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A Prating Fool Will Fall

Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem (2023), Tales of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2024)

4k words, Hurt Michelangelo, Mikey-whump, fainting

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Mikey was seriously so pumped to finally be going to school. It was everything he had ever dreamed of whilst stuck down in the sewers. People were treating him (mostly) normal, he had made a few friends from the improv club, and he got to sit at a desk , with a teacher at the front, handing out tests . Well actually, that last one was super lame. Donnie seemed to enjoy it well enough, but he also didn’t keep getting C’s and F’s back on his Bio quizzes.

But Mikey was a pretty optimistic guy! Because he found that even groaning about weekly quizzes, alarms going off way too early, and suffering through shitty cafeteria food were all things that he could be grateful for. They made him feel normal, like all the other teenage boys he watched on television, and had wished desperately—for as long as he remembered—to be like them.

There were still…a few issues, though. A couple kinks to straighten out (haha, kinks ).

The main one being: the bustling highschool halls were super overwhelming. Being raised in a literal hole in the ground with only his brothers and dad to keep him company, he never had the chance to get used to crowds like the ones he encounters every day now.

At first it didn’t seem like a big deal. His brothers were probably experiencing the same thing, right? So he just had to go up to them and ask. But after soft launching the idea, not trying to seem like too much of a wimp or a whiner, he was met with lukewarm responses at best. None of them seemed to relate to the feeling (definitely not anxiety) he got everytime the school bell rang and the halls filled with students—not even awkward, nerdy Donnie. That just made him feel even worse. He was Mikey after all. Michelangelo . The life of the party. Where his other brothers might shy from the spotlight—except Leo, he was a high-key attention hog—he embraced it. That's what he had thought anyways. They all tried to pry after he brought up the topic, worry creasing their faces, but he brushed them off with an ease that certainly didn’t come naturally.

The second major issue (there were actually only two issues) was the physical problems that accompanied his earlier issue.

Thus far it hadn’t turned into anything serious, just a bit of a quickening heartbeat and some slight lightheadedness. But today seemed to have it in for him. He had woken up a little late—snoozing his first two alarms was the norm, but he really relied on that third one. Once he heard the fourth one he knew he was screwed—and subsequently missed breakfast. He loved to have all the company of their new mutant friends, but not when it meant running out of food! There should totally be some sort of seniority system. No way can they cheat him out of his breakfast.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, he ate pavement falling off his skateboard on the way to school. It was more embarrassing than painful, honestly. The streets of New York City in the early morning have plenty of people to serve as witnesses to your worst moments and his brothers being overly worried only made it worse as he tried to play it off as cool as possible. They were totally yucking his yum. Not cool.

He walked away from the encounter with scraped knees and palms, a busted chin, and a bitten tongue. Worst of all, the loss to his street cred was immeasurable.

He tried to get back on his feet throughout the rest of the day, but he was thrown off balance again when he got a pop quiz in Algebra. One that he definitely was not ready for. After only two weeks going to school, he could say, with utmost confidence, that pop quizzes were Satan’s gift to man and that they should be completely banned consequently.

He stumbled through it with educated guesses and vibes only and walked to lunch afterwards knowing he was cooked.

When they first transferred in, he was excited to see that both Leo and Donnie were in his lunch block. At the time, he still wasn’t sure if he would make any friends and having someone to eat lunch with was apparently survival tip number one in highschool. Things didn’t turn out exactly how he hoped though. After only a few days of sitting together (April included), Donnie decided to branch off and sit with some boys from the robotics club. By now it had become the norm, with him occasionally spending lunch in Ms. A’s room to study or just enjoy some silence. It wasn’t much longer before Leo did the same, though he returned more frequently to eat lunch with April.

To compensate, Mikey started inviting some of his newly-acquired friends to sit with him and April. Usually this worked out fine and Mikey could ignore the slight sadness of being separated from his brothers, but every once in a while April couldn’t make it due to some project with the student newspaper. This was fine when he still had his two friends, but even they had to sometimes leave to practice for the upcoming advanced theatre performance (they were juniors and Mikey found out that freshmen weren’t allowed into advanced theatre).

All this to say, if the stars aligned just right, he might be completely alone. And of course today, walking into the cafeteria ready to complain about his woes to a willing ear, he scanned the room and found none of his usual companions. Great . Really just great .

As he stood in line to get his food, the tray being steadily filled by all the sweet food he could get his hands on—his Algebra teacher kept glaring at him during the quiz because his stomach wouldn’t stop growling. Well it wasn’t his fault, ma’am!---he scouted out the room, deciding what to do.

