XIII. Hurt Caretaker || The Hamato Brothers
Mikey steps up to care for his brothers after an accident.
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“Get your feet off the dashboard, Leo!”
The yawn Leo unleashed on the world, cleaving his head in two, was exaggerated. Mikey could’ve fallen into it easy if he held it for a second or two longer, but instead, Leo put his hands behind his head. “We got a two-hour drive back home. I’m not spending it with my feet on the floor like a loser.”
Raph’s massive hands gnawed the back of the front passenger chair, eye twitching, the fabric stretching. Mikey hid behind his comic book.
“Putting your feet on the dashboard is a surefire way to break both your legs if we crash,” said Raph.
“Wow, you’re so negative. Donnie, take my side!”
“Donnie, tell him to put his legs on the floor where they belong!”
“I am DRIVING!” Donnie screamed. “If you don’t shut up, so help me, I’m gonna turn this car back around and take us back to Todd’s! If Leo wants to fracture his fibulas so bad, let him break them!”
“Are we there yet?” Mikey asked.
“Don’t make me reach back there, Mikey!”
“I was just asking, yeesh.”
Mikey skimmed his Jupiter Jim comic book, however the sick yellow glow of the highway streetlights made the images blur together, and Donnie griped every time he flicked on the interior lights. Perhaps they’d all gotten far too comfortable to the luxury of the Turtle Tank.
He and his brothers had spent the weekend’s up at Todd’s for a much-needed nature retreat, though Mikey suspected Splinter had suggested it get them out of his fur for a while. The trip was a resounding success, albeit Donnie spent most of the time on his phone and hissing at anyone who tried to take it from him, and Raph had a rather unfortunate encounter with poison ivy. However, there were highlights, and the highlights shone bright enough to cut through the gruff moments. Scaring unsuspecting tourists by pretending to be Bigfoot even got Donnie off his ass for a few hours, and Leo swore up and down that he’d seen the real Bigfoot lurking somewhere in the trees.
Regardless, Mikey wished they’d taken the Turtle Tank, which had ample lighting and entertainment to last them on the trip back, but Splinter had—perhaps correctly—pointed out that if they’d taken their preferred mode of transport, they wouldn’t leave the vehicle all weekend. Donnie had put up a fuss until they told him he could keep a stolen vehicle, and he and Leo went out and come back with increasingly impractical cars: sports cars, luxury vehicles, a classic New York taxi that Raph in no way could fit into. Finally, they’d convinced Donnie and Leo to steal a tasteful SUV that could accommodate Raph. Mikey was convinced that Donnie had spent most of the time on the weekend concocting plans to upgrade the boring SUV into something more to his taste.
The bickering settled, although Raph was still giving a churning, sour stink eye to the back of Leo’s head. Raph grabbed one of the Jupiter Jim comics on the seat beside him and hunched over. He had trouble fitting into most vehicles and even the SUV was pushing the comfort limits, so it was probably why he was cranky.
“Hey, Donnie, look out for that tree,” said Leo.
“The tree is on the side of the road, Nardo,” Donnie drawled.
“Yeah, but you could run into it.”
“Improbable.”
“What if the wind blows it over?”
“What wind? The forecast says it’s going to be a clear night.”
“Pft, are you gonna trust a weatherman over your own brother? I don’t think so!…Oh, look out for that rock.”
“What rock?!”
“The one on the side the road.”
“I swear in the good name of Grace Hopper, Leo—”
“Hey, maybe we can make a stop on the way back so we can stretch our legs?” Mikey suggested.
“The trip will take the whole night if we do that,” said Donnie. “It’s easier to drive straight home.”
“I wouldn’t mind a stop,” said Leo. “We drove past a diner on the way to Todd’s that claimed to have the best pancakes in the world and we absolutely need to verify that claim.”
“UGH. If we make a pit stop, will you stop being a backseat driver?”
“I, Leonardo Hamato, do solemnly swear to sit here quietly and not say a single thing if we stop at the best pancakes in the world.”
Donnie’s devious smile flickered dangerously in the rearview mirror. “Care to wager on that, Leonardo Hamato?”
“Oh, you are on. Okay, if I win, fix the Rock Band instruments like you said you’d do six months ago.”
