[Even over the sound of his crying, Raph can hear Leo getting sick. It makes his own stomach turn dangerously, the smell of vomit filling the tiny den almost instantly.
All he can do is squeeze his eyes shut and clamp his pillow down over his head, swallowing reflexively against the saliva flooding his mouth.
Off in the far corner of the den, the two sick turtles are huddled in a nest of blankets on Splinter's mattress. There, Mikey stirs groggily, woken by the sound of his brothers' arrival.
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All he can do is squeeze his eyes shut and clamp his pillow down over his head, swallowing reflexively against the saliva flooding his mouth.
Off in the far corner of the den, the two sick turtles are huddled in a nest of blankets on Splinter's mattress. There, Mikey stirs groggily, woken by the sound of his brothers' arrival.
"Leo's sick," he slurs helpfully.]