It was totally lame to sit alone, but maybe he could just bother one of his brothers? He didn’t want to actually annoy them though, and he knew how much they craved their independence after 15 years of being stuck together. He may have felt perfectly fine still being a little dependent (maybe even craved it a bit), but clearly his brothers were different.

In that case, he could probably go hang out in the library or something. Wait no, he couldn't take food in there. Shoot. Well maybe he could just eat really fast and then spend the rest of the time in the library. As long as he was in and out, nobody would even notice that he was eating alone and not just waiting for a friend to get there.

As he neared the end of the line, worrying over a plan on how to spend his lunch without a mass of teenagers judging him, he began to feel a dreadfully familiar feeling.

It started so minor that he questioned if he was even feeling it, or if he had just placebo-d himself into feeling it due to worrying so much. His body started to feel ever so slightly off balance, and he felt the beginning stages of dizziness creep up on him.

Shit, shit shit.

He looked around to see if anybody—somehow—could tell that he was starting to feel off-kilter. Nobody seemed any the wiser. In the distance, movement caught his eye. It was Leo, waving to him from his table, a smile on his face. He waved back, trying to disguise the emotions taking over his body as the dizziness progressed. He just had to play it cool.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea, looking down at his mostly-full lunch tray. He balanced it on one hand while using the other to reach for the sugary foods first. Surely the dizziness was just caused by low blood sugar. He had missed breakfast, after all. He could solve this easily, before he reached the point of no return.

He ripped off the lid of his cup of Jello with his teeth and tilted his head back to down the whole cup like a shot. After that, he moved on to his chocolate chip cookie. His dad would not be pleased, Mikey had had enough “sweets are for after you finish your meal” talks to last a lifetime.

But Mikey had bigger things to worry about once he realized that the feeling was only increasing. His vision was starting to gray around the edges and he felt an overwhelming need to get to the ground and quick.

He tried leaning against the tray counter for just a second, but was met with an odd look when he more-so stumbled into it. He tried to smile to discourage any questioning, but it was getting progressively harder as he could only half-see the boy in front of him and parts of his body were beginning to go numb.

His surroundings started to blur as he tried really hard to focus on not passing out. He was starting to sweat profusely and he could no longer feel his fingers around his tray. Things really started to go south when he noticed his tray slipping from his grasp with a loud clatter, causing heads to turn from all the way across the cafeteria. He knew that all of this was happening, but he found it almost impossible to interact with his own body. It felt like he was merely an observer, watching through a window—no, a keyhole. He felt like he could get only the barest glimpse into the present, vision still narrowed and half obscured.

More things happened without his permission. His knees met the cold tile floor, hands still grasping onto the counter in an effort to stay upright. He refused to lay down on the school floor in front of who knows how many people.

Oh, shoot. This was so embarrassing. Kids were nosy, which is how he knew they were all probably staring at him right now. He could feel the touches of the kids in front of and behind him—one trying to pull him upright, another feeling his forehead. He could hear two distant shouts of his name. Luckily for his present self, the feeling of embarrassment didn’t seem to reach him the same way the objective knowledge of it did.

All he could feel now was the heaviness of his limbs, the sweat beading on his forehead, the cool tile of the floor. He could no longer fight the force pulling him to the ground.

Any hopes of comfort abandoned him as his condition failed to get better after laying down. He had reached the point of no return then. He was now forced to wait in that awkward spot where he was aware enough to still hear the murmuring of the crowd and the shouts of his brothers—when had they gotten here?---begging him to get up, but he was too far away from his body to do anything about it.

All he could do was lay there, eyes open but unseeing, and wait for the storm to pass.

“Move aside! Give him space!” He heard someone say. That sounded like Donnie’s voice.

At the same time, he felt a familiar hand—rough and three-fingered, a hand that he had felt many times throughout his life—run across his face before cupping the back of his head, keeping it off the hard ground. That must be Leo.

“Mikey? Mikey! Are you okay!?” All of Leo’s usual bravado was absent as he crouched over Mikey, looking down at his brother’s dull eyes and slightly shaking body.

Mikey leaned into Leo’s touch, urging his mouth to move and answer his brother. Though he felt slightly delirious, he couldn’t find it in him to match his brother’s pure panic. He answered slowly, words slurring together, “I think I’m gonna pass out. I can’t see anything.”

