Request; no
Who; B-team (A-team join in at the end :>)
Type; hurt/comfort
Summary; Mikey almost dies. He tries to not let the others notice, but he's quite literally freezing to death. His heater broke and he didnt want to say anything. It wasnt until Donnie came into his room, and almost had to leave for his own safety. He pulls Mikey out, and took him to the infirmary, where he was heated up. Though he was still weak, and could only mumble odd sentances.
Warnings; hyperthermia/freezing, near death, giving up on living lol, panicking
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It was a harsh winter in New York this year.
The winter season was something that the turtles loved and hated at the same time. They love playing in snow, and seeing the white gloss over the city; and they have to bundle up which means unintentionally hiding themselves which means time out in the open on the surface. But at the same time, theyre cold blooded. They can't be out for long, and they have to retreat to heaters a lot. Each room in the lair has a heater in some form.
Like the living room had a space heater, the kitchen and Don's lab had one of those elongated heaters that were lined against walls, dojo and the lair games areas had heated pads, etc. The infirmary had 3 heaters on full blast. The boys all had a heater in their rooms, and those were a bit more essential since their rooms always got colder than the rest of the lair. And they would quite literally freeze to death.
All of them were in their rooms.
Donnie lay on top of SHELLDON, as he was programmed to have a built in heater. He was taking a break for once from working. Whether that be because he's a bit cold and just exhausted, or because April calls him to make sure he's not over working himself, a break is a break nonetheless.
Raph was in his shell, with a heated blanket draped over him. He was a bit colder than he thought he would've been, so for now he just wanted to stay bundled up until dinner. (April was coming over and they're doing homemade pizzas.)
Leo was curled up in a miniature fort he made. He put a thick blanket going from on top of the heater to the foot of his bed, then another that crossed over the other way; essentially making a box to trap the heat in. He was on his phone, texting with April and just joking around with her while smiling at the warmth he's in.
Then there was Mikey.
God. There was Mikey.
He was laying on his bed, curled up in cold blankets, desperately trying to warm himself up. He shivered and shook, almost unable to move from being so cold. His face and fingertips were numb, as his body felt as heavy as ice.
His heater had been broken for a few days now.
He needed to get out of his room but he honestly couldn't. He was frozen in place, and honestly he felt like if he didn't warm up soon that wouldn't just be figurative. His breath was almost as shakey as he was, his eyes wired shut and his body temperature lower than his self esteem. It was to the point where it almost hurt to breath from being that cold. He was almost in physical pain from freezing.
Even his mask seemed to be too cold for him.
His body was stiff. But he needed to get somewhere warmer.
He desperately tried to move. He just.. couldn't. He could feel the tears form, as he kept trying to get up and get out. It's like he was tied down in place, no matter how hard he tried and no matter how much he struggled he just. Couldn't. Move. He couldn't call out. He couldn't scream for help. He was stuck.
Before he knew it he felt the tears streaming down his face, as his negative thoughts consumed his mind. He never really let them be so evident but it was so hard. It was so fucking hard. He was afraid. He was afraid to die. He was terrified to die. And he knew he would. He was alone, freezing to death, and that's that. But he cant just give up- not now. He cant just leave his family. God, they would have to find him- that cant happen- he cant let it happen.
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.
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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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