Happy Halloween and all that kinda stuff. I'm trying to start
writing again. So.here is my newest fic. Thanks to Machias Banshee who
helped RP this out and made it a lot easier to write. Its told from
Splinters POV. Super sappiness. Tear jerking. Heart wrenching.hopefully
Halloween-ish. Least that was the idea. Have fun
"When you die your life goes on.
It doesn't end here when you're gone.
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends, and if I'm right
Our love would even
Reach across eternity
There are more then angels
Watching over me.
I believe. Oh, I believe."
(Diamond Rio "I Believe")
I watched him tremble. He cried out in his delirium. He talked and talked; babbling incessantly to no one. He would open his eyes and look at me, but I do not think he actually saw me. He appeared to be staring through me, pleading for help that I could not give. His fever rose at an alarming rate and the only thing I had to help was the simple asprin I had managed to find. I tried keeping him cool by wiping his forehead with a washcloth. These things only did so much. I knew he was very sick. And I knew there was little I could do. I wiped his forehead gently again, fighting back tears. I feared he was dying. And I did not know what to do about it.
"Sensei?"
I looked up, hastily wiping at my eyes before turning to the sound of the voice. "Leonardo, you should not be in here." So caught up in my misery, I did not even sense his arrival.
The young boy nodded, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry Master. But, I made dinner. I thought you might be hungry."
My eyebrows raised in momentary alarm. "Dinner?" The child was only five years old. Making dinner was a task beyond his years. Especially since none of my children were allowed to touch the stove.
Leonardo looked up sheepishly holding out the small plate that was in his hand. "It's only peanut butter sandwiches. But Raph and Donnie were hungry. So I just thought----" He trailed off.
I smiled in spite of myself. I opened my mouth to refuse his offer, but seeing the hopeful look, I could not bring myself to do it. He had taken care of his brothers, leaving me to tend to the one who needed me most. "Thank you Leonardo."
He bowed his head and brought the plate to me. He glanced over at the small form lying on my bed. "Mikey's not doing good. Is he?"
I did not want to alarm him. But I did not wish to lie either. "Michaelangelo is very sick."
As if on cue, my son began coughing. I heard the rattling in his chest and I turned him to his side trying to ease the congestion. The coughing continued and I sat him up. I knew if it did not stop, I would have to take him to the bathroom and run the shower. The steam seemed to be the only thing that would ease the fits if they got too serious. But he settled down on his own and I sighed lowering him back to the bed. I turned to my oldest son who was biting his lip, trying not to cry. "Leonardo, you should go. I do not wish for you to become ill."
Leonardo nodded and backed away from the bed going for the door. "Is Mikey going to be ok Sensei?"
I was not sure how to answer that. So I did the easiest thing I could and did not. "Thank you for making your brothers dinner, My Son."
Leonardo bowed again and closed the door on his way out.
I turned my attentions back to Michaelangelo.
"When you die your life goes on.
It doesn't end here when you're gone.
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends, and if I'm right
Our love would even
Reach across eternity
There are more then angels
Watching over me.
I believe. Oh, I believe."
(Diamond Rio "I Believe")
I watched him tremble. He cried out in his delirium. He talked and talked; babbling incessantly to no one. He would open his eyes and look at me, but I do not think he actually saw me. He appeared to be staring through me, pleading for help that I could not give. His fever rose at an alarming rate and the only thing I had to help was the simple asprin I had managed to find. I tried keeping him cool by wiping his forehead with a washcloth. These things only did so much. I knew he was very sick. And I knew there was little I could do. I wiped his forehead gently again, fighting back tears. I feared he was dying. And I did not know what to do about it.
"Sensei?"
I looked up, hastily wiping at my eyes before turning to the sound of the voice. "Leonardo, you should not be in here." So caught up in my misery, I did not even sense his arrival.
The young boy nodded, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry Master. But, I made dinner. I thought you might be hungry."
My eyebrows raised in momentary alarm. "Dinner?" The child was only five years old. Making dinner was a task beyond his years. Especially since none of my children were allowed to touch the stove.
Leonardo looked up sheepishly holding out the small plate that was in his hand. "It's only peanut butter sandwiches. But Raph and Donnie were hungry. So I just thought----" He trailed off.
I smiled in spite of myself. I opened my mouth to refuse his offer, but seeing the hopeful look, I could not bring myself to do it. He had taken care of his brothers, leaving me to tend to the one who needed me most. "Thank you Leonardo."
He bowed his head and brought the plate to me. He glanced over at the small form lying on my bed. "Mikey's not doing good. Is he?"
I did not want to alarm him. But I did not wish to lie either. "Michaelangelo is very sick."
As if on cue, my son began coughing. I heard the rattling in his chest and I turned him to his side trying to ease the congestion. The coughing continued and I sat him up. I knew if it did not stop, I would have to take him to the bathroom and run the shower. The steam seemed to be the only thing that would ease the fits if they got too serious. But he settled down on his own and I sighed lowering him back to the bed. I turned to my oldest son who was biting his lip, trying not to cry. "Leonardo, you should go. I do not wish for you to become ill."
Leonardo nodded and backed away from the bed going for the door. "Is Mikey going to be ok Sensei?"
I was not sure how to answer that. So I did the easiest thing I could and did not. "Thank you for making your brothers dinner, My Son."
Leonardo bowed again and closed the door on his way out.
I turned my attentions back to Michaelangelo.