“Those offensive musical abominations that offend mine ears?”
“Yup! You have to fix all of them, and then play with us.”
“I accept your terms. My victory is assured!”
Leonardo laughed, smiled, and mimed zipping his lips shut.
“Hey, what cover story do you want to use for this whole situation when we get to the pancake place?” Raph asked. “Comicon or off-duty stunt actors?”
“Naw, that’s just retreading old ground,” said Mikey. “How about: we are wild, rampaging college students wearing turtle costumes as part of our initiation?”
“You can’t pass for a college student.”
“Sure I can!”
“No, you’re too short.”
“I’ll stand on my tippy toes.”
“I think we could just stick to Comicon.”
“There isn’t even a Comicon all the way out here. No one’s gonna believe that.”
“I think we should pretend to be Bigfoot,” said Donnie, glancing behind him. “Think of it! We waltz in, take the eatery hostage, and demand—”
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It came back slow.
Mikey’s whole body ached. Agony did clumsy somersaults throughout his body, his fingers tingled, and his toes twitched. He fumbled through a mental inventory of sensations that backhanded through his body in visceral heights, balancing on the edge of a skyscraper with the unspoken threat to throw him off. His breath clogged up in his too-tight throat. Panic raked one-by-one up his spinal column with a source he couldn’t place.
Minute flecks of light danced in the darkness of his vision. Mikey clawed at the black. His hands sank into something coarse and held tight to try to stop the world from heaving sideways. Fat red blotches smeared around him and he blinked to clear it, and he was looking…he was looking at the back of a car seat in front of him, his hands sinking deep into the fabric. The ceiling seemed far too close and a sudden, claustrophobic alarm finally let him go, and he was tumbling down the side of the skyscraper, and it took all his willpower to wake up before the pavement got too close.
He was upside down.
Mikey set his arms up—down?—to touch the ceiling.
He was upside down. In a car.
They were…they’d been on the road, hadn’t they? They’d been talking about pancakes.
He was upside down. Mikey felt his heartbeat all the way up to his head where blood pooled in his skull.
Mikey braced against the ceiling and fumbled for his seatbelt pinning him to the seat. He was a mounted butterfly trying to escape the curiosity of a morbid taxidermist, and it shouldn’t have taken as much effort as it did to release the seatbelt. His body fell with a thunk.
Adrenaline punched in, dulling the ache in his body, and he army-crawled over broken glass. Mikey shoved himself through the narrow opening of the shattered window. Out in the open, he realized they were in a copse of trees at the foot of a steep embankment. The SUV was turned over, a discarded child’s toy played with too rough.
They’d been on the road, hadn’t they? He was…they’d been driving. They’d been on the road. Memories fizzed together, hissing in his ear. World famous pancakes. They’d argued about a pit stop.
They.
Mikey swung around. Images of who sat where and when seared in front of his eyes. Donnie was driving. Leo in the front passenger seat. Mikey behind him. Raph beside Mikey. Around him presently was a mangled wreck not unlike the trash heaps he saw at the junkyard. The stringent stench of gas burnt his nostrils. Something liquid was trickling on the ground yet he couldn’t see where it came from or tell what it was.
Raph. Leo. Donnie. Raph. Leo. Donnie. Raph. Leo. Donnie. Their names repeated in his head like machine gun fire. The four of them, always together, always grouped together, dressed alike, watched the same shows, endured the same lectures from Splinter. In the car, together, like always, all four.
Mikey wasn’t even conscious of scrambling back to the car. “Guys?! Guys!”
He crouched by the front passenger window, terrified of looking, more terrified of turning away. When he peered inside, Leo’s wide, white eyes blinked back at him. His body spread out on the roof of the car.
“Leo!” Mikey exclaimed. “Leo, are you okay?”
Leo flashed a disarming, high voltage smile “Oh, would you look at that. I’ve been impaled.”
Mikey’s heart launched itself into his throat. There was blood spilling onto the ground.
The brothers never went far without their weapons. It was instinct. They were naked without them. Unfortunately, they’d never accounted for securing weapons in case of a car accident, and one of Leo’s katanas was wedged diagonally through his hip.
“Okay,” Mikey said. “Fuck. Leo, don’t try to pull it out.”