Leo took a deep breath, trying to think of what to do. By now, Donnie had run over as well, after convincing the crowd as well as possible to both back up and to get a teacher. Donnie kneeled down as well, avoiding the spilled cafeteria food on the ground, taking in Mikey’s form. He looked like he was unconscious already, head lulling to the side, and he only knew better after hearing him answer Leo. He looked up and met Leo’s worried eyes, trying to get into his head and see what the plan was. From the sheer look of panic, however, it seemed there was no plan. With no teacher in sight and nobody being entirely sure what was wrong with Mikey, he decided that they needed to at least get him to the nurse. Luckily it was right across from the cafeteria—he could see it from here, up the small flight of stairs and across the hall—but he figured it might be too far to carry Mikey. He looked down at his brother. “Hey Mikey, I know you’re not feeling great, but do you think you could make it to the nurse?”

Mikey blinked, but his eyes didn’t move to look at Donnie. He wasn’t looking at anyone, actually, gaze directed somewhere in the distance. His head shook slowly from side to side, “I can’t stand up. I’ll pass out.”

“We’ll help carry you, Mikey.” Leo chimed in with support. “You’ll just have to lean on us.”

Mikey started to shake his head again, but they both realized that it was more of a plan than a question in the first place. They both started to stand up, supporting Mikey’s weight by his arms. They cleared the crowd and began to half support, half drag a stumbling Mikey to the entrance of the cafeteria. He was silent as they carried him along, his stilted steps being the only thing alerting them that he was still conscious.

As they made their way up the stairs, Mikey strayed way off course and ended up running directly into the handrail. He didn’t even seem to feel it, not reacting in any way. Leo muttered an apology before steering him back on course.

Mikey could barely feel anything—not even the ground under his feet—as he walked up the stairs and to the nurses office. That was his guess of where he ended up, anyway, not being able to see or hear much. He felt himself become horizontal again, presumably getting laid down on a cot.

At some point somebody gave him some water, which he nursed with small sips, hand grasped tightly around the bottle. It wasn’t necessarily making him feel better, but it was able to make him feel something. The chill of water down his throat kept him grounded—finally a sensation that he could experience after spending who knows how long in a weird limbo of lost senses.

The next time he tuned into his surroundings he could hear Raph’s voice—when did he get here?---and he could feel a bit of sensation returning to his limbs. The ringing in his ears was still present, but vague shapes of light and shadow were starting to form in his vision.

There was somebody petting his head as muted, unintelligible conversation floated through the nurse’s office.

Luckily, sensation seemed to return at a much faster rate than when it disappeared. Mikey could see now that the lights overhead were only half-lit, the curtain around his cot cutting off some of the light from the rest of the infirmary. Beside both sides of his bed there were chairs pulled up and all his brothers sat in them, with one extra chair being noticeably absent.

Shifting his gaze without moving his head, he could see that Raph held the partially crushed water bottle that he could’ve sworn he was holding a second ago. Looking down to confirm his hands were empty seemed to catch the attention of the others as they halted their conversation and suddenly turned to him.

Leo was the first to act, as usual. “Ohmygosh! Mikey, are you okay now?”

Along with his exclamation he had bolted up from his seat, pushing it back with a harsh screeching sound in the process. The slow petting had also stopped, letting Mikey know that it was indeed Leo. Mikey was about to answer his question and tell him that he really did feel fine now, dizziness and malaise almost entirely absent, when his return to awareness granted him with a terrible thought.

He groaned. “No. I’m not okay.”

“What’s wrong? Are you dizzy? Does your head hurt?” Donnie questioned furiously, trying to figure out the problem. Raph looked on in concern as well.

Mikey sighed heavily and shifted to a more seated position in the cot, back now leaned against the wall. He ran his hands down his face with dread. “I can’t believe I just passed out in front of the whole freaking cafeteria. This is the death of my whole social life!”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad.” Raph chimes in. “Surely not that many people saw…”

He trails off as both Leo and Donnie furiously shake their heads, only further confirming to Mikey that his hopes of normalcy are gone forever. With the way people gossiped, everybody and their mothers would know by tomorrow. There’s no way people would pass by the chance to talk about the new mutant freak transfer student passing out during lunch.

His brothers share looks of concern as they notice him getting lost in his head and making himself only more upset.

“It’ll be fine, really. I mean think about April! Sure people called her Puke Girl for…a little while…but once she did something more interesting, people mostly stopped!” Donnie said with false chipperness in his tone.

“Mostly?” Mikey asked, unimpressed.

