Journey to the Center of Mikey's Mind - Alternate Story

The Healed Harm

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Mikey wasn't aware of much at first. He knew it was dark and quiet and that was about it. A few moments passed like this until Mikey's consciousness was drawn out further by a dull throbbing in his head and at his side. The pain kept growing. He just wanted to go back to his serene tranquillity, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. The aching persisted no matter how much he tried to ignore it. He sighed inwardly and felt the heaviness in his eyes lifting. He slowly blinked them open, but quickly scrunched them up tight against the onslaught of bright whiteness that had filled his vision. He groaned as he turned his head away from the source, his voice tired and hoarse.

Donnie, who had been preoccupied with rummaging through the cupboards for fresh supplies, now froze, his heart jumping up into his throat. He turned and looked behind him to where his little brother was lying on the bed, but saw that although he had been soundly sleeping before, he was now shifting, a pained expression on his face.

"Oh... oh, um...w-wait, um..." Donnie stumbled over his words as he juggled the various bandages, salves and packets which he had piled into a mound in his arms. He rushed over as quickly as he could without tripping over the bandages that had unfurled themselves and were now trailing down to the floor in front of his feet. He managed the dump everything onto the small metal table at the bedside without causing a major avalanche and then focused his attention on his brother, placing a gentle olive-green hand on his unwrapped arm as he leaned in closer.

"Mikey?" Donnie noticed him shying away from the light and quickly rushed over to the panel on the wall to adjust it. When he returned to the bedside Mikey looked more relaxed and was looking up at the ceiling dazedly. Donnie addressed his brother again. He smiled with satisfaction as Mikey's shining baby-blue eyes locked with Donnie's own warm chestnut-brown.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Donnie's heart pounded in his ears as he waited for a response.

"Why isn't he saying anything? I know he hit his head but it isn't that bad. I couldn't have missed something could I?"

Donnie's frantic stream of thoughts was broken when Mikey uttered a single, pained word.

"Ow." Donnie dispersed a light laugh with his sigh of relief.

"Believe it or not that's a good thing, Mikey. It means that you haven't sustained any nerve damage."

"Well it sure doesn't feel like a good thing, D" moaned Mikey, allowing himself to sink into the soft pillow beneath him.

"I'll grab you some painkillers, just a sec." As Donnie got up to ransack the cupboards once more, Mikey asked him where everyone else was.

"They're with the professor, working on the plan for retrieving the first piece of the black hole generator from the Triceraton ship."

"Oh, yeah..." Donnie could tell by Mikey's tone that he was remembering the argument they had had before this mess had started and he felt guilt squeezing at his stomach.

Mikey shook the memory from his mind and instead peered curiously at his surroundings. His vision was limited by his lying position on the bed but he still recognised the room as the medical bay of the 'Ulixes'. When the turtles and their friends had first arrived on the ship, Fugitoid had given them the grand tour, showing them every inch of the ship and boasting smugly at their admiration. It wasn't a huge ship by all accounts, so they had gotten to know the layout fairly quickly, although Mikey always wondered why there was only one bathroom; it just seemed silly for a ship with so many bedrooms.