Guardian Angel

Part 2

~An Angel in my bedroom~

Raphael moaned. The searing pain in his head was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It felt like there were dozens of tiny men inside his head drilling holes through his cranium. His eyes burned with sensitivity; he could barely keep them open. His world spun dizzyingly and he felt like he was going to be sick.

He shut his eyes against the sudden brightness of his room, a wave of nausea rolling through his stomach. Raphael was no stranger to headaches. He actually got them rather frequently, the main cause of them being from an annoying Michelangelo. He had had migraines before as well, only a couple and none as bad as the one that gripped his skull like a vice.

The sound of his alarm going off sent pain radiating through Raphael's skull. It was so loud, and it wouldn't stop. Raphael reached out and knocked his alarm to the ground with a crash, which silenced it pretty quickly. A small part of Raphael's mind knew that he had to get up to train with his brothers, but the thought of exercise, let alone getting out of bed, made Raphael physically sick.

He couldn't stand the pain much more. He was sure that his head was about to burst from pressure. He couldn't open his eyes now, couldn't move and couldn't speak. He wanted to curl up in a ball and make the pain go away. He wanted to be comforted like he was when he was a child. He didn't want to be alone with this pain.

There was a sudden coolness washing across Raphael's forehead. It instantly made the pain in his head lessen. A warm, familiar hand rested on Raphael's shoulder, comforting and reassuring. It was then that Raphael realized that the coolness was coming from a wet cloth that had been placed across his forehead.

Opening his eyes as much as he could, Raphael could just make out the blurred shape of someone leaning over him. A soft, gentle voice murmured something to him, though Raphael couldn't focus enough to actually hear what they were.

The blurred shape moved until it was sitting down next to him, pulling Raphael into a warm embrace.

Raphael briefly wondered if he was delusional, and if he should be mad that there was an angel in his bedroom. But he decided against it as the pain in his head continued to lessen.

He didn't really mind if there was an angel in his bedroom any more.

A/n: I decided to continue this into a short series of four drabbles, one for each of the turtles. I hope you guys enjoyed this short little tale. Oh, and if anyone wants to know, the 'angel' is Leonardo :)

Feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading,

~Cat