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Mikey was finished. Now all he wanted was to be held. He just wanted to be held, but he was alone and no one would ever hold him. He wasn’t worthy. No one wanted to hold him. They might if he asked. He’d never ask. Never ever ever.
He just wanted to be wrapped in a blanket, full, and held. But here he was, on the floor, hungry, and bleeding. They would never hold him after this. Not if they found out. Not if they saw him like this. He deserved this, but they didn't deserve to see him like this. It wasn’t fair. None of it. At all.
He just wanted to be held. Tears rolled down his cheeks. No sobs, he never sobbed anymore. Just tears. He picked himself off the floor, he wouldn’t let them see this. He loved them too much for that. The turtle needed a sink, and possibly disinfectant.
Pressing tissues against his wounds, he taped them down, and crept out of his room. Mikey went to the kitchen, praying no one was up this time of night. He grabbed the first aid kit kept in the top cabinet. There were two more first aid kits in the house, one in the bathroom, and the other in Donnie’s lab. He’s 90 percent the bathroom kit ran out of disinfectant.
He took off the tissues, and wiped down the wounds with disinfectant. Mikey then grabbed some neosporin and applied it to his wounds. Putting down some cotton (idk what it’s called), he wrapped gauze around it, and then the wraps he and his brothers wore on their feet for some reason.
Putting away the med kit, the turtle walked back to his room, and flopped onto his bed. He just wanted to be held. Why wouldn’t they hold him? It’s the only thing he ever wanted from them. He went to sleep crying. No sobbing. Just crying.
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Raph was having a relatively good morning. He woke up early, ate breakfast he didn't make, and now he was training. Even Leo decided not to be an ass during training so far. They just finished sparring.
Anyways Leo was having them stand in a line and say what they were feeling right now. Something splinter did when they were tots. Donnie had said tired, raph said angry even though he wasn’t, and now they were all staring at Mikey. Mikey was staring at his feet, keeping his face out of view.
“You okay Mikey?” Leo had asked after his prolonged silence. All that followed was a choked sob. Then another, and another. It was constant.They all kinda stood there unsure of what to do or what was happening.
Raph was the first to move, remembering a time he was upset, but Mikey had hugged him and told him it was okay, even though it didn't feel like it at the time. He moved forward and hugged his little brother. Mikey leaned into it and started to cry harder.
“It’s okay, you're going to be okay.” Raph whispered to Mikey. He wasn’t that good at feelings so he decided not to say anymore, but he wouldn’t let go of him until he was okay. That’s what Mikey would do.
Leo and Donnie finally started to move again. Donnie leaving to get blankets and pillows. Leo leaving to make hot cocoa. Raph stayed wrapped around Mikey as he cried.
Donnie came back with the blankets and handed one to Raph, who wrapped it around Mikey, and picked him up. Donnie had put the rest on the couch, and had turned on the tv to a cartoon. Leo returned with the hot cocoa.
They all sat on the couch, Raph still holding Mikey, who was still sobbing. They just sat there drinking hot cocoa, and watching cartoons until Mikey stopped sobbing. When he did stop he had fallen asleep, Raph still wrapped around him.
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Mikey awoke to warmth, the sound of cartoons, and the smell of hot cocoa. It was nice. They had all fallen asleep on the couch. All Mikey wanted was to be held, and here he was, being held. By the least likely person. Mikey felt okay.
He knew he wasn’t, and wouldn’t be for a long while. Hell, he’ll probably deny he was ever sad in the first place, and avoid his brothers for the next two weeks. But right now, he felt okay.
He snuggled back into his brothers and let sleep take him once more.