Michelangelo walked over towards his brother and asked again. "Donnie? Do I need crutches?" Donnie snapped out of his trance and looked at his younger brother. "You seem so good that you don't need them. But I don't want to rush you." "I don't think I need them." He said confidently. Once he thought that the conversation had come to a clear decision, he walked back to the wheelchair and pushed it to and in Don's lab.

Once the wheelchair was away, Mikey went up to his room and started to make a plan. Every night, during patrol, he would ask for job to do by himself. While he is doing that job, he will find a way to practice jogging. And once he gets better and better, he can start running.

Mikey looked at his alarm, 6:30pm. 30 minutes and they'd be heading out. So Mikey went downstairs and met his brothers in the kitchen. "So are we going out?" He asked casually. All three of his brothers stopped talking and looked at him questionably. "Mikey, you never want to go out on patrol. Especially 30 minutes early." Leo said. "I know. But I just feel so ready and I haven't been out in so long." Mikey replied. "Well, never hurts to go early." Raph admitted. "Then let's go." Don said. Mikey smiles and turned towards the door. With his confused brothers left behind.

Outside on patrol, Mikey asked Leo if he could do anything. So Leo gave Mikey a job. And that was to stand on a rooftop near TCRI and watch to make sure no Kraang droids were doing anything bad. Mikey excepted this offer and made his way to TCRI. He got there and practiced jogging on the spot 5 minutes straight and 2 minutes rest. He kept doing that for about 40 minutes before he saw 3 kraang driods coming of TCRI with boxes.

"Nope!" Mikey yelled as he jumped down. "Kraang, it is the ones who got blasted by the so called blaster." One droid said. "Get the so called turtle!" The Kraang started firing their blasters and Mikey dodged every single one of them. Doing flips and tricks in the air. He took down all the droids effortlessly. Once they were all dead he turned around to make sure his brothers weren't there. He soon found he was alone. So in that moment, he bent over and held his stomach and chest. Breathing heavily and cringing as he slowly made his way back to his brothers. "Didn't know that would happen. Why didn't it hurt during the battle? Why only after?" He thought to himself as he walked.

He found his brothers standing on a rooftop waiting for them. Even with him hiding his pain with a smile and good posture, his brothers still sprinted up to him with worried expressions on their faces. "Are you okay?!" "Did they hurt you?" Saying things like that. "Bros, I'm fine!" Mikey said loudly. Both Raph and Leo seemed cool but Donnie was still on edge. "Mikey? Are you sure?" Mikey's small smile faded. "No. My chest and stomach hurt a little. But otherwise I'm fine." Donnie nodded happily since he could get an honest answer out of his baby brother.

At The Lair

Mikey and Don were in the lab. Don was doing some tests on Mikey to make sure he was healing properly. He was. Good. His whole family was happy to hear that Mikey had been feeling better. And over time he would get better every day.

So, it has been a long time since the last update and I'm sorry.

Go ahead, slap me in the face...

*SLAP*

Ow......anyway, one more week of school!!!! I live in Australia.

But tell me, what time of the year are you in? I wanna know!

PEACE OUT AND BUE BYE XX