Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Please Speak Mikey

Chapter 7

Where am I?

Everything is so dark?

Or is it black?

Either way I can't see. Or maybe I can, just it all seems...void.

I could have sworn I was in pain? So then why do I feel so light?

No it feels like I'm floating but on what?

This feeling...Hard to describe.

I don't know where this place is? I can't remember, like my brain has switched off.

How long have I been here? What happened to me?

Am I even awake or asleep? I'm confused.

Still can't recall, but I know one thing, I don't like here.

It's cold, unpleasant and feels hostile.

Like I'm trapped in the darkness.

No, like shadows, silhouettes ready to attack? Devour?

I can hear them, that horrid laugh.

Everywhere, all corners, left and right, up and down. Now there whispering.

I'm getting afraid.

How do I escape? Which way do I even go? Can I even move?

What going on? Why does it feel like I'm going down, like I'm sinking?

Leo, Raph Donnie, Sensei, I'm...Terrified!

Brothers help me! They keep coming!

I want to leave, want to get out!

The whispering are louder, more vivid and threatening.

Please save me!

I promise I'll be good, don't leave me in here.

Don't go!

Save me big brothers.

Donnie wiped the sweat from Mikey's forehead, his heart twisting and throbbing, watching his baby brother whimper. His eyes scrunched up from another nightmare. It was becoming a frequent occurrence. What was he dreaming about? Mikey spoke no words, only groaned and whined, his hands clenching and unclenching struggling to release himself from his mind. Stroking the side of his head, shushing his brother, which sadly had no effect on him. But that wouldn't stop the purple turtle from trying. His little brother still needed protecting, even if it was from his own night terrors. One idea struck him. It was a long shot, but worth a try. He knelt down near his ear softly humming. It was a tune he remembered from their childhood. Whenever they were frightened Master splinter would sing this Japanese song and it would always bring comfort and tranquillity over them. He sighed in relief when Mikey started to relax, his face turning towards him as he finished the song, as though he had won at least some small fragment of this internal battle.

Even after the surgery, it had still been touch and go for Mikey. As far as his injury was concerned he was not going to be let off the hook so easily. Not long after the surgery Mikey needed to have his blood drained by a chest tube which was attached to suction to start with. Then after the lung was re-inflated, the auction was turned off but the end of the tube was placed in a sealed container filled with water to prevent air from seeping back in and creating a second pneumothorax. It was another day before the chest tube could be completely removed. Now it was over and not a moment too soon. Donnie didn't have any more Doctor practice emotionally left within him. Now they were just left to wait and watch Mikey recover.

"Must remember to get Rockwell a very large fruit basket when this is over." Donnie reminded himself. That thought suddenly made him feel very depressed. When was this going to be over? Mikey may have gotten through the surgery but Donnie had a feeling that this was far from over, not for any of them. "Oh Mikey. Please come back to us." he mumbled in sorrow, wishing he could do more emotionally than physically to heal his sibling. But right now all they could do is wait, observe and pray that their littlest brother would pull through. All they needed was just one more chance to prove how much they truly needed there cute, funny, irritatingly happy orange-clad turtle in their lives.