"Thanks, Raphie." A nasally Donnie said, grabbing the steaming cup off the other toddlers' hands.

"Don't mention it." Raph crossed his arms and looked at his younger brother. "I'm stuck with you until you get better." He said annoyed, and Donnie covered his mouth with his elbow to cough.

Despite being five, his cough sounded like something from a cartoon, hoarse and ugly, which Raph grimaced to. He jumped off the bed, covering his hand so Donnie's germs wouldn't get all over him.

"I'm only sick cause we share beds, and you gave me this." Donnie said in spite and took a small sip of the tea. He shook his head in disgust, he hated tea, the tea that Papa made them drink when they were ill. "I took care of you, and now you're making up for it."

If it weren't for the fact his brother was sick, Raph would of shut his giggling brother up. "Yeah, yeah, you owe me." He stuck his tongue out but approached his ill brother and feel his brother's forehead like his Papa does.

"How do you feel?"

"Gross," his brother replied, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, "and bored." He placed the cup down and raised his hands up to stretch. He emphasized his boredom with tilting his head back and groaning, "I hate this."

"Well, you shouldn't have gotten sick in the first place," Raph removed his hand from his brother's warm forehead. "You're feeling a little warm."

"It's from the tea," Donnie replied, "and you got me sick." He reminded his brother, again, making sure he was adding salt to the wound. He knew Raph never took care of him, but he owed him, and Papa was out to scavenge for food. So Raph's stuck with him, and Raph only got sick duty 'cause they shared rooms. It wasn't much of a choice to be fair, but Raph and Leo bumped heads all the time, and Mikey was too much for Raph to handle which is why he got stuck with his geeky brother. It was the best Papa could do for him, and Donnie wasn't too bad unless he stayed up reading his books.

"You don't have to keep reminding me." Raph rolled his eyes and squished the pillow behind Donnie's head. "You're gonna sleep?" Sleeping meant that Raph didn't have to watch his brother anymore 'cause then their Papa will be back to watch him. Which meant that Raph can have the T.V. and he can relax and…

"Nooo." Donnie narrowed his eyes, yanking the pillow from his head and placing it over his face. There was a muffled groan, before Raph pulled the pillow from his brother, which he looked at Raph with puppy eyes. "Raphie," he started, and pouted his bottom lip, "I wanna go out."

This caught Raph's attention, "out?" he uttered in disbelief, tossing the pillow to the other side of the bed.

"Yeah!" Donnie stretched his legs under the pile of blankets mounted on him and sat up again. "Leo and Mike are practicing their kata right now, so we can go the sewers and play before Papa comes."

"I don't know Don – "

"Come on, it means that you don't have to watch me be bored and we both can have some fun! We watched all the shows today, and it can be our little secret, especially since we're going at night!" Maybe Donnie shouldn't have said it so loud, but Raph waved his hand down gesturing his brother to be quiet. The idea sounded great! But he didn't want Papa finding out or worse finding them out of the lair, especially when his brother was sick.

"Okay fine, I'm in." Raph quickly whispered and was helping his brother out of the blankets. "We have to be quick though, we can't have anyone finding out, especially Leo." He said loud and clear, if Raph had a word for how Leo was a kiss up to Splinter, he'd be using it all the time. For now, he resorted to calling him Splinter jr, he would tattle tale everyone about his business that especially Papa shouldn't know about.

"Yeah, let's just go right now." Donnie got off the bed, his feet touching the ice-cold floor, but the toddler didn't care, he was finally leaving their stuffy room. He blew the candle out and grabbed Raph's arm and lugged him out of there.

The two toddlers tip-toed passed the dojo, before running out to the sewers. Despite the two only being five, their feet padded quietly against the floor before vanishing for the groups' eyesight.