After a day or so a pile of boxes sat in the corner of all of Mikey's belongings as his brother's did a deep cleaning of his room. Mikey refused to move off of the table, however. Every time he stood up he collapsed of dizziness. His entire body ached and his head pounded.
Donnie came in from the rest of the lair. Mikey could barely move his head to look at his brother without something screaming in protest.
"Hey Mike. How you feeling?" Donnie crouched in front of him.
Mikey just blinked in response.
"Not to good eh?" He sighed and rubbed Mikey's feverish head softly. "We're trying to fix it okay?"
Mikey tried to nod and just winced in pain.
Donnie turned to the boxes. "Do you want some medicine?"
Mikey nodded. Donnie grabbed a cup of water and some pills snd helped his little brother sit up to take them.
As Mikey swallowed the medication, Donnie's hand swept across something rough on the back of Mikey's neck. He frowned. Slowly pushing Mikey to a sitting position he examined the nape and back of Mikey's neck.
A series of red little dots lined the green skin across the turtle's neck. Donnie poked at one and Mikey flinched.
"This must be how the roaches managed to get the virus into your bloodstream," Donnie murmured absentmindedly.
He hadn't noticed the young turtle had passed out on his legs until he tried to move, mind whirring. He looked down and saw Mikey, his angelic, sleeping face making Donnie smile. He carefully lifted Mikey off of him and set him down on the table before going over to his computer.
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Doctor Donnie
FanfictionWhen Mikey falls terribly sick, it's up to Donnie to fix him. Will they manage to figure out the cause and find the cure before it's too late?
