Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: From Allies to Lovers

Down with the Sickness

In the sewers of NYC...

Down in the turtles' lab, the brothers and Mizuki watched the red-clad turtle mutant play a dancing game called "Dance! Dance! Revolution!"

Raph grunted as he repeatedly step on the blinking arrows continously as if he didn't want to risk missing any move, his eyes focused on the game. The other three and Mizuki watched him with anticipation. The numbers kept on going higher with every perfect hit Raph made.

"I don't think he got this," Leo smirked, his arms crossed.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Mikey said defensively.

"What? I'm just saying he doesn't have this."

"You're just trying to get in my head," Raph answered to the blue-clad turtle, sweat pouring down.

"Oh, my peaches and cream, he just doubled," Donnie remarked.

A figure walked heavily into the room with rugged coughs.

"Rag! Now!" Raph yelled.

Mikey dabbed a rag on his forehead. "Have I ever told you how big and beautiful you are?"

"No, but thank you," the larger turtle grinned.

"Uh, he is about to set a new high score! I can't watch, but I can't not watch!" Donnie's eyes went big impressed.

The figure's hand knocked down some pictures and other things on the table as he passed by, hacking and coughing all over again.

Leo pushed Donnie down to get closer to the game screen. "You know what they say about big-time moments?"

"Yes, I do! They say in big-time moments, leaders make—"Raph replied.

"Brain!" Splinter's scream interrupted him.

The five turned around, just as the game announced, "Game Over". The turtles and Mizuki didn't pay mind to it when they saw Splinter clutching his head. "Ow, my brain!" He cried in agony.

The turtles yelled horrified. Mizuki gasped, covering her mouth. "No! Why?!" Donnie shouted in despair.

Splinter gave out a weak sneeze and wiped his nose.

"Gesundheit," Leo said.

"Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh! Splinter's a zombie!" Mikey panicked.

"Mikey, zombies are interested in other people's brains," Donnie told him.

"Rat Flu. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill, boys and Mizzy." Raph said in seriousness.

DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS

The boys and Mizuki had moved Splinter into his room. Mizuki could only stand there concerned as she watched Donnie use his goggles to check over him and Leo fanning a rag over Splinter's head.

"I feel terrible. Do I feel terrible? Be honest," Splinter asked them weakly.

The five teens took one look at the rat mutant's face. Snot dripped from his nose, sweat pouring down from his face.

The teens all groaned in disgust but tried to keep calm smiles.

"You look great, not horribly sick at all," Raph answered with a cringe as he closed the curtains to his room.

"He's horribly sick," he honestly revealed to his brothers and Mizuki.

"I'm afraid I do not understand. What is the rat flu?" Mizuki said politely.