ROTTMNT ONESHOTS/SHORT STORIES

Is It Cold Out?

Move.

Move, god damn it.

Please.

You can't die here.

Not like this. Not here, not now.

Mikey's mind ran, as his hand clenched into a fist. He did it! Oh my god he actually did it! He moved! Even if it was something so incredibly small, he still moved. He can do this. He just needs to focus. He moved his arm out, slowly, painfully, and strained himself to do so. His hand hit his phone. He slowly unlocked it, ad his eyes seemed to be glued shut. He couldnt think at this point. Nothing in his mind made any sense, let alone speaking.

He was going to have to speak though. Moving was just painful at this point. If it wasn't pain, it was numbness he was feeling. And being numb hurt, too. He couldn't text, not now. He hit the first icon, hit call, then speaker. He let his arm rest, tears staining his face as his lip quivered. He heard a ring. Then another. And then another. It felt like forever when really it was not even 10 seconds. Then there was an answer.

"You're conversing with Donatello, how may I assist you and why is my heating time being interrupted?" Sarcasm laced Donnie's voice at the end, honestly not caring that his brother had called. Besides, he's still laying on SHELLDON as he spoke. A moment of silence went on.

"...'Angelo? You there?"

"Don.." Mikey had to force this out, his voice cracking and dry.

"Mikey? Is everything alright?"

Here's the thing; Mikey's mind wasn't.. right. Thoughts were mixing together and his words slurred together in a pained state. He wasn't going to make sense.. like at all. His eyes wouldn't open. It hurt to breath at this point. He felt his pulse slow down. He could speak just a little longer- he had to- he had to. Mikey felt more tears slide down his face as he opened his mouth to speak.

"You.. you ever look at the stars... in.. in the, ink.? No wait.. that not how thats said.."

Mikey confused himself, let alone confusing Donnie.

"What are you talking about?"

"How.. how do you feel, man.. and what you think.. about all of this..."

"..Mikey, your behavior is incredibly concerning. What's with this sudden... tone to you? And these cryptic messages? Is this some puzzle?"

Mikey shuddered, and his teeth clattered against each other. His pulse was dropping more and more with every passing second. He wasn't even aware of it at this point. A quiet, pained cry escaped his lips.

×××

On the other end of the line, Donnie sat up. SHELLDON looked at him confused for the sudden shift in body language. Don kept the phone to his ear, holding it rather tightly - or at least more than he assumed he would. Worry wash over him, hearing his brother lightly shudder and cry, it being barely audible over the phone. He stood, and stretched his limbs, as he spoke.

"Mike? Mikey? Hey talk to me, what's going on?" Donnie waited for a response, worry building up in himself.

He heard a pained sniff on the other end of the line. He stood up, right when Mikey quietly spoke.

"Is it cold outside..?"

"..what...?"

"Is it cold out...?"

Donnie dropped his phone on the floor, and ran out of his room. Oh god. Oh no. Oh fuck. He ran down the hall, basically breaking Mikey's door down to get in the room. He froze in place, his eyes wide and his breath being held.

He almost had to leave for his own safety.

He saw his brother practically frozen in place, eyes closed and his breathing so sparce it looked like he wasn't at all. Donnie forced himself forward, and picked up his youngest brother. He was cold to the touch, shaking violently as his teeth clattered against each other. Though Don felt his brother ease up against him, most likey from the fresh body heat from laying on SHELLDON. Donnie left the youngests room, carrying him the the infirmary.

He lay Mikey in the bed, putting heated blankets over him and making sure the heaters were all facing the younger one. Donnie felt his chest rise and fall quickly, worry seeped into every pore in his skin. His eyes worriedly watched Mikey, seeing his chest rise and fall every so slightly. He still shook violently, and Donnie got more and more concerned. He stepped out momentarily, running to Leo's room first.

"Leon???"

"Yeah?" Was spoken out from the fort.

"Mi-"

"Before anything, April will be here soon."

"Thats great Leo, Mikey's in the infirmary."

Sarcasm laced his voice as a suffocating silence filled the room immediately after the words were said. Leo scrambled out of the blanket fort, and looked to Donnie with wide eyes. Leo stood, after trying to and failing 2 or 3 times in a row, and made eye contact with his twin.

"Youre joking."

"I wish."

"Let's go!"

"I'll get Raph, go in the infirmary with 'Angelo. Ill meet you there."

Donnie and Leo split off. Leo ran into the infirmary, and Donnie ran to Raph's room. He saw Raph in the middle of his room on the floor in his shell, with the heated blanket draped over him.

"Raph, Mikey's in the infirmary, c'mon."

Without pause, Raphael popped out of his shell, and stood. He followed Donnie back to the infirmary, where the met Leo looking at Mikey with a worried expression. They pulled up chairs around the bed, and they were all were sat waiting for their youngest brother to do or say something. Anything.

"Don.. what happened?" Raph spoke, reaching over and feeling Mikey's forhead gently. Cold to the touch. Though, Donnie felt Mikey's forehead and smiled. He was already warming up, even if it wasnt by much, it was still something.

"Hes a lot warmer than he was.."

"Jesus, hes still cold.. but what happened." Raph repeated.

"I.. I dont know. For once I dont know. He just, called me and said some sort of cryptic messages and asked if it was cold." Donnie admitted, looking down shamefully. He wished he would've checked sooner, but how could he have known?

Mikey stirred. While he was never asleep, he wasn't exactly conscious for any of this either; his brain seemed to have shut off by the time he finished speaking to Donnie, yet his body was still consious. But just barely. Regardless, the heat was definately helping Mikey come back to earth. Who knows if he were to come back if this was delayed any longer.

Though his mind still wasn't.. turning right.

"Don.." was squeaked out, before Mikey shuddered and shook. He felt a hand be placed on top of his.

"I'm here Mike. I'm here, it's alright. Focus on warming up.." Donnie spoke to his youngest brother, as Mikey's eyelids were too heavy to open.

"Is it cold out..?"

Raph and Leo shared a glance.

"...yeah.. yeah it is buddy. But you're gonna warm up soon.." Don told the other carefully, and watched as a small, pain-filled smile crept onto his lips.

He'll warm up soon.

He has to.

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1958 words

Could you tell I was cold writing this? Hshshsh

Alright anyway

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