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Cute turtles with a side of the flu

yes, a sickfic. why? because sickfics are cute af. 

(also I've been sick and I thought it would be cute to write about the turtles in that situation. even tho it sucks irl)

It wasn't often the turtles got sick, but when they did, they got really sick. Living in the sewers meant that they were exposed to quite a lot of bacteria and such every single day, and when they were younger it wasn't unusual for them to get sick quite a few times per year. But now that they were 15 they had practically gotten immune to it. 

At least they thought they were. 

It started with Michelangelo complaining more than usual during morning practice. He was acting clumsily and failed to avoid easy attacks. He even went as far as to stop mid-attack to grasp at his forehead in pain, signaling that he most likely had a headache. 

This sparked worry in his older brothers, especially Donatello who asked Michelangelo to join him in his lab for a checkup later. He reluctantly agreed, just as long Donatello promised that no needles would be involved and a lollipop would be guaranteed afterwards. 

"So, Mikey, how are you feeling?" Don asked his younger brother, who was now sitting opposite of him in his lab. 

"Eh.. okay, I guess. My head is hurting like crazy though." Michelangelo managed to croak out, the sound of his voice making Donatello cringe. 

While he wrote down the symptoms Mikey mentioned, he had a bad feeling in his gut. It could just be a regular cold, but knowing his brothers and himself, it most certainly wasn't. It most likely was the flu. 

"Have you been experiencing an excessive amount of nasal congestion lately?" he asked his 'patient', not looking up from his notes. If he did look up, he would have seen Mikey looking like a big question mark. 

"Bro, I don't know how much of that I needed to understand, but I understood... nothing." Michelangelo smiled sheepishly, but he regretted that greatly as he gripped his forehead in pain again. His smile was quickly replaced by a deep frown and he groaned lowly. 

The brainiac hurriedly went to the kitchen and scrambled in the drawers, bringing out the painkillers. He also took a glass and filled it with cold, fresh water. 

When he reentered his lab, his younger brother had finally released his forehead, but he wasn't looking any better. He looked paler than usual, which was hard to do since they were, well, green. 'Poor guy must be feeling really bad' Don thought as he plopped down in his chair again. 

"Take this" he ordered Michelangelo, holding out a painkiller pill and a glass of water. He got a brief 'thanks' before he watched the sick turtle down it all in one go. 

Donatello sighed and took the water glass from his brother, placing it on his desk for now. "I'm sorry Mikey, but it seems like you have the flu." he stated.

Michelangelo almost looked like a balloon losing all it's air. He his entire body slumped down on the chair, and he made a whining noise. But then, he got a mischievous smirk on his face and asked excitedly, "Does this mean I don't have to go to morning practice?"

Donatello gave him a deadpan stare. "Well.. yeah. Master Splinter doesn't want us training when we're sick." This earned a victory cry from Michelangelo, and something along the lines of "I should be sick more often!"

This made Don smirk though, and he added "But that also means; no skateboarding, no video games, no soda and, most importantly, no pizza for a week." 

Michelangelo let out a huge gasp and he looked offended to no end. "NO PIZZA? This is a hate crime!" he whined loudly, earning the attention of their two other brothers who came sprinting into the lab asking what's going on.