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Second Fic.

Unwilling and, Unable

Protesters, on the outside buildings of Manhattan. What were they protesting? Who knows. It might be anything, minimum wage, rights, etc. But they were protesting, and the people of NYC were doing it violently.
They ran over eachother, shouting words that'd fade over the shouting and yelling of others, thousands of people, hurting eachother, and this was not easy to watch, so rowdy, so angry.

"Can we do anything, Leo?" Mikey asked, his face going pale from watching the constant horror below on the streets. Police had even gotten into it, mindlessly beating innocent people.
Leo had lowered his face, his gaze at his feet instead of the thousands below. "N-no, we can't," he whispered. "I hate being so friggin' helpless!" Raph shouted, wanting the statement not to be answered.
"We have to do something," Don said, no longer leaning on the post of the building.

"I feel the same way bro, it's just that, we can't. And what would we do if we got down there? There are too many of them, these people are innocent. We can't hurt them, nor can we make them go back to their homes," Leo says.
Raph sighed. They couldn't do anything. They could do something, but they'd be on national television, and the people were too busy trampling over eachother and... so helpless.

After hours of watching, the turtles had decided to return home. It was halfway impossible to make it to the manhole unseen, but somehow, they managed it. The sewers were more peaceful, the sound of dripping water and the shallow current moving slowly.
But when you reached a near manhole, the cries and shouts of the people were loudly heard, but ignored, as helpless as the turtles were.
The lair was quiet; the news reporting nothing but the violence of the protests of the people of Manhattan. What did they stand for? Anti-War, was the best guess of the news reporters.

The three turtles and their rat father sat on the couch, watching the television reports. Leo had retired to the dojo, unable to bear watching such a thing. A vibration rocked the table, as Don, who was closest, picked it up and answered.

"Hello?" A silent mumble came onto the phone. "Alright April, arrive safe please, wait is Casey coming with his sister?" It took a moment for Don to say anything else. "Alright, come safely Ape."
"What was that about?" Raph asked. Don took a deep breath.

"April said people were breaking into her shop. She said both her windows were broken, and in this hot weather, she can't even sleep. She, Case, and Nic are coming over in a few minutes."
"We should help them come safely," Splinter mentioned. "April said she was already three-quaters of the way here," Don answered.

Raph had silently stalked toward the dojo, his punching bag waiting for him, as he suddenly used the punching bag as his only therapy. Donatello could never understand his brother. If they were humans, he would've got Raphael a real therapist. But they weren't.
Leonardo had always been practicing until he was sore, then getting six hours of rest before starting again. Raphael and Leonardo had practiced on opposite side of the dojo; never risking about to have a fight.
And they would fight. Especially about the protests.

Michelangelo had yawned, glancing at the clock. "I'm gonna hit the sack Don, Sensei. Night," he mumbled.
"Goodnight my son." Donatello had streched, a few bones crackling in the process. "I am as well, sensei. Goodnight." Splinter nodded as his two youngest had skipped their staircase, jumping onto the ledge and disappearing into their rooms.

Leonardo and Raphael had come out of the dojo. "What time is it?" Raphael asked. "About three am, my son. Maybe you two should join your brothers in rest." "No sensei, i'll stay up to be here with April, Casey, and Nic," Leo says.
"Alright my son. I will stay up with you, Raphael, bed." Raph nodded. "I'd argue but I am tired. 'Ight sensei." "Goodnight, my son."

Just then, the lair doors opened, and peering in, was April. "Hey guys," she said as she walks in with Casey, holding up a very tired Nicole. "She fell asleep," he whispered. Casey settled his little sister onto the shortest couch, Nicole was not very tall to start with anyway.
"Will you be alright sleeping in here?" Splinter asked. "No, we'll be fine."
"Alright, goodnight, Mrs. O'Neill and Mr. Jones." With that said, the old rat had walked into his room. "Will you guys be alright? Any extra blankets or something?" Leo whispered. April shook her head. "We're fine Leo. We brought everything, we'll be fine."
Leonardo nodded.