Leo joined in, ignoring Mikey’s less than enthused look. “Yeah! I’m sure you can totally wow them with your comedy or, uh, or your skateboarding tricks or something!”

Mikey wasn’t that deeply comforted by their attempts at consolation, but he could at least appreciate the effort. And when he thought about it, it really wasn’t that bad to have his brothers all together again like this. He was hit by how selfish that thought was—after all, he had caused all of them concern and torn them away from their lunch and their friends—but he figured some thoughts were supposed to be kept secret.

He smiled up at them, trying to relieve some of the nervous tension. “Yeah, you’re right, bros. I’m sure they’ll forget about it in no time.”

His attempts worked as he observed all of them settle just a bit, still worried for his condition, but glad that he wasn’t so worried about the incident anymore. As his anxiety decreased, he realized that he really did feel better. Because of that, he thought that it was totally chill to joke about it now. He was a comedian after all, his whole job was to bring levity to a situation.

“Ya know, now that I think about it, it was actually pretty funny.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe I actually passed out in front of everyone. They probably thought I was dying or something.”

His brothers did not seem to find it as funny as he did. Well, if they wanted to be lame about it, that was their loss, honestly. Unfortunatrly, Leo seemed to crack after Mikey’s remark. “ They !? If by ‘they’ you mean me, then yes, they did think you were dying. One second you were just standing in line and then I saw you drop to the ground! You kept saying that you couldn’t see anything and that you were gonna pass out. Then, when we were walking you to the nurses office you walked right into a handrail and didn’t even react. Do you even remember that? Or how you got here?”

Mikey shook his head no, slightly cowed by Leo’s wave of manic concern, his rant increasing in speed and intensity as he went along.

“I thought that your injuries from the fight with Superfly or the Milking machine were catching up to you or something! I mean why else would you…” He stopped his rant to look down at Miket suspiciously, “Wait. You didn’t eat with us for breakfast this morning. Did you not get anything to eat at all before lunch?”

Mikey’s guilty silence was all Leo needed as confirmation. Mikey knew that his lack of breakfast was probably a factor, so he let Leo continue with that train of thought. He didn’t really want to correct him and tell him that sometimes the stress of life and of school and of fitting into a world that wasn’t built for people like him and one that would never fully accept him would all build up, and when it did he started to feel it too. Sometimes that meant getting anything from nightmares to headaches to dizziness. And apparently fainting spells. Maybe someday he would tell one of them, but he figured right now wasn’t the best of times—what with all that had happened earlier.

Mikey had kind of zoned out of Leo’s rant (something he tended to do anyway), and when he tuned back in Leo had turned to Raph and Donnie. He was talking to them about making sure that, in the future, Mikey ate every morning. He couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to their intervention because, annoying as it was that they still sometimes babied him, he knew it was the way they cared. And he would never be able to turn that down.

“Next time, come tell one of us if you feel like you’re gonna pass out. Even if you feel only a little dizzy, okay?”

Mikey looked up at Donnie. He thought for a moment before nodding. He didn’t know how well he would actually follow through on that promise, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try and be better. At the very least, it would save him from another embarrassingly public incident like this one.

After that exchange, all of them waited in the infirmary for a little longer, insisting that he rest for a little while longer before they tried to make their way back home. When he asked he found out that apparently all of them were cleared to go home for the day, upon Splinter’s request. Mikey was already mentally preparing himself for the lecture and the wave of overbearing care he would receive from his dad when he got home. He also saw that he had multiple texts from April who had obviously heard about the situation, but apparently wasn’t able to make it to the nurse’s office before they left. Her texts were a mixture of threats for making her worry and promises of intense mothering when he came back to school.

They eventually started the journey back home, albeit at a much slower pace than the way there. Mikey was apparently not allowed to skateboard home, and now his board was held loosely at his side. On his other side, he leaned slightly on Raph, but not enough to impair their walking.

“All this attention is pretty great. Maybe I should pass out more often.” He said with a laugh. He was jolted out of it though when he was met with three synchronized flicks to his forehead, causing a slight sting across his whole face. He glared up at them. “Ow! Hey!”

“Too soon, little bro.” Raph said, only half joking.

Both Donnie and Leo gave twin disappointed head shakes, though the smirk on Donnie’s face showed that he was a little less serious than Leo was.

Mikey rolled his eyes. Older brothers could be so annoying sometimes, honestly . He wouldn’t trade it for the world though. He knew now to appreciate the time they had together, before they ran off for good.

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