"Mikey?" The three brothers came over to see the same picture as their farther. Donnie came rushing forward wanting to check his only younger brother over. Having researched medical skills the most the Purple banded turtle checked for what had caused his younger brother to be rendered unconscious.
"It looks like he hit his head on the edge of the table when he was fell." Donnie observed. He made some more checks and deemed it safe to move Mikey to the medical cot they had in the lab/infirmary.
Raph and Leo carried Mikey as gently as they could. The tense and quiet atmosphere that seemed to grow as they travelled to the lab only intensified the worry the family felt.
As they placed Mikey onto the cot Donnie went straight to work making sure that there wasn't more damage that was not visible.
"Please leave. I need to concentrate without anyone breathing down my neck." No one argued with the turtle. Once its something that involves science, technology or medicine Donnie is automatically the leader. Unless said turtle is not present or unable.
Both red and blue banded brothers walked out of the lab to the living room to see Master Splinter just standing staring at the spot Mikey had lay only minuets before. The rats eyes seemed transfixed to the small puddle of blood as if its very existence was an impossibility.
Raph and Leo shared a look before walking up to their farther. Splinter seemed not to notice them. His eyes still on the slowly staining floor.
"Master?" Leo said placing a hand on Splinters arm. He noticed a very small, almost unnoticeable flinch. "Leonardo?" Splinter looked up at his eldest son only just noticing that two of his sons have returned from the lab.
"Donnie's checking Mikey now. Raph and I will clean up in here. Are you feeling alright Sensei?"
Splinter stole himself, trying to appear calmer then he feels. This does not go unnoticed by the two present turtles. "Yes Leonardo, I am fine. I will check on Donatello and.... Michelangelo."
The old rat walked off towards the lab where his two youngest sons are. He tried to prepare himself for what he was about to see. This was for nothing as his heart dropped at the sight of Michelangelo, limp, almost lifeless on the one cot in the lab. The cot was required as his sons often came home with wounds and injury's from their adventures on the surface. It was the fact that his son was on this cot not because of an enemy getting a lucky hit but because his farther decided to project his worries onto his sons. His own fear caused this.
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A Fathers Fear
General FictionSplinter fears for his sons future. So many enemy's are after his sons lives. Splinter lets his fear control him and does the unthinkable. He hurts one of his sons and now faces the consequences. (You can imagen any turtle series for this story.)