“Wasn’t gonna.”
“Leo, what should I do?! Leo?!”
Leo’s gaze went cross-eyed and tipsy-turvy. Okay. Concussion, maybe, and Mikey didn’t think have time to wait for Leo to pull himself together. Still pictures of cars exploding after accidents popped off in his mind, fireworks setting off one after another. He wasn’t so senseless with panic that he ripped the katana right out of his brother, but he felt close to it when he wedged himself halfway into the car to surve the damage. The hilt was caught somewhere in crushed-in dashboard. If he could just…
The moment he touched the katana, Leo cried out, eyes flaring.
“I’m awake!” Leo cried out.
“Leo, whatever you do, don’t move,” said Mikey. “And…sorry if this hurts.”
“Hm…incredible, horrible pain…Must be a Tuesday…”
Leo’s head flopped sideways, chest stuttering up and down. Mikey’s panic pressed hard against his eyes, threatening to pop them right out of their sockets. He tugged at the immovable metal keeping the katana’s hilt in place. Shit, if it had gone straight through Leo, he was pinned to the roof, too.
Mikey did a double take when he saw a body hanging from the driver’s side and realized it was Donnie, his gangly limbs jutting out like he was a tree struck dead by lightning. His face was slack, his eyes shut.
“Is that Donnie?” Leo asked. He sounded a little more alert.
“Yeah.”
“Is he okay?”
Mikey had to crawl on top of Leo to fumble for a pulse, but Leo didn’t complain. He seized Donnie’s limp wrist and found the pulse thready and weak.
“He’s alive,” said Mikey.
“What…What happened?”
“The car. It fucking crashed!”
“Were we in it?”
“Yup, we sure were. How do I get you out? I didn’t pay attention during any of the first aid stuff!”
“Don’t move me. Call for help.”
“Leo, we can’t call 9-1-1.”
“Oh. Oh, right. Mutant turtle thingys.”
“I think I need to get you guys out of here.”
“Don’t move any of us, you could make it worse…”
“I smell gas.”
Leo’s eyes sprung open. “Shit-fucking-shit! Alright. Well…if we can just move…move this…I can—”
Leo shifted a little. Then, a sudden, brief scream amped up through his body, skin blanching out to a light green hue.
“What is it?!” Mikey screamed too.
“So…funny story…Remember when Donnie said I could go ahead and break my legs?”
“Please tell me your legs aren’t broken.”
“Yeah, I think I lost the bet, too. So much for Rock Band.”
Shit. “Leo, where’s your other katana?”
“…What?”
“Your other katana. Where did it go?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. I can feel it, I don’t think it’s far.”
“Alright, I need you to teleport out of here.”
“Out of where?”
“Out of the car, bro. I think it’s the only way we can get you out.”
Leo’s teleportation was such a second nature to him that Mikey just saw his fingers splaying and knew it was imminent. Suddenly they were in the grass and Leo unleashed an unfettered scream that howled into the night.
Mikey scrambled off of him. Leo’s hand darted forward, and there was nothing in his eyes but raw instinct when his hands closed around the katana’s blade. Blood erupted from between his fingers. Mikey hovered in panic, divided between holding, waiting, and screaming himself, and all he could do was pry Leo’s fingers off the blade and hold him down tight until finally, blessedly, the scream faded into desperate breaths that jittered uneven through Leo’s whole body.
Mikey unwound the wrappings from his arm and packed them tight around the katana. On closer inspection, Leo had narrowly avoided being impaled, though that didn’t make the wound any less grizzly. The katana had sliced a few good inches into Leo’s hip and fell to the side the moment they were free of the car. Mikey shoved bandages onto the wound. Leo thrashed uncontrolled. With the hysteria Mikey felt came a simultaneous focus he wasn’t familiar with, and with it a nausea that made him want to fold into the earth.
Mikey didn’t realize he was whispering reassurances until Leo’s scream faded. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, it’s just a cut. Everything’s alright, you’re out of the car.” It repeated, over and over, and he couldn’t seem to get himself to stay quiet.
Mikey pressed tight on the slice on Leo’s hip, trying not to think about how much blood his wrappings were absorbing. After a few minutes, Leo got a funny look on his face and, with what seemed to take a lot of effort, he refocused.
