way to help me. So far I haven't even heard the squeaks of mice.

Are they even in the lair?