Donnie, Mikey, Raph and Leo were in the dojo. "Now Mikey," Donatello started to speak. "You've gotten extremely weak. So you need to work out most parts of your body. Arms, legs, neck, back...Stomach." Mikey looked down towards the front of his body and saw the scar placed on his chest and stomach. He sighed. "Sooner we practice. Sooner I get better." He smiled. It's good to know he still has his joy inside. They all thought as they watched Mikey. He looked at Donnie and asked, "Whats the first exercise?" 

Don smiled and showed him the move. He knew Mikey wouldn't be able to do it standing up, so he sat down and showed him. Leg lifts. Michelangelo copied his older brother. It seemed easy, but it wasn't. He instantly put his leg down  and started breathing heavily. His brothers rushed to his side. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He repeated. "Lets try it again." His brothers looked at each other and frowned. They walked away slowly. Knowing Mikey was trying to push himself. Michelangelo tried it again. He did it better this time. But he still could only do a small amount before he got puffed out. 

After about 20 minutes of practicing the same thing over and over again on both legs. Leo suggested that we continue practicing a little later. But Mikey wasn't listening. He kept going. "Mikey, come on. You need to rest." Raph said firmly. He didn't listen. "Mikey, stop this." Leo said. He didn't listen. Donnie walked over to his little brother, put his hands on his knees and stared into his baby blue eyes. Raph and Leo sat next to donnie on either side. "Mikey...You need to stop this. Your not going to get better in just one day. It will take some time." Donnie said. Mikey had sweat dripping down his face.

"Guys, I'm okay. I just need to try harder." His brothers yelled stop and Mikey broke down. His eyes were full of tears. "Guys! Guys! I'm trying, okay?! I want to get better! I need to get better! I'm trying! I'm trying." Mikey stopped talking and started to cry in his brothers arms. 

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After practice and a long day. Mikey was exhausted and he was sent to bed. He asked if he could stay up but his family denied. He nodded and went to bed and fell straight to sleep. 

Yes, its small but I got it up.

I'm a little confused. How is it, whenever I'm writing my story, I have an injury or sickness? Hahaha

Last time my kneecap was out of place, and now I have a bad skin condition...

Well, I guess that life!

BUE BYE AND PEACE OUT XX