“Press…Press harder,” said Leo. He adjusted Mikey’s positioning a little. “Right here.”
He did so. Leo’s whole body tensed up tight like he was preparing to dash for the last slice of pizza, but he didn’t let up even when Leo groaned.
Mikey surveyed the rest of Leo’s body. His face was bruised and his legs were immobile. One was busted at the ankle, while the other was swelling up. Both were bruised black and blue, and he could only stand to look for a moment before pulling his gaze away. He didn’t see any bones sticking out, at least.
Raph and Donnie. Raph and Donnie.
Mikey pulled off more wrappings and tied them tight around Leo’s hip, securing the bloody wad in place.
“I need to get Raph and Donnie,” said Mikey. “Can you—”
“Yeah, I got it,” said Leo. “Go.”
“Do not remove pressure from that.”
“Wasn’t planning to. I like my blood in my body.”
They were about halfway up the embankment where Leo’s second katana was lodge in the grass, thrown clean from the wreck. The moment Mikey twisted his body to sprint back, an unexpected pain wrenched through his upper chest, a pain that made his vision go spotty and his lungs contract hard on themselves.
“Mikey?” Leo said behind him.
Mikey ignored him. Ignored the pain. Ignored everything. He rushed back to the front of the car to find Donnie exactly where they’d left him, still and pale.
“Donnie!” Mikey jostled his brother’s shoulder. “Wake up!”
Nothing. The steering column jammed up against Donnie’s chest. The torn remains of the airbag was the only thing that protected him, and it hung loose like everything else. Pain jolted back into Mikey’s body when he tried to shove against the crunched up steering wheel and he knew he couldn’t do it alone.
Mikey’s stomach dropped hard when he peered into the backseat and it was empty.
“Leo!” he shouted. “Raph’s not in the car!”
“What?!” Leo called back. “What do you mean he’s not in the car?”
“He’s not here!”
He hated the strangled keening noise his voice made. When he crawled out of the SUV, Leo reflected his panic back to him.
“Was he wearing his seatbelt?” Leo asked.
“No. No, he—it wasn’t big enough, we couldn’t get it on.”
“Are you telling me that Raph—resident safety expert Raph—wasn’t wearing one?!”
“He’s huge, Leo! We could barely squeeze him into this thing in the first place!”
Fear made his vision flutter—or was that something else?—and it was only thanks to the full moon that Mikey saw the flattened path the SUV had taken down the embankment. A trail of debris and mud ripped up the ground. The breaths Mikey took were difficult, felt thick in his chest like drowning in dirty water. Raph was big. He couldn’t be far.
Mikey wanted to scream when he saw Raph’s arm sticking out from under the car. Two things stopped him. First, the intense pain plunging into his chest when he gulped down a breath to yell. Second, the intense focus from earlier. He thought about Donnie lying limp in the driver’s seat, then down at the arm under his car, worry ripping him in two directions at once. Mikey went for what was right in front of him. He dove for the arm, and hoped that the rest of Raph was attached to it.
Mikey’s fingers only had to brush the knuckles for the hand to twitch.
“Raph!”
Bare-handed, Mikey clawed at the ground. Recent rainfall made it malleable and the earth crumbled into mud in his naked hands. He was holding his breath. It was the only way he could convince his body to move, because breathing and moving at the same time ached too much, and his dread was such that it muffled all noise around him. Mikey bent down and found Raph pinned under the SUV, face-first in the mud, head turned to his side. He’d crawled right overtop his brother to get out of the car and hadn’t noticed.
Raph’s facial muscles twitched. He was coated in head to toe in mud so deeply coloured it almost looked black.
“…Mikey,” Raph said. His voice was faint.
“Are you hurt?” Mikey asked.
“What happened…”
“Car crash. Can you push yourself out?”
Mikey seized Raph’s hand and tugged. Raph’s startled cry made him drop it fast. White-hot agony rippled through Mikey’s upper body, piercing his bones.
It hit him. Something was broken.
Shit.
“Mikey, c’mere a sec,” Leo called him.
It was Leo’s command voice, the one that Mikey could not refuse. He staggered to Leo, who took one critical look at him and prodded all the way up his arm until he got to a point that made Mikey flinch and crawl out of his skin.
