Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Please Speak Mikey

Chapter 6

One moment he was talking to Mikey, the next everything was a haze, like a giant white fog had suddenly just appeared and was now hovering over him in the dojo. His memories were all jumbled up. A bunch of scribbles on a piece of paper trying to reconnect to create an image of the last few seconds. Out of nowhere, a scene was established where red, sticky blood coated his green hands along with the scarlet colour splattered on his plastron. "Mikey" he heard himself say. Why wasn't he answering him? His arms were numb, not functioning, so he was helpless as his sensei quickly removed Mikey from his arms. Why was he taking Mikey from him? What.....What was going on? Raph didn't recall moving his legs, or how his hands reached out for his unconscious brother saying his name, but Leo had suddenly blocked his view with an expression of concern.

"Raph, are you alright?"

That was a stupid question. Why shouldn't he be alright? Had something happened? The turtle blinked, startled to see his brother placing his hands on his shoulders. Why did Leo look so pale?

"Please answer me Raph." He muttered so quietly that Raph barely heard him.

Wait. Was he alright? He couldn't think, his mind was clouded. Raph opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Suddenly he felt his body trembling and becoming unbalanced like jelly as he felt himself sway to the side. Thankfully Leo caught him. He vaguely heard their Sensei asking Leo to take care of him....but why? Why did he need to be taken care of? With a sharp nod, the oldest brother gently steered his red-clad brother out of the Dojo and away from the lab.

"Let's get you cleaned up Raph."

Leo guided his sibling as he seemed almost motionless and unresponsive. His body moved on its own record as they both reached the destination of the bathroom. But just as Leo opened the door Raph stopped him.

"I'm fine fearless, I can take care of myself."

Leo was not convinced, he had never seen Raph so shaken. He was feeling quite numb himself. But, it couldn't be serious. No. Mikey's condition couldn't be too serious....he would have known if it was serious, wouldn't he....? Either way, he got the feeling that it wasn't a good idea to argue with his hot-headed brother right now. He just nodded, allowing Raph to pass him and head to the sink. "I'll be here if you need me, bro." Shutting the door leaving him alone. Raph scrambled towards the mirror but his reflection seemed to surprise him. There is no way this pale, sickly turtle was him. He suddenly felt like a lost little boy, searching for a way out. But the mist was persistent capturing him inside a woolly blanket, becoming tighter refusing to make an exit. Raph leaned forward grabbing on the side of the sink. Why was there blood on his chest and on his hands...? Slowly dried-up blood dribbled down the slippery wetness plughole as a cold sensation swept across his back, then a block of ice shattered over his body freezing him to his core as he stared down at his hands.

"Blood?" he whispered. "Whose blood is this? Is it mine?" He thought as he discovered more on his stomach. He was so confused. For a moment he actually couldn't remember. "What's wrong with me? What's going on?" He said frantically, suddenly he gasped as a click in the brain, like an electric bolt jolted his mind, clearing away the thin haze. Raph tried to catch himself but he failed as he collapsed onto the floor, his breathing was too heavy and too fast for him to breathe properly. He could only gulp, somehow the room seemed to become drained. The panic-stricken in his green eyes when gazing upon the red, finally recollecting the scattered images forming an atrocious site. "Mikey!" he gasped, his heart pounding so loudly, pulsing out of his chest due to multiple pictures scrolling through his mind. "Oh my god, t-that was my baby brother!" Raph never finished, he violently vomited, spilling his breakfast into the small bin next to him. Struggling to sit straight the teen managed to support himself sitting against the wall as he tried to piece together what exactly had just taken place a moment ago. So many questions swam through his head. How did it come to this? How did this even start? Why wouldn't Mikey tell them he needed aid? Why didn't he tell me he was in pain?