Leo had peered into his room. He paused as he sat on his futon bed, in his lotus postion. He blew out his candlelight, that his younger brother Raphael would always pick on him about, telling him that unfortunate for Leo, the eighteenth century was a few hundred years ago and that he missed the deadline. Leo had coughed a bit, spit forming in his mouth. He swallowed hard, before feeling another cough, gently silencing it, and falling into his futon.

It was late morning, ten o'clock. Everyone had woken that morning, Mikey already on his Wii, cursing at it when he'd screw up.
"Mikey, if you break that Wii again then i'm not going to fix it," Don warned. "Chillax, bro, i'm not gon-" just then, Don put his palm on his face. Mikey accidentally flung his remote at the television.
"Shell-for-brains," Raph says. "Opps," Mikey says.
"Too bad i'm not fixing it," Don says with a laugh. "Where is Leonardo?" Splinter asks. "Leo is probably fine, he wakes up earlier than any of us. Maybe he needed a day to sleep in," Don answered.

Just in the end of Don's sentence, April, Casey, and Nicole had packed up from their overnight stay. It had said on the news the protesters cut down a bit. "Thanks guys," Nicole says.
"I'm sure we'll be safer tonight. I have an idea; Casey, for once you buy me a decent working alarm system," April mentioned. "Fine, we'll stop at the goods store or somethin'."
"No, not the goods store. We'll stop at Lowes or Home Depot or something!" April snapped. "Uh, can we go now?" Nicole mentions. April nodds as she exits the lair, followed by Casey. "Wish me luck," Nicole whispers before following them out.

Leo had woken up an hour later. His face was sweaty, his body damp. He felt a stiffness in his arms and legs, and a small pain on his plastron. He put his hand on his forehead as he felt a full-force cough leave his mouth. His forehead felt unusually warm; not warm, hot.
He prayed he wasn't sick. He can't be, last time he was sick was when he was but a toddler, and he only rested for about ten minutes until getting up and running around with his brothers again.

"Leo?" Raph asked as he opened his eldest brothers door. "Go Raph," Leo said, his voice scratchy and irratated.

"You alright bro? Ya don't sound so well," Raph said, peering over Leo's covers. "I-I feel fine, Raph."

"Your not Leo, your pale. Don should-"

"No!" Leo yelled, trying to ignore his sickness. "Leo, c'mon, everyone gets sick. Donnie! Come here!" He yelled, Leo's door wide open.

"What is it Raph?" Don asks as he comes in. "Leo don' look so well. Maybe ya should check him over or somethin'." Don had looked over Leo, feeling his forehead. "He might have a fever," Don whispered to himself.

Leo thought everyone had sounded so loud in his ears, he felt like they were screaming in his ear. He had a burning sensation in his throat, a couch had come up as Leonardo tried to sit up. "Leo, lay down, please." Leonardo ignored his brothers words and countinued to stand, until his coughing worsened, and then silencing as he laid down under Donatello's and Raphael's grip.
"Leo, please don't be stubborn about this, just get some rest," Don pleaded. Leo's coughing had stopped, but he breathed heavily.

"You might have walking pneumonia," Don says. "Leo, do you have a tightness in your chest, chest pain?"

"A little," Leo admitted, his breaths overwhelming him a bit. Don had reached his hand over to Leo's pulse, which had been increased.

"Headache..." Leo mumbled. "What's wrong with him Donnie?" Raph asked curiously. "He might have walking pneumonia, and has nothing but positive signs, and if he doesn't go untreated then he might get high blood pressure, fatigue, and a slight loss of appetite," Don said worriedly.

"Thanks for summing dat up," Raph says sarcastically. "I'll go get some antibiotics, you stay here and make sure he doesn't get up," Don orders.

"What's goin' on? Is Leo okay? Raphie!" Mikey yells as his face is at the side. "Just gotta fever," Raph mumbled, holding a slightly struggling weak Leonardo to his futon.

'Just a fever,' he thought.

OooooOoOoO. Chapter Uno! It's getting hot in here! :)