“Does this hurt?” Leo asked.
Mikey cried out when Leo brushed his collarbone.
“Your collarbone’s broken. I…I think.”
“I need to get Raph and Donnie out.”
“Mikey, I love and appreciate your Superman tendencies, but you gotta let me wrap this up. Depending on how it’s broken, it could be bad.”
“Gotta get them out.” Mikey fumbled for his phone. The screen was shattered. He reached for Leo’s instead and was relieved to see it light up when he pounded at the home button. “You call for help.”
“Mikey, I don’t want you—”
“I smell gas everywhere. I’m not leaving Raph and Donnie anywhere near that car.”
Mikey mimicked Leo’s command tone as best he could and the results scared him when he saw Leo balk under the tone. He would do this. He didn’t know how, but he would.
He returned to Raph and pushed desperately at the SUV. There was a small tendril of smoke rising out of the rear, yet no flames. Not yet. Something else felt wrong, something other than Raph getting crushed under the car and Donnie being unconscious in the driver’s seat. Sweat beaded on Mikey’s arms as he shoved against the metal wreck.
“Mikey, you can’t lift a car with your bare hands,” Raph said hazily. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Then use your mystic mojo and get bigger.”
Raph’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Raph, don’t pass out!”
Too late. Raph was gone, faded into unconsciousness.
Mikey’s senses lashed out. He perceived things he knew shouldn’t be able to: the molecules in the air, the energy of the surrounding forest, the electric taste of ninpō on his tongue. Orange tendrils erupted from his hands. One coiled around the body of the car and fastened around a tree trunk, the other around Raph’s upper body. Adrenaline made one hell of a painkiller, but he screamed in agony anyway when he gave the chains a tug and the car lifted.
Fuck, was it heavy. His arm was going to be ripped out of the joint. Leo said something incoherent, something that didn’t get past the pain-pain-pain screwing tight through his limbs. The impossible weight shoved his heart into his head. Then, Raph inched out from underneath the car. His eyelids shuddered. He opened them. On instinct, and barely awake, Raph’s heels dug against the ground and he helped him push out. Urgency overpowered the painful creak of Mikey’s collarbone, which he felt stressing and cracking in the confines of his body.
The moment Raph was clear, the car crashed down with a heave. Mikey made it two steps before he felt like he wasn’t on the ground anymore and he fell.
Leo called his name and didn’t stop. It filled the background as Mikey writhed and fought against the agony, lost and senseless in his mind. Reality was ripping away from him, only flickering back when Raph touched his hand.
“Thanks,” Raph murmured.
Raph was okay. Raph was out.
It was enough.
Almost.
Mikey struggled for air, and he couldn’t hide it, only able to take increasingly shallow breaths.
“Let’s…Let’s get you…um…over here,” said Mikey. “Lean on me.”
“Mikey—”
“Not taking no for an answer. Lean on me.”
“You want me to lean on you?”
“…Try not to lean too hard?”
Raph laughed a laugh which Mikey interpreted as agreement.
It took several tries before they found a comfortable way to move Raph. Well, comfortable enough. Leo was only a few yards uphill, but it may as well have been the summit of the Empire State building and all the elevators were out of surface. Raph didn’t complain, however his legs trembled underneath his massive body, and he had to support one arm on Mikey, and the other on the ground in a weird gorilla-walk to even move an inch.
“Take it slow,” Mikey urged him.
“Where’s…” Raph grunted. “Where’s Donnie…”
“He’s still in the car. I’ll get him out.”
“I…I should…”
“You need to move out of the way.”
“When’d you get so bossy? Is this a new doctor?”
“More like a rebranded version of Doctor Delicate Touch.”
“Man, everyone knows the spin-offs aren’t as good as the original.”
It took far too long to get to Leo’s side. The moment they were close enough, Raph collapsed and crawled the rest of the way.
“I lost the signal, but I got a hold of Dad,” Leo reported. “He said he’s gonna send Todd out to look for us and drive up in the Turtle Tank.”
“Better than nothing, I guess,” Raph murmured.
The moment Raph was safe, Mikey rushed back to the car. Two brothers down, one to go.
Ninpō flowed through him with natural ease—a life-giving energy that surged into his veins, and it followed him when he inched back inside the car. Donnie was still unconscious. Splinter had taught Mikey breathing techniques to use in meditation, but his breathing was short, reality was loosening its hold on him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he faded. Free Donnie. All he had to do was free Donnie and he could let go.
Mikey raised his hand, and a liquid, orange energy enveloped the steering column. It was so easy that Mikey wondered why he’d never done something like this before, feeling no different from reaching out with his hand to push it aside. The metal creaked aside and finally, finally, Donnie was at an angle where Mikey could reach up and pull him free from the seatbelt. He used his own body to cushion Donnie’s short fall to the ground.
“It’s okay, Donnie, Mikey’s got you,” Mikey said soothingly.
He did his best to be gentle. However, gentleness was secondary to the smouldering smell from nearby, and he used the last vestiges of adrenaline to pull Donnie out.
When they hit the night air, Mikey was shaking all over, and terrifyingly Donnie was so still that he had to check for a pulse a second time. Still there. Still weak. Mikey yanked and hauled Donnie into his arms, ignoring the sharp, bone-crunching pain that speared through his upper body. What Donnie lacked in sheer weight he made up for in long limbs, and his hands and feet dragged against the ground as Mikey carried him back up the embankment.
Mikey collapsed next to his brothers the moment he set Donnie down on the grass, cradling his head. Out of the car, the thick blood saturating his mask was obvious. Leo checked Donnie over, face knitted together in concern, then dragged Mikey close.
“I’m wrapping your arm now,” Leo told him. “Does your neck hurt?”
Mikey was too breathless to answer with anything but a nod.
“It’s whiplash. Gives a good punch to the senses and you’ll hurt a lot tomorrow, but you should be fine. Just hold still.”
Leo wrapped Mikey’s arm tight around his body, and it felt a lot better once secured in place—less grating, less distracting. Once it was wrapped, he helped Leo do the best they could to tend to Raph and Donnie. It mostly involved keeping Raph still and calm, while Donnie didn’t need to be told at all as he lay unresponsive among them.
“We crashed?” Raph said.
“Kudos to Raph for pointing out the obvious,” said Leo.
“…Why? I thought Donnie was a good driver…”
“It’s not his fault. Another car crossed the centre line.”
“I didn’t see another car,” said Mikey.
“Yeah, I only saw it for a moment, and I think it drove off afterwards.”
“Dude! We got hit-and-runned like in the Simpsons?!”
“Yeah, and we were the NPCs.”
Mikey stared down the length of the highway, searching for a familiar set of headlights. He knew when help arrived when he saw an RV round the next bend, and propped on top of it were a set of alternating red-and-blue lights which were not street legal.
Even though he was light-headed, Mikey didn’t think he was so light-headed that he was imagining it when Todd hopped out of the RV decked out in full nurse’s gear.
“Have no fear, Paramedic Todd is here!” Todd announced. “Everything’s gonna be hunky-dory. I brought My Little Pony band-aids and a whole lot of love to snuggle the hurt right out of you.”
“I’ll take all the snuggles I can get,” Mikey said thickly.
“Nevermind, I want to go back in the car now,” said Leo.
Mikey laughed. In fact, he laughed so hard that he passed out on the spot.
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Mikey woke up to a blinding white light shining directly in his eyes.
“Morning, sleepyhead!”
Mikey squinted. Todd enveloped all of his vision and there was something over his mouth that he blindly slapped at.
“Ah, ah, ah—keep that on,” said Todd. “That’s life-giving oxygen you got there, the good stuff. Take deep breaths, little guy.”
He took Todd’s advice and the breaths came much easier than they had before, though his shoulder and arm throbbed. It took him a moment to realize that he was lying in Todd’s stupid RV, which had somehow been converted to a full-on trauma centre. There were four cots lined up on either side. Mikey kept the mask on, however sat up a little too quickly to let his legs dangle over the side of the bed.
Leo gave him a wave from one bed, and Raph was sitting in the aisle separating Mikey from Donnie, holding Donnie’s hand. Despite being bruised and muddy, he’d never seen Raph’s smile reach so wide.
“Are we all alive?” Mikey asked.
“Well, sure you are!” said Todd. “You took good care of your brothers. I’d offer lemonade but the most I can offer is some good ol’ fashioned intravenous fluids. You know, if you boys wanted to stay an extra few days, all you had to do was ask. Stay put now!”
Todd hummed on his way out of the RV, chipper as ever.
“How long have I been out?” Mikey asked.
“Few hours,” said Raph. “We’re back at Todd’s rescue.”
“You missed all the calls from Dad,” said Leo. “He’s called like five times already.”
“And he’s probably breaking a bunch of traffic laws while at it.”
“I told him to get some world famous pancakes on the drive up. He better deliver.”
“Is Donnie okay?” Mikey asked.
“Sure he is,” said Raph. He nudged Donnie a little. “Donnie, Mikey’s asking about you. Show him you’re alive.”
Donnie was still a moment. Then, his head turned slightly and one eye cracked open, bleary and delirious.
“Don’t want more s’mores…” Donnie slurred.
“No one’s gonna make any more s’mores for now, Dee,” said Raph. “Todd says he’s got a skull fracture and a broken wrist.”
“Will he be okay?”
“Of course he will. Donnie’s huge brain definitely gave it extra padding.”
“What about you?”
“Oh, well…cracked a few ribs, and I’m bruised basically everywhere…But my shell absorbed most of the damage.” Raph indicated an IV running into his arm. “Todd’s got me covered. Basically I feel like a car landed on me.”
“That’s exactly what happened to you.”
“And the feelings are lining up with the expectations. It all works out.”
Mikey’s gaze travelled to Leo next.
“He’s gotta set my legs, which is gonna suck big time,” said Leo. “He’s gonna wait until Dad gets here before doing that. On the bright side, I’m thinking of getting a litter for you guys to carry me around on for a few weeks.”
Of course he was cracking jokes. Mikey didn’t know what to say, so he just sat there in shock, then went to stand.
“No, no, don’t get up,” said Raph. He gently set Mikey back onto the bed, putting him into a lying position. “You need to take it easy. Todd says you broke at least a few ribs and your lung might’ve collapsed.”
“What?” Mikey said.
“Yeah, when you broke your collarbone, you were doing all that stuff with your hands and getting us out and, and it kind of…” Raph mimed a jabbing sensation. “Basically, you’re lucky to be alive.”
“You pulled a lot of mystic stuff back there,” said Leo. “We’re proud of you, but also worried.”
“Science is better,” Donnie mumbled incoherently.
“Donnie, you use mystic stuff now,” said Raph.
“…Science…”
“Whatever you say, Dee.”
“But seriously—are you okay, Mikey?” Leo asked.
Mikey answered by pulling Raph into a gentle, non-bone-hurting hug, unable to shake the image of the smouldering car and his brothers lying prone on the grass. They were okay and alive and solid in front of him. His body felt shaky all over. He felt hollow, like the panic and adrenaline of the moment had carved out a massive hole in his insides.
The discomfort binding his lungs fluttered in and out. The oxygen masked helped, pushing life back into him. His brothers had the same effect.
“You held it together back there,” said Raph. He tightened his grip. Just a little. “But if this ever happens again, promise Raph you’ll take better care of yourself. You got lucky his time.”
“I’m not sorry,” said Mikey. “I had to get everyone out of the car and I was the only one on my feet.”
“Yeah, and you were very nearly the one who almost died. Todd says…he says it could’ve been really bad. Like, real, real bad.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“Yeah, I know. Won’t lie, that kinda scares the heck out of me.”
“I’m not out to get myself hurt, I just did what I had to do to make sure you guys didn’t get dead. Looking out for each other goes both ways.”
Leo and Raph didn’t have a rebuttal to that. He couldn’t reach Leo to join the hug from across the aisle, so Mikey made a mental note to give him a big squeeze later when he’d been dosed up with enough pain medication. The hollow space in his chest filled in a little.
Of course, all of that was interrupted when there was a loud, snotty sniff, and Mikey realized that somehow, someway, Todd had ended up in the middle of his and Raph’s hug.
“This is so heartwarming!” Todd sobbed. “You boys are an example to Todd Scouts everywhere! Bring it in!”
Raph and Mikey screamed when Todd pulled them in for a very-bone-crunching